Private Catholic All-Girl Schoolgirls and Their Teacher Mrs. Faith Kelly

Mrs. Faith Kelly

The bus was stuck in a traffic deadlock. The girls of St. Michael’s All-Girl Private Academy was clamoring around the bus, restless in their seats. What was going on? Mya was on the right of me looking at her phone. She showed me a video on social media of a massive panic in the downtown area emanating from the hospital. Were the rumors true?

I had been chaperoning the end-of-year school trip for these girls to Saint Paul’s Cathedral. Some of them were there to tour Hope University or visit the Great City Shopping Mall.

Why didn’t they cancel the school trip? The news of the massive shutdown in China should have been enough. Now Europe was being hit and now this. The whole classroom was huddled to the right of the bus and peering out the window. This ragged grey looking man was smashing at the bus door.

“Hey, knock it off buddy!” The bus driver yelled at him, to try to get him to stop hitting his bus.

The man outside wouldn’t stop beating at the bus door. More frightened murmurs from the girls. Our bus driver finally had enough and opened the front door.

“Hey if you don’t knock it off or I'm calling-“ and then a scream. The ragged man who was beating at the door leap towards the bus driver and started ripping away flesh at his neck. More cries, this time from the girls.

Everyone starting panicking. I was near the back and opened the emergency doorway, and we flooded out of there.

I tried to keep the class composed and in a group, but the girls were scattering. I had managed to shepherd five in total to calmness and towards me to form a group. The rest were far gone and running now in completely different directions.

“All the lines are busy. I can’t call 911! Nobody is picking up.” Mary said. Mary was a dependable girl and this class’ president.

“For now we have to find shelter,” I said.

All around us was chaos, people running out of their cars leaving a pile-up of cars and screaming and running. The girls nodded and stayed together as a group and jogged away from the chaos on the deadlocked highway.

We headed towards a suburban complex with huge mansion houses. We tried knocking on many doors of the great houses, but there was no answer. Many of the extremely wealthy that looked like they lived in these lots probably flew off in their private planes to some private island far away. Cars were empty in the lots, except for one. We headed towards the house with the one parked car in its driveway. The house was massive and was at the end of the road. Again we went there and knocked but no answer. Then I saw a sign saying Shelter, and we followed it to the back of the house. The house’s back stretched into endless plains and hills and farmlands. There was a large bunker with a huge steel door on a massive grass field in front of an expanse of woods and hills

Mary looked back and in a panic-stricken voice said, “Mrs. Kelly, we should go. There are those things back there.”

I looked back and gulped. The six of us went towards the bunker and prayed to God for salvation.

Adam Smith

I was still checking the news. A colossal break out just happened downtown. The university, the police station, and the hospital were now overrun with them. It had finally begun. My intercom buzzed, and I checked it.

Six women were standing there nervously. One was an older, but beautiful woman, in her 30s or 40s, with blonde hair, glasses, and a bun. The rest were either in their late teens or early 20s. The younger ones were wearing private school uniforms.

I checked the 360 camera view around my neighborhood and could see small waves of “them” approaching up the roadways to my house.

I hurried to the door and entered the code, and the biometrics and the steel doors slid open revealing the ladies in front of me. They looked a bit cautious at first.

“Are you the only one here?” The older blonde woman in glasses asked me.

“Uh yes. This is my personal shelter.”

“We need a sanctuary for a while. I’m Mrs. Kelly, these are my students.”

“Oh please, come in,” I said.

Mrs. Kelly and her students all looked nervous and cautious approaching the long tunnel down towards the shelter that connected the bunker exit with the main halls to my vault. They walked into the lounge area, there were sofas and a TV, they relaxed a little seeing the interior. I made it as welcoming as I could despite the confines of the underground. I turned on the TV for them and dropped the remote on the coach.

“Yeah, when I heard the news I came down here to my shelter. Please make yourselves at home. My name is Adam Smith.”

“Mr. Smith we don’t want to impose, we’ll be out of your hair as soon as this dies over.” Mrs. Kelly said.

“It’s no problem. So… would you guys like something to drink. I’m sorry, but I only have filtered water.” I reassured her.

“Water would be great Mr. Smith.”Mrs. Kelly said.

“Please, call me Adam,” I said and left smiling.