"ELLIS! Get something to block the door!" An older lady screamed as she pressed her back against the locked door. Grunts and groans of disgusting measure came from behind, clearly zombies trying to break in. Ellis stood in the middle of the room with a look of sheer terror. She was downright frozen in her tracks, with skin pale as snow and eyes wide. She heard the sounds of screaming babies and small children. She was only eighteen, not very old at all, but working at this little daycare center had earned her a few extra coins here. She noticed one little boy scramble over to her and latched onto her heel, "I'm scared, miss! What's happening?"
"ELLIS, DAMNIT, GET OVER HERE!" The older lady sounded terrified. Another coworker ran and tried to help her, and she screamed again, "DO SOMETHING, GOD DAMNIT!" They were holding the door the best they could, but likely they wouldn't manage for long.
"I... I um..." Ellis gapped, trying to breathe. The anxiety consumed her as she eyeballed everything in the room, but her vision was spinning as if she was going to pass out. She normally got anxiety just going to the grocery store and having to make small talk with the clerk. Something like this was beyond her. Suddenly, a zombie's hand slashed through one of the windows. One or two made it completely through. The older lady screamed and backed off, and some more of the terrible walkers poured in. The sounds of screaming children continued to fill the air. Ellis turned on her heel, picking up the child by her heels as she dashed to a nearby window. She tried to break it with her fists over and over again like a desperate animal, but she only reddened her fists, obviously not strong enough to break it. She turned back and noticed that the walkers were eating the supervisor. Her eyes widened and she felt her heart racing. She would surely be next, or perhaps the boy at her heels.
"Miss Corbett what's happening!?" The boy screamed. Another girl ran up and clung to her heels, "Is my mommy coming?!"
"I DON'T KNOW! I JUST DON'T KNOW! PLEASE... PLEASE, DON'T RELY ON ME! I'M WORTHLESS! I'M JUST WORTHLESS!" She confessed as she suddenly burst into tears, seeming to be on the verge of a breakdown already. The children looked shocked. Not rely on her? Who should they rely on, then? What kind of three year old brain would be good enough to combat all of these zombies?
The girl in braids turned on her heel and marched over to a nearby counter as quickly as her shaking legs could go. She hurriedly searched for something, anything-- then she found a large book. It was enough. She ran back to the window and started smashing it hastily, and the window shattered into many pieces, pieces of glass soaring. She dropped the book, and while gasping for air, grabbed as many children as quickly as she could and hoisted them up and over. There was just so many. So, so many. She turned around. The zombies had finished the older lady and her younger coworker, and were now moving towards her. Ellis knew she was out of time. She grabbed one more boy and hoisted herself through the window, but then her skirt got caught. She had the long skirt of an old lady-- perfect for getting caught on sharp glass. She yanked and yanked, but it wouldn't go free. A walker latched onto her leg and she screamed in terror, kicking as rapidly as she could, and suddenly she fell through the window into some broken glass, which cut her up in multiple spots. She got up and then she ran as fast as she could, as fast as her legs could carry her. She could still hear the sounds of the humans who didn't make it-- screaming, screaming, screaming... She stumbled and tripped, barely able to run, yet somehow she just kept on going blindly...
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