Chapter 8

We walked down the halls looking for items we can used as weapons against the infected. The only thins we found were scissors, brooms, and rules.

Not much to use, really.

We used tape we found, to attach the scissors at the end of the broom handles. I t was the best we could do for now. Someone named John grabbed a bow with a quiver full of arrows. He had this worried look on his face, we were all nervous. No one wanted to do this, but we all had our reasons. People wanted to see their families, know that they are okay.

As we were about to leave we realized we couldn't do so until we find gas masks, or some type of rags, since the fog was so thick. Sasha had the idea to lock pic the janitors door. Everybody here didn't know how to lock pic. She volunteered to try first with one of her pins. At first we thought it wouldn't work but somehow she managed to open the door.

We all looked at her with amazement and suspicion. When we looked in the closet we realized that there was only three masks, and only eight of us. This left us with a problem who would sacrifice their mask so someone else can breathe.