Hushed whispers create a caucophony of noise as we try not to make sound.

Our techer tells us to blockade the classroom.

The panic sets in as we fear we will be found.

Footsteps are heard from the halls.

Our teacher tells us to hide.

Bloodcurdling screams pierce through our walls.

The footsteps come closer, our classroom barred.

Our teacher tells us to fight.

We hold hands as we shakingly stand guard.

We will not be forgotten.

Our prayers will be heard.

As our flesh becomes rotten.

There will be a new world.