We all made it over the fence but Ritchie; he slipped and fell and got torn to pieces. We didn’t stop.
The school was deserted, but the zombies would find their way around eventually: the fence didn’t completely surround the campus. Mary Silvio was head cheerleader, and had a key. We stood nervously while her shaking hands tried to work it into the lock.
We made our way onto the roof, and we could see the world ending for miles all around us, and all I could think about was that I finally maybe had a shot with Mary Silvio.