Zombie High Chronicles 2 — Amy Miles

My name is Poppy Harris.I am fifteen years old.I am not infected.I didn't mind going to school in the Safe Zone. It kept my mind distracted and my hands busy but I should have known nothing lasted anymore. The world beyond the perimeter fence still existed but it was different now. At least the men with guns guarding the fence smiled from time to time, but on that final day. no one was smiling. The Stiffs ate someone. No one would tell me who but I saw all of the blood. It had to be a mistake. The Stiffs weren't supposed to be dangerous. My twin sister Willow said that they were just misunderstood and they attacked us in an attempt to get our attention but I'm not so sure. They seemed really angry. I overhead Roan and some of the soldiers talking about making a stand before we were forced back underground. I couldn't go back in that concrete hole without the sun on my face or grass between my toes. I would rather die. Maybe Willow was right about the Stiffs. I didn't want to believe that they actually meant to kill anyone. Accidents happened all the time, right? Maybe we could find a way to live in peace before things escalated too quickly and someone else got eaten. Life at Zombie High was about to get bloody.