A small group of students had barricaded themselves/were trapped in one of the green houses. A creature leaped for a broken pane of glass, only to tumble to the ground with a spray of blood, a sliver of glass embedded in its neck.
"I think that's the last of them," said a boy's voice, rough from shouting and exhaustion. "Jenna, can you check?"
Jenna crept closer to the broken pane, her hair twitching. "I can't sense anything. I think that we're safe."
"What should we do?" asked another girl. "Michael, Jenna. Any ideas?"
"We could try to get into the school. Maybe some of the students are still alive," Jenna suggested.
"We'd have to make a run for it," Michael said. "We don't know if there are any more of those things out there. Maybe we should stay in here. At least we know that this place is defendable."
"Mickey, this is a greenhouse," a fourth voice put in quietly. " It's made almost entirely of glass which hasn't broken through sheer luck, except for that one panel, which almost hit us. There are no medical supplies whatsoever in here. And, for that matter, while you are fine the rest of us have lots of cuts. I think that we have to go to the school."
Jenna and Katerina nodded in agreement with Richard. Michael sighed and gave an apologetic look to the two girls who were bleeding from numerous small gashes. We really were lucky, he thought, most of their cuts are from the broken glass.
"Let's go," he said, starting towards the door. Then he stopped and looked up. "Ricky, please get off the ceiling."
"Sure," Ricky said, but before he could move a long red braid flew up and plucked him off the ceiling. "I could have done that on my own," he said, frowning at Katerina, who just grinned and crossed her eyes at him while sticking out her tongue. Together, the four teenagers raced out the door towards the school, carrying the makeshift weapons they had fashioned out of gardening tools.
"I think that's the last of them," said a boy's voice, rough from shouting and exhaustion. "Jenna, can you check?"
Jenna crept closer to the broken pane, her hair twitching. "I can't sense anything. I think that we're safe."
"What should we do?" asked another girl. "Michael, Jenna. Any ideas?"
"We could try to get into the school. Maybe some of the students are still alive," Jenna suggested.
"We'd have to make a run for it," Michael said. "We don't know if there are any more of those things out there. Maybe we should stay in here. At least we know that this place is defendable."
"Mickey, this is a greenhouse," a fourth voice put in quietly. " It's made almost entirely of glass which hasn't broken through sheer luck, except for that one panel, which almost hit us. There are no medical supplies whatsoever in here. And, for that matter, while you are fine the rest of us have lots of cuts. I think that we have to go to the school."
Jenna and Katerina nodded in agreement with Richard. Michael sighed and gave an apologetic look to the two girls who were bleeding from numerous small gashes. We really were lucky, he thought, most of their cuts are from the broken glass.
"Let's go," he said, starting towards the door. Then he stopped and looked up. "Ricky, please get off the ceiling."
"Sure," Ricky said, but before he could move a long red braid flew up and plucked him off the ceiling. "I could have done that on my own," he said, frowning at Katerina, who just grinned and crossed her eyes at him while sticking out her tongue. Together, the four teenagers raced out the door towards the school, carrying the makeshift weapons they had fashioned out of gardening tools.
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