The World Full Of Parasites

Mira wouldn’t stop shaking. Her eyes were locked on the blood spreading across the concrete.

“Mira.” I grabbed her face, forced her to look at me. “Don’t look down. Look at me. Talk to me.”

She tried. Her lips moved but nothing came out.

“You’re fine,” I lied. “You’re gonna be fine. But we have to move. Now.”

I glanced at the gate. At the bodies. “More of them will come. We can’t stay here.”

She nodded. Barely.

I pulled her up. Her legs were jelly. Rohan caught her other arm.

We started walking. Away from the gate. Away from the classroom. Away from the red.

I did a headcount without meaning to.

Ten of us.

Five girls. Five boys.

We weren’t ten when we jumped. A few didn’t make it out the window. I saw. One of them was on him before he could scream.

But we picked up others. All of us running, all of us bloody, all of us alive. Somehow.

“We need shelter,” the teacher said. His voice was flat. Like he’d used up all the panic already. “Building. Any building. Now.”

No one argued.

We were ten.

Ten scared kids in the middle of a dead school, with blood on our shoes and nowhere to go.

But we were moving.

That had to count for something.

Here’s that part cleaned up and converted to Sara’s POV — keeping it real, no exposition dumps:

We made it to the school gate.

And stopped.

I thought… I thought it was just us. Our school. Like this thing started here. Like we were unlucky.

I was wrong.

Outside the gate, the road was empty. Cars left in the middle, doors open. No people. Just more of them. Far off, near the shops. Moving slow. Wrong.

It hit me all at once. Cold.

This wasn’t just our school.

It was everywhere.

The virus. The parasites. Whatever this was.

We were just late to notice.

“Nisha,” I said. My voice sounded dead. “Look.”

She was pointing. Past the road. A building. Four stories. Windows dark.

“If we can get in there,” she whispered, “maybe we’re safe for the night.”

We didn’t talk. Just gripped our rods tighter and walked. Every step felt loud.

The door was unlocked.

We pushed it open, all of us ready to swing.

Nothing.

Empty lobby. Dust. Chairs knocked over. But no them.

I almost cried from relief. Then my stomach growled so loud Priya flinched.

It was 3 PM. We hadn’t eaten since morning. Since before the world ended.

“We can’t stay here,” Rohan said. “Not without food.”

“There’s food at school,” the teacher said. “Cafeteria.”

We all knew what that meant. Going back. Past them. The things in the road. The things in our school.

But we didn’t have a choice.

If we wanted to live past tonight, we had to go around the parasites to reach the cafeteria.

But we don't know how.

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