Chapter 22

The battle seemed endless, with each strike of our weapons met by the gnashing teeth and grasping claws of the undead. But with our newfound allies by our side, we fought with renewed purpose, pushing back against the tide of darkness threatening to consume us.

The mysterious figure in black armor moved with grace and skill unmatched, cutting through zombies with precision and efficiency. With each swing of their sword, they carved a path through the horde, clearing a way for us to escape.

"We need to keep moving!" the figure shouted above the din of battle. "Follow me!"

With that command, we rallied behind the figure, charging through the chaos with weapons raised. Behind us, our allies fought fiercely, their weapons flashing in the dim light as they held back the horde.

As we neared the edge of the rooftop, a glimmer of hope appeared on the horizon—a helicopter hovered in the distance, its rotor blades slicing through the air as it descended towards us.

"We need to get to the helicopter!" Mr. Alex yelled, his voice barely audible over the roar of the undead. "It's our only chance!"

With renewed determination, we fought our way towards the waiting aircraft, dodging and weaving through the zombies that stood between us and freedom. The ground shook beneath our feet as explosions rocked the rooftop, sending debris flying in all directions.

But despite the chaos and destruction, we pressed on, fueled by the hope of escape. As we reached the helicopter, the pilot beckoned us aboard, their face grim but determined.

"Get in!" they shouted, their voice drowned out by the roar of the rotor blades.

With a collective sigh of relief, we scrambled aboard the helicopter, collapsing into the seats as the aircraft lifted off into the night sky. Below us, the school disappeared into the distance, consumed by the darkness that had engulfed it.

As we flew into the unknown, I couldn't help but feel a sense of bittersweet victory. We had escaped the horrors of the school, but at what cost? And what awaited us in the world beyond?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: we would face whatever challenges lay ahead together, united against the forces of evil. And as long as we stood together, there was nothing we couldn't overcome.

As the helicopter soared through the night sky, a sense of relief washed over us. We had narrowly escaped the clutches of the undead, but the memory of the battle still lingered, haunting our thoughts like a specter.

Inside the cramped confines of the helicopter, we huddled together, exhaustion weighing heavy on our shoulders. The adrenaline that had fueled our escape began to wane, leaving us drained and weary.

"Where are we headed?" Ellis asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

The pilot, a stoic figure with a steely gaze, glanced back at us. "To safety," was all they said before returning their focus to the controls.

But even as the helicopter carried us away from the horrors of the school, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at my insides. The world outside was a dangerous place, overrun by the undead and plagued by uncertainty.

As we flew on into the night, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited us beyond the horizon. Would we find refuge in this desolate world, or would we become just another casualty of the apocalypse?

Only time would tell, but one thing was certain—we were in this together, bound by a shared desire to survive against all odds. And as long as we had each other, there was still hope for a better tomorrow.