Free Toast

I sat down right next to the school hoping to steal a piece of toast I smelled baking. But you know it ain't that simple. Cameras, I'd be found and sent back to the orphanage, for what? Wait to be adopted? Not likely for an 16 year old bum. James then name, not Bond. I was about to enter a blind spot where the cameras wouldn't see me when I would enter but then came up 17 black Goverment Vans. Troops ran past me while I rasied my hands over my head yelling "I am sorry! I swear I won't do it again!" But, they kept on running past me.
One solider ran up wearing full tacticle gear with an M4 pointed at me. "Sir put your hands over your head and don't fucking move!" He quickley smashed my face with his the barrel of his M4 and I faded out. I woke up in one of the Govt Vans. One doctor looking fella was shinning a light in my face.
"He's not infected, but still bring him back to Des Moines for liquidation."
I heard gunfire comming from the highschool as two more people were brought in the van. One a brown haried female cryingout her eyes and a simple ordinary guy with shiny, and yet greasy black hair. The doc quickley checked them for some sort of injury on them. The doc nodded to the solider and the Doc got out of the van.
Two soliders closed the van door and got in the front and drove us away. I looked back at the school and I saw five soliders run out of the school being chased by some of our teachers, they looked sick, wrong somehow but then the van turned around a corner and I couldn't make any observation.
A metal wall seperated us from the drivers, the man sitting next to the girl was shuffling to with his handcuffs, trying to get them off (I was handfcuffed to the gurney I was examined on).
"Hey, dude," I asked in front of me, "What the fuck is going on?"
"Aren't you going to shake my hand first and ask my name?" He asked.
"Well, we are handcuffed so let me just ask your name. Name sir?"
"Phil Cyrus, yours?" Phil asked.
"James, no surname." I said.
I looked at the crying girl and phil looked at her then me.
"She's my sister." Phil said.
"By the way, what happend?" I asked.
Phil sighed and thought for a second.
"Well," He said, "I am not sure what happened, but five crazy mainiacs broke into the kitchen an bite up our Lunch Ladies, they got sick and we couldn't stop the crazy's I swear on my life but I think they were zombies."
I laughed under my breath.
"What?" Phil asked, " You don't believe in zombies?"
"They are not real of course." I said.
"Believe what you want James, that's what they are since they wouldn't die until our P.E. teacher bashed one's head in with a crowbar."
The girl then stopped crying.
"They killed all my friends." She said.
She looked up and she was fairly cute.
"Who? The zombies or the Govt people."
"Both." She said.
"Listen, I am sorry what happened but if you guys heard, we are going to be killed once we are in Des Moines." I said.
"Ava, I am sorry but we got to get outta here, we will need you. Ready?" Phil asked Ava.
We worked with our handcuffs for the next 15 mins until Ava got out of her's. She knocked on the metal slide and it slid open. One of the guards swore at pointed his gun at her.
"Missy, you better sit down or I'll fucking liquidate you right there!" The guard yellled. But Ava didn't move. He pulled out his pistol and fired, but it bounced off and and got the driver in the head. Blood splattered the windsheild and the van bashed through a fence and went into a cornfield.
When I came to a piece of toast was on my face.