I was at the school again today. I've been teaching there since last Tuesday. I haven't told Chris yet because I'm quite certain he wouldn't approve of my students. He's wrong however, these children can be taught, despite their differences.
They are recovering still from last Friday. The other teachers and I removed their teeth. We are a small group of teachers, and at least two of us are with the students at all times.
I'm currently teaching them group communication skills, how to agree on methods to confront and tackle problems. It's been difficult teaching them to communicate with out teeth, but they had to go.
We tried to save the children in the quarantine. When we arrived, however, the building was in ruins. I recognized one of my escaped students in the debris. She was very bright... she had more potential than the rest of them. It's funny how these tragic scenes can still move me to tears.
Everyone else seems to think that massacring these zombies, even the children, is our only course of action, but we are making progress in our school. I am confident that if a cure does not come, these children can still become contributing members of society.
My next shift is soon. The teachers and I get so tired. Long hours with our special students have been tiring us out.
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