It is afternoon. Muhammad Ahmed and Barira Fatima are the last students to leave

It is afternoon. Muhammad Ahmed and Barira Fatima are the last students to leave the school. The sky is overcast, and a cool breeze blows through the trees as they walk home. Barira Fatima: (Looking up at the deep sky) Today feels different, doesn't it? Like something isn't right. Muhammad Ahmed: (Nodding, looking around cautiously) Yes, I feel that too. Let's stick together and move fast. [The two friends are walking down a normally busy street, which is now eerily quiet. The usual chatter of neighbors and sounds of cars are absent, only the sound of their footsteps echoing through the air. Barira Fatima: (Whispering) where is everyone It's never that quiet. Muhammad Ahmed: (While bro) I don't know… but let's not stop. We are almost half way home. [Suddenly, they hear a faint rustling sound behind them. They stop in their tracks, their hearts pounding, as they slowly turn around to see what's there.]