Author: Snowflakes Are Drifting PM
A school. Chaos everywhere. Kids rushing from one room to the other, each seeking to survive. Zombies. Running from person to person, ripping the flesh from their bodies. Screams. Help isn't coming. We're alone...Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Hurt/Comfort - Chapters: 5 - Words: 4,062 - Reviews: 47 - Favs: 6 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 05-20-11 - Published: 05-23-09 - id: 2676264
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Fifth floor. Math class. 2:13 p.m
Today will be the worst day of my life.
Today will probably be the last day of my life.
At the end of period 1, we are suppose to go outside with the rest of the school, ( For a rally) but some kids in the class starts a fight over a broken pencil and the teacher decides WE are too immature to go anywhere, so we have to stay inside. For once by ourselves.
Now the whole class are mad at the kids who had started the fight.
"What the hell was you thinking!?" Kid one yells across the room at kid two. "Now we'll be stuck in here, because of you!"
"What did I do, you freaking idiot?! You're the one who made her mad in the first place!" Kid two yells back. ( "Her", meaning the teacher)
"Shut the hell up, both of you!" I snap a pencil in half, in my hands. "Fighting over a broken pencil-what were you BOTH thinking?"
"Exactly. What jerks, now we'll be ALL stuck in this STINKING PLACE WHILE THE WHOLE SCHOOL IS OUTSIDE ENJOYING THE WEATHER!" Sam, usually a nice kid, yells.
Now the whole class is yelling at each other-which is stop by sudden screams, in the distant-coming from the school ground.
Muttering to themselves the class move over to the windows to see what is going on.
A few girls screams when they see what are down there. Even the guys stops breathing.
I push past a few guys and take a long look myself, and when I do, I literally stop breathing.
The whole school ground are dominate with...zombies.
Shambling hordes and hordes of them.
And the whole school is down there.
"Oh my god..." A girl clamps her mouth shut with her hands, about to throw up, and I don't blame her.
A teacher with glasses wearing suits trips and fall down on the stairs leading to the school front door-then this half face zombie without any arms falls on her and sink it's rotten teeth into her neck. All the while she's screaming hell and flailing around uselessly. UGH.
A cute looking female wearing jeans and a pink hoodies gets run over by two of these thing-she is screaming and crying and the zombies are ripping her chest apart, blood is pumping from her chest as she tries to get the hell away from them-she is drag back down again. Now her throat is getting tear apart. She stops screaming. Now she stop struggling- she's dead.
I pull my head in and glance at my classmate. Some are cowering in the corners, some are trying to act brave, some are just hugging on to their boyfriends, girlfriends, whatever.
Trembling,I turn to my so call best friend Dan and ask in the most frighten voice, "So, what the hell are we suppose to do now?"
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