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Alex
SO THERE I was, separated from the rest of the theater tech class in the midst of the chaos. Bill had taken charge, as always, and told everyone to take their ID bracelets off. Clever, though it was still hard to differentiate between the mental zombie freaks and the high school zombie freaks. Didn't matter to me of course because I didn't mind killing an innocent person or two. I mean, they're zombies. They've all got to go, student or not.
The mentals had bracelets too, thicker and clunkier in my opinion. Wouldn't do much to get rid of ours, but whatever. I stampeded through the blood-filled hallways looking for the theater kids. No sign of them. You'd know if they were coming, what with their blowtorches and battle cries.
I crept slowly along the lockers and spotted a few swaying figures. My hands tightened around the hammer I had quickly acquired while escaping the classroom. Three of them all in a huddled group by the water fountain, just staring at one another, brain dead. Didn't seem like too vicious of a fight to approach but I knew they were crazy brain-eating maniacs ready to lynch at any moment in time.
Whoa. The turmoil was getting to me. I was starting to think like Standstill.
With a 16 strength score and a 15 dexterity, I was pretty convinced I could make this shot. If I just threw the hammer starting from the left, it would swing and possibly hit two of them, if not all three. This time I couldn't rely on my d20 to see if I would hit them or not. I went with my instincts. Besides, I had a spare weapon in my right shoe.
This wasn't a game. I had to focus. There were no dungeon masters.
I took a step forward while raising my hammer, both hands grasped firmly. They couldn't see me. The setting was perfect. I swung my weapon, and with sharp precision, it conked one on the head, causing it to fall onto the others. With a grimy thud, they hit the gray tile. Poor helpless little things.
Through the obstacles of debris on the floor, I sauntered my way over to the scene. Definitely mission accomplished. They were squirming to get up but weakened by the damage they received. I kicked them over to the side and strutted around the corner, head held high and all. I could do this alone. Who needs a battle cry anyway?
The disease was spreading fast. I saw more zombies inching out of doorways, one hanging from the ceiling and one slumped over a pile of binders scattered across the floor. They crawled like spiders, snatching at my feet. Down the hall a girl came prancing in a hurry with a frantic expression plastered across her rotting face. I sidestepped to let her through. She was a goner.
There were animalistic screams raging down the next two hallways. Bellows of pain and fear were sliding through the cracks of the tightly closed doors. My only option was to venture down further in search of sane students. Then a thought struck me.
What if I was the only one left? What if I was the only human person left in the school? In the world?
Get yourself together, I thought through shallow breaths of panic. You can do this.
As I neared closer to the end of the hall, I spotted a detached zombified arm sticking out from the corner. I felt terror cloud my rational thoughts. There I was, standing at the beginning of a war, alone. A shiver went through my whole body as I tiptoed closer to the arm. Roaring zombies were on the other side, tearing through classrooms. Then I heard something behind me.
A low growling moan thundered through my ears. It was maybe within a few feet of me. Frightfully, I turned to face the menacing beast. The only thing positive I could think of was: well, at least it's not a student. At least it's alone, like me.
It was almost as if it still had some sense in it left. I could see in its…remaining eye that it could identify me as prey and not one among them. It advanced towards me without warning.
I shielded myself swiftly with the hammer, swinging it every which way, trying to scare it. Its mouth hung open in attempt to bite my arm, but I was too quick. One of its hands got hold of my scalp. I felt its yellowed nails dig into my head, searing pain flooding my vision. My hammer dropped in the middle of the struggle and fell onto my foot. I knew I had to hold in my cry but I felt more claws plowing into my neck.
"HEEEELLPPP!" stupidly, foolishly, and idiotically I shouted. It startled the zombie for a second, giving me some time to search for my weapon on the ground. Not enough time, however. I grabbed my Swiss army knife out of my shoe. Just as I was about to stab the monster, I heard footsteps echoing down the hall. They were heading this way. They were running fast. I heard someone shout.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Heroic, yet not reassuring. It was Bill Standstill and the rest of the techies.
I raised my hand to wave to them, to let them know I was still me and not infected. When I lifted my arm up, the zombie made a swift transaction, quick enough to not be seen by the theater kids. I was blinded by a punch in the eyes, but I felt something on my wrist.
A clunky bracelet.
I knew it, the zombie could still think for itself. I opened my mouth to yell at Bill, but the zombie stuffed its fist in my face. It pushed me to the ground. I was helpless; all I could do was listen.
"Hey…" It sounded like Sophie. My face was buried into the floor. This wasn't good…they couldn't see my face.
"Bill, he's got a bracelet. We have to kill him." Someone said. I tried squirming free. The zombie just pushed me to the ground more forcefully.
"That's definitely a zombie…." Bill said. "They both are."
"Kill the one with the bracelet, that's what you told us to do!"
"I know! Shut up, let me think." I heard Bill walk around us, inspecting us. A sigh.
"I say we kill the squirming one. It's pathetic anyway." Sophie said. I tried to talk but it just sounded like incoherent speech, muffled by the floor. This wasn't happening. Not to me. They couldn't kill me. They wouldn't.
"Alright." Bill favored with her.
I heard them all cheer, pushing the actual zombie aside. My arms were too weak to pull myself up, to reveal my face. They were circling now, chanting, yelling, singing….raising their weapons, readying their blowtorches. Kicking, punching, stabbing…..blood.
Blood and screams….burning….
SO THERE I was, separated from the rest of the theater tech class in the midst of the chaos. Bill had taken charge, as always, and told everyone to take their ID bracelets off. Clever, though it was still hard to differentiate between the mental zombie freaks and the high school zombie freaks. Didn't matter to me of course because I didn't mind killing an innocent person or two. I mean, they're zombies. They've all got to go, student or not.
The mentals had bracelets too, thicker and clunkier in my opinion. Wouldn't do much to get rid of ours, but whatever. I stampeded through the blood-filled hallways looking for the theater kids. No sign of them. You'd know if they were coming, what with their blowtorches and battle cries.
I crept slowly along the lockers and spotted a few swaying figures. My hands tightened around the hammer I had quickly acquired while escaping the classroom. Three of them all in a huddled group by the water fountain, just staring at one another, brain dead. Didn't seem like too vicious of a fight to approach but I knew they were crazy brain-eating maniacs ready to lynch at any moment in time.
Whoa. The turmoil was getting to me. I was starting to think like Standstill.
With a 16 strength score and a 15 dexterity, I was pretty convinced I could make this shot. If I just threw the hammer starting from the left, it would swing and possibly hit two of them, if not all three. This time I couldn't rely on my d20 to see if I would hit them or not. I went with my instincts. Besides, I had a spare weapon in my right shoe.
This wasn't a game. I had to focus. There were no dungeon masters.
I took a step forward while raising my hammer, both hands grasped firmly. They couldn't see me. The setting was perfect. I swung my weapon, and with sharp precision, it conked one on the head, causing it to fall onto the others. With a grimy thud, they hit the gray tile. Poor helpless little things.
Through the obstacles of debris on the floor, I sauntered my way over to the scene. Definitely mission accomplished. They were squirming to get up but weakened by the damage they received. I kicked them over to the side and strutted around the corner, head held high and all. I could do this alone. Who needs a battle cry anyway?
The disease was spreading fast. I saw more zombies inching out of doorways, one hanging from the ceiling and one slumped over a pile of binders scattered across the floor. They crawled like spiders, snatching at my feet. Down the hall a girl came prancing in a hurry with a frantic expression plastered across her rotting face. I sidestepped to let her through. She was a goner.
There were animalistic screams raging down the next two hallways. Bellows of pain and fear were sliding through the cracks of the tightly closed doors. My only option was to venture down further in search of sane students. Then a thought struck me.
What if I was the only one left? What if I was the only human person left in the school? In the world?
Get yourself together, I thought through shallow breaths of panic. You can do this.
As I neared closer to the end of the hall, I spotted a detached zombified arm sticking out from the corner. I felt terror cloud my rational thoughts. There I was, standing at the beginning of a war, alone. A shiver went through my whole body as I tiptoed closer to the arm. Roaring zombies were on the other side, tearing through classrooms. Then I heard something behind me.
A low growling moan thundered through my ears. It was maybe within a few feet of me. Frightfully, I turned to face the menacing beast. The only thing positive I could think of was: well, at least it's not a student. At least it's alone, like me.
It was almost as if it still had some sense in it left. I could see in its…remaining eye that it could identify me as prey and not one among them. It advanced towards me without warning.
I shielded myself swiftly with the hammer, swinging it every which way, trying to scare it. Its mouth hung open in attempt to bite my arm, but I was too quick. One of its hands got hold of my scalp. I felt its yellowed nails dig into my head, searing pain flooding my vision. My hammer dropped in the middle of the struggle and fell onto my foot. I knew I had to hold in my cry but I felt more claws plowing into my neck.
"HEEEELLPPP!" stupidly, foolishly, and idiotically I shouted. It startled the zombie for a second, giving me some time to search for my weapon on the ground. Not enough time, however. I grabbed my Swiss army knife out of my shoe. Just as I was about to stab the monster, I heard footsteps echoing down the hall. They were heading this way. They were running fast. I heard someone shout.
"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE!" Heroic, yet not reassuring. It was Bill Standstill and the rest of the techies.
I raised my hand to wave to them, to let them know I was still me and not infected. When I lifted my arm up, the zombie made a swift transaction, quick enough to not be seen by the theater kids. I was blinded by a punch in the eyes, but I felt something on my wrist.
A clunky bracelet.
I knew it, the zombie could still think for itself. I opened my mouth to yell at Bill, but the zombie stuffed its fist in my face. It pushed me to the ground. I was helpless; all I could do was listen.
"Hey…" It sounded like Sophie. My face was buried into the floor. This wasn't good…they couldn't see my face.
"Bill, he's got a bracelet. We have to kill him." Someone said. I tried squirming free. The zombie just pushed me to the ground more forcefully.
"That's definitely a zombie…." Bill said. "They both are."
"Kill the one with the bracelet, that's what you told us to do!"
"I know! Shut up, let me think." I heard Bill walk around us, inspecting us. A sigh.
"I say we kill the squirming one. It's pathetic anyway." Sophie said. I tried to talk but it just sounded like incoherent speech, muffled by the floor. This wasn't happening. Not to me. They couldn't kill me. They wouldn't.
"Alright." Bill favored with her.
I heard them all cheer, pushing the actual zombie aside. My arms were too weak to pull myself up, to reveal my face. They were circling now, chanting, yelling, singing….raising their weapons, readying their blowtorches. Kicking, punching, stabbing…..blood.
Blood and screams….burning….
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it's okay if this is a bit confusing. this is chapter 18 to a class novella i'm doing in creative writing, it's called Zombie High. Funny, no? ~sirwellie is doing this too, you should read hers it's sooooo much better....hers is chapter 25.
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Nice! I liked it. 
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