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UPDATE: I’ve edited these three chapters, I totally forgot about this story and haven’t followed this forum for a while. When I saw what I wrote I thought I should edit it and continue on the story. It’s not a perfect edit, I just made a few changes. The story is filled with dark humor and may not appear humorous to some of you but I think its funny.


Chapter 3: The Battle of the Gym

As we stood there waiting for the large barricaded door to finally brake open. I began to wonder, is my family okay? My mother? My little brother? Especially my father who I hadn’t seen this morning? All these questions that were skimming through my head, and the only way to answer them was to survive this ordeal.

Suddenly a chair which was part of the construction of the barricade had fallen off, it was a matter of seconds until it would brake apart. The coach who stood behind us somehow had a 44. Magnum. Mr. Peters wasn’t afraid of admitting his love for the 2nd Amendment and since all the recent school shootings, he wasn’t afraid to bring one to school either. Suddenly once again another piece of furniture fell of the barricade, everyone who formed the line slowly knew this was it.

Suddenly the barricade broke open and the horde of cannibals came pouring in, Mr. Peters fired first taking two down. Within the crowd I identified a few of them. The first one shot by the gun-wielding gym teacher was Samuel Waters, a notorious school bully. Another one who I wouldn’t miss. The second being was Clair Croft which sad to see her turned. She wasn’t the prettiest girl in school, and got a flack from a lot of other girls, but she was nice.

Mr. Peters thinking he was in Nam again shouted “C’mon boys, get those Vietcong!”

A mistake that wasn’t uncommon with him. I remember back when I was a junior, he punched Zachary Wong straight clear in the face. Though Wong was of Chinese descent and no Vietnamese heritage, it didn’t stop Mr. Peters from socking him right in the mouth. Luckily he he didn’t sue, Mr. Peters was a very popular teacher amongst the school athletes. It would have been suicide.

After the gym teacher’s ‘inspirational’ war cry we all charged at the savage creatures. Sadly their numbers were too strong, they just kept on pouring in. From the corner of my eye one of the basketball players was tackled by the cannibals. They tour into his chest and began eating his lungs and heart.

I continued to kill as many as I can, but to win this fight was impossible. The gym was lost. I noticed that one of them was my former English teacher Mrs. Jenkins, She was good to me, maybe because her medication prevented her anger bursts.  I could see that it was targeting me. So I charged at it and cracked it over the head with my bat watching the brains scatter across the floor. Unfortunately I had broken the bat in half. No longer capable of fighting and knowing we were losing this battle I decided to retreat.

I ran back and noticing that the coach had already ran away. I called out to Brad “We got to go!”

He looked back at me, and knew I was right. He ran back and stood to the side of me exhausted. We shouted to the rest of them to retreat, but we watched in horror as the horde of creatures forced them to the ground and ate them. We looked and noticed a door behind us, the same door the coach would of escaped through.

We ran without looking back, we got through the door, to find ourselves in another hallway. This hallway was split in two. We stopped for a second and thought, where we should go, not knowing if either way was safe. Remembering that any second now one of those ravenous creatures would come through this door and have for us lunch.

So we decided to go right, not stopping for a second, we ran through the hallways, trying to find the exit. Suddenly we found ourselves right in front of the staff room, in which we heard whispering. We decided to investigate the noise and slowly opened the door. But suddenly as my friend opened the door, he swung it back close, and we watched as a coffee cup smashed against the wooden door.

We suddenly heard a voice coming from the room “Go away you zombies!”

We looked at each other and I asked my friend “Did he just call us zombies?”

We were both puzzled from him using the word zombie, my friend then spoke “Excuse me sir, we are not zombies. ”

There was silence until the unknown man, “come inside quickly before they see you.”

We made our way into the staff room, to find the unknown man hiding behind a wall, being made out of a sofa, tables and chairs. The man stood up and it was our Principal Mr. Wayne. He whispered to us “Boys come situate yourself behind this wall.”

We ran over and got behind the wall, in which was formed in front of the Principals office. We sat down next to him, trying not to sit on his make-shift weapons. He then spoke to us “So boys how have you survived this long?”

We looked at each other and I said “Well we were in math…”

“…How did you get all that blood over you?” He asked.

My friend then answered for me “Well sir, us, the basketball team and Mr. Peters fought a horde of them….”

“Mr. Peters! Is he still alive?”

“We don’t know sir,” we responded together, “he vanished.”

“Oh. The basketball team? Are they still alive?”

I then answered “No sir…”

“It’s a shame, we could have won the State Championship this year.” He replied.

Confused by his sudden spoken thought I asked him “Do you have any weapons that we can use?”

He looked at me and pulled from behind an array of broken leg chairs “This is all I have, I think its best that we make our way to the gym’s storage area to find some….”

We both then shouted “No!”

“Why?” he asked obliviously.

“Well…” My friend replied “we just came from there, and its a bloodbath.”


Suddenly we heard noises coming from outside the door. The noises had become familiar with me and my friend, they were the savage creatures. We quietly stood there watching if any of them were trying to get through the door. Suddenly an infected zombie began hitting the door, suddenly more of them began hitting the door, they knew we were in here.

We grabbed the make-shift melee weapons, and stood behind the wall waiting. Our principal stood beside us, and we both knew he was shitting himself. Somehow in these last minutes which have felt like hours, the outbreak of this virus has made us cold. I couldn’t speak for Brad but I believed when that door opens that we no longer felt fear, only anger. We feel the need to survive at all cost, so that we can see our families.

My friend and I looked at each other once again in the face of danger and nodded, we knew that for us to see our families again we needed to kill them all.