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Chapter 2: High School Zombical
As everyone was trying to get a grip of what just happened, me and Brad quickly decided that we needed to go. Before we left Brad decided he needed some sort of protection and pull a pair of scissors from his pencil case. I looked at him with disgust.

“What are you going to do with that?” I asked sarcastically.

“Sorry I’m not use to this sought of situation.”

I answered instantly “Neither am I!”

I grabbed what was now the three legged chair and snapped another leg off and gave it to him. As we were about to leave we looked back the other students, some had already gone whilst others were too afraid.

We looked at each other and decided we can’t leave anyone here, so we asked if anyone would like to join us, but they all rejected the idea. So without wasting anymore time we left the classroom, but as we left Brad heard a noise and turned around. He had noticed that Alex was starting to slowly get up.

“Wait dude stop, Alex might still be alive.”

I turned around and we rushed to him but only to find that like Mr. Watts, he wasn’t the same anymore. He tried to bite us but likely we noticed in time and sprinted for the door.

outside to the far right of the hall we looked in horror as what was once our former student body and our teachers had become a horde of creatures, all of which were covered in blood, either their own or their victims.

They then began to chase us, but struggled to catch up as they couldn’t run. They made gnarly sounds as they got closer. We made our down the hall watching both the front and side. As we ran we saw door to door the horror that had infected our school. Each classroom, a bloody battleground. Suddenly my friend stopped right next to the door of the science room. I said to him “We need to keep going!”

But he wasn’t listening, whatever he was looking at made him silent. I peaked through door and saw what has made my friend horrified. Inside the science room was what was once a room of filled with scientific curiosity and wonder now looked like a scene from a horror film. Student against student, teacher against teacher, it was a bloodbath. Like my friend I also couldn’t keep my eyes off it. Suddenly I heard the noises from the right of us, the horde of cannibals had caught up to us.

I grabbed my friend and began to run away. From the corner of my eye I saw the group of savages and assumed if we were there any longer we would have been ended up like those in the science room. Whilst running we thought of where we could go, we finally made our way to the stairs in which were luckily deserted. We stopped and talked to each other.

My friend spoke “This is crazy! How can people just eat each other like that?”

I replied “I don’t know, but what I do know is that we need to survive, and that means we need weapons. We can’t survive with these chair legs.”

We thought for a second until finally my mate suggested “I know, the storage room in the gym! It has baseball bats, javelins, bow and arrow…”

I looked at him and said “I don’t think either of us know how to use a bow and arrow.”

“It was just a suggestion.”

“Alright here’s the plan, we are in the second floor if we go down these stairs then go down the left hallway we’ll be right at the gym. We get whatever we can find that we can use we can  use then we make a run for it to our homes.”

“Alright good plan.”

Once again because we stopped the horde of our fellow students and teachers had caught up to us, but I was certain that from the sound of noise, their numbers had grown. We made our way down the stairs and to the next set of hallways. There we heard more noises from both above us and surrounding us. Luckily those noises weren’t coming from where we needed to go.

So my friend and I made our way down the hallway constantly on alert. As we had turned to the next hallway I noticed noises coming from the doors beside us. Suddenly the burst open behind us and flocks of these ravenous cannibals began to chase up. Less then fifty yards away we saw the door to the gym. The creatures behind us were getting closer.

We finally made it to the gym door, but shockingly it was locked. We looked at each other frightened we would meet our end. The savages were getting closer and we were trying to barge down the door but then suddenly the door magically swung open and were taken in by unknown faces.

The doors were locked behind us, and we finally saw who had saved us, it was the school’s basketball team. As neither me or Brad were popular students, us and the basketball team never got along. In fact they were surprised we had survived this long. All those days in which they taunted us and called us names like “pussies” and “butt buddies”, we proved to be more then that. Much more. They must have been training when all the screams were being echoed across the school. They must of realized somehow what had happened as we noticed they had armed themselves.

We were on the ground and were surrounded by the team, all looking down at us thinking if they should kill us. Cannibal or not. Suddenly I heard footsteps, the circled team split open and their coach Mr. Peters and the school’s gym teacher walked in. Like them he was also surprised that we survived this long, me and Brad also caught some flack from him as well during our stay in high school. He knelled down and spoke “Well, well, well, if it isn’t these two pansies. How the hell did you to survive?”

My friend then began to spoke “Well we were in math…”

“It was a rhetorical question boy. So get up, and go into the storage room and grab yourself a real weapon, if you two survived this long, then you might come in handy.”

We picked ourselves up and made our way to the storage room. Inside there was a array of sporting equipment in which could be used as protection. I grabbed a baseball bat, whilst my friend grabbed a javelin. We walked out of the storage room and saw to our dismay that the horde that was following us had made its way to the gym door and are trying to break in. The basketball team had set up a line so when the large door breaks open they would fight.

Behind them was their coach who looked back at us and shouted “How the hell are you gonna fight these biters from over there, stop being pussies and get in the line!”

We quickly listened to his order and got into line on the end. Suddenly the barricaded door was breaking apart and it was a matter of moments until they broke through. My friend and I looked at each other and nodded we knew that we needed to fight or die.