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S.C.H.O.O.L. -18-

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Seven Crap Hours Of Our Lives. SCHOOL.


Day 175


Again, it was a drowsy day but this time it was in Social Studies. I (Soci) have the joy of spending 55 minutes of history in the basement of my six-floor school. Just as Sir Monotone was explaining for the fifteenth time how the congregation works, a knock was heard at the door. The un-nicknamed vice high principal walks in, and asks Sir Monotone if he could have a word in private.

As expected, the class explodes as soon as the door is closed. Why this is a fad that has yet to burn out with age is anyone's guess, but as soon as it does, I, for one, will be quite relieved. Unlike younger classes, as soon as the teacher returned a particular hush would naturally fall over this class as if the paper balls across the floor weren't evidence enough.

"Hot Shot you don't look so good." I heard a voice from across the room. I turned to see said person, and immediately wished I hadn't. His face was much more pale than usual, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"Holy shhhh- are you okay?" Soon enough whispers flew around the room at the ugly creature sitting where beloved Hot Shot was only moments before. Before he could say anything, Sir Monotone walked back into his room. His eyes fell onto Hot Shot, and for a moment he froze.

"Can I please ask everyone to move away from the boy," he asked calmly. People sitting around him slowly got up and moved away.

Before they could sit down, Sir Monotone pulled a pistol from his back pocket and shot Hot Shot straight through the head. Rather than his entire skull rupturing and brains flying everywhere, there were only two small holes connecting on either side of his head. Half of the class screamed (mostly the poof) and the rest turned to stare at Sir Monotone in awe. To everyone's surprise, he was passing out revolvers to the rest of the class, explaining nothing.

"Use this only in defense. Trust no one that is stupid or slightly dimwitted, and nothing that-"

At the word 'stupid', another shot was heard and Douchenozzle dropped dead to the ground. Sir Monotone looked at Digi in annoyance. Digi merely shrugged and said, "Just doing the rest of the world a favor."

"Look, shoot only those that are infected and preserve your bullets!" said Sir Monotone, not taking his eyes off of Digi, "and only team up with others that you are willing to sacrifice. For example, your friends are not a good choice." With that, Sir Monotone slung a small backpack over his shoulder and left the class. Some people exchanged glances with each other, and some walked over to see if Hot Shot and Douchenozzle were really dead.

"I wouldn't get too close if I were you," said Wheat, sitting casually on the teachers desk in the corner of the room.

"How the hell did you get here!? You aren't even in this class," came a protest from somewhere.

"Do you really think that matters? Don't you know what's happened?!" he cried, jumping off the desk, "it's the apocalypse; it's finally among us because technology has finally proven to be the death of us all."

When he got blank retarded stares he continued: "A contagious cancer they have found has prolonged the life, and at the same time managed to break down the matter that makes up the majority of our body."

More blank stares.

"ZOMBIES!" he cried, getting impatient, "it's the freaking ZOMBIE. APOCALYPSE. It's finally happened; the end of the world is here. I kept telling you but did you listen?! NO. Now you're all going to die because of your ignorance. How do you feel now?!" with that, he stormed out of the room. Collecting some of my scrambled thoughts, I followed him and heard two more sets of feet following as well.

"Wheat! Hey, Wheat!" I called. His stride slowed slightly but he didn't turn around.

"What are you doing now?" I asked. I saw that, rather than a pathetic revolver, Wheat had a shotgun at hand and strapped in his belt was a set of pistols. "Were you expecting this or something?" I asked, absolutely stunned.

"Guys wait up!" I heard Coldplay call from down the stairs. Wheat and I turned and saw him and Digi come up the stairs, their revolvers at hand. Wheat shushed them, and beckoned them down the halls. At this point we were on the very top floor, standing beside a new development that was put up only this year.

"Before we do anything else I'd like to show you something," whispered Wheat as he led us down towards what was known as the 'link'. It was called that mostly because it provided a bridge from one side of the school to the other. It was accessible from both the very top floor, and one floor level above the ground.

We walked to the windows and looked down. I heard Coldplay turn away and vomit onto the floor, and I myself was finding it hard to stomach what I saw.

Below would be a perfect definition of Hell (which is fairly ironic if you know my school). People of all shapes and sizes stood outside our school, trying to break down the glass doors and walls. Cars littered the front lawn, and a fire blazed over an upturned bus lying sideways in the middle of the street. Bodies were either dead and bleeding out, or hobbling in the pale gaunt skin that had looked similar to Hot Shot.

"S-so those… Those are zombies?" questioned Digi after awhile. Wheat gave a subtle nod, and then lead us towards the usual hang out area for grade 9. The class rooms around us were dark and vacant, giving the school a new abandon-like feeling. Rounding the corner, we saw a ring of poof consoling someone.

"Stand back!" commanded Wheat, aiming his shotgun at the middle. I recognized the victim to be Clone Groupie2, who stood slowly and hobbled toward Wheat. Shaking, he aimed and fired at the undead girl. She fell to the ground, twitching.

Coldplay threw up again behind us.

The rest of the girls screamed, and ran out of view. We didn't move until we heard the sound of their stiletto high heels disappear down the stairs.

Wheat walked towards the unmoving figure, and shot her again in the head.

"Just for safety measures," he said, turning to us. "Crap like that can always stand back up and get us when we're least expecting it."

At that moment we heard footsteps approaching us. Tho and Mozart rounded the corner, hand in hand and unarmed. Wheat jumped at Mozart, nearly taking him down to the floor, and checked his eyes before moving fluently to Tho.

"Where the hell have you guys been!?" cried Digi, just as Tho questioned 'what the hell is Wheat  doing'.

"Looking for you – or anyone, really," answered Mozart to Digi, giving Wheat a concerned look. "Almost all the classes in this building are dark and locked. We haven't been in the basement though; but from the sounds of it there aren't a lot of people surviving."

"That's okay," said Wheat, loading his gun. He threw both pistols at Tho and Mozart, saying "you're going to need those."

We walked around the corner, past the bloody undead-dead corpse and away from the area that everyone used to eat lunch at. At some point someone asked what time it was, and rather than a spoken answer Coldplay's belly rumbled. Mozart, Tho, Digi and I all exchanged a look, but Wheat (without turning around) said "We're going to have to get used to going without food."

Undead citizens were banging on the second set of glass doors on the second floor, having managed to break through the first set. The television monitor was hanging by cords off the wall, and the glass display cases were smashed. A group of teachers stood behind a pathetic barricade, shooting at the hoard behind the glass. Wheat beckoned us on, pointing towards the staircase leading into the basement. Having no other option, we followed silently.

Wails echoed from the basement, and had it not been for Coldplay covering the back of our entourage I would have ran up those stairs and hid. But Wheat leads us on, straight into the band room. He beckoned us in, and quickly locked the door behind him.


To be continued . . .
Its baaaacckk.

*Note* For the people who you don't know, I'm dropping another heavy hint and providing the initials of nicknamed people rather than a 'description'.

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:iconscribeoftime: Soci - Found and Alive
:icon7dexter7: Handlebar - currently MIA
:iconbrysonialthebison: Franklin – currently MIA
:iconchibiluver555: Phan – currently MIA
:iconjumper1996: Mozart – Found and Alive
:iconjupiter5851: Tho – Found and Alive
:iconadftba: Digi – Found and Alive
:iconkhimairi999: Goon – currently MIA

Locker Buddy – currently MIA
Wheat – Found, Prepared, and Alive
Mallet Magnet – currently MIA

Darth Vadar (K.S)- unknown
Robin (T.S)- unknown
Einstein (A.C)– currently MIA
Feather (H.O)– unknown
Flitter (V.C)– currently MIA
Artist (M.O)– unknown
Rich Kid (D.L)– unknown
Coldplay (J.K)– Found and Alive ..... for now (:
m&m (L.B) – unknown (doesn't go to our school)
Prodigy Pianist (J.L) - currently MIA
Beaver (J.B) – dead. idfk what any of you say, he's dead.
Hot Shot (M.J) - Infected and Died from shot to head by Sir M.
Clone Leader (H.M) – unknown
Clone Groupie (whogivesa.shit) - dead for all I care
Clone Groupie 2 (referto.above) - Infected and died from Wheat
Devvy (T.V) – unknown
Tuwd (L.S) – unknown
Book (P.B) – unknown (doesn't go to our school...soo)
Genie (E.D) – currently MIA
Fiesty (R.I) - currently MIA
Rainbow (M.P) - currently MIA
Simple (A.K) - currently MIA
PONIES! (M.M) - unknown
Douchenozzle (B.M) - last known as Apple. Died from Digi for no reason really, other than the fact that he's the biggest f***ing jerk known to man kind and deserved it, really.

Sir Monotone – alive and fighting
Sir Duck – alive and fighting
Sir Pansy Em - alive and fighting
Sir Akay - alive and fighting
Sir Arkay - alive and fighting
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ADFTBA's avatar
AHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA @ douchnozzle part *y*
Man have i been missing out on a break.