S.C.H.O.O.L -19-

Seven Crap Hours Of Our Lives SCHOOL

Day 175

I walked down the ramp, straight into the band room like I did only a few hours ago. It really was surprising how fast the infection spread; from one person to two, and from two to three hundred and eighty four. Really I had no idea who started it… Then it hit me; the realization that this was the end. The world was on its last breath.

"'Kay guys, I think we're fairly safe down here…" said Wheat, walking past my mortified body.

"Yeah, tell that to the seven hundred zombies walking around the middle school's cafeteria," Mozart said sarcastically. Digi walked over to the back of the band room and picked up the cowbell from the shelf. Oddly enough, the band room seemed to be the only room still intact. Both music stands and odd red chairs were still in rows. They were odd because of the angle they were made; just in the most uncomfortable way so that if you sit in any reasonably relaxing way, you slide down. Their purpose was to make you sit up straight when you play.

"Is it just me, or is this kinda freaky?" asked Tho, walking around to the front of the room. The windows that sat at road-height showed zombies stumbling around, yet none were trying to get in. All four doors to the practice rooms were closed, and the only person that seemed to be at a complete loss for words was Coldplay. He never exactly came into the band room.

"We should try to find more survivors…" I said, walking around to the electric piano. It was still on from whatever class was in here last.

"Don't you remember Sir Monotone?" asked Wheat, looking through the cupboards of the band room, "He said that we shouldn't partner up with friends. As soon as I get a chance, I'm leaving you guys."

"Pssht thanks," I said, shooting him a glare, "Why don't you just leave right now?"

Wheat shrugged. "'Cause if zombies are ever chasing us I know they'll pick off one of you first." :3

"Hey guys," spoke Mozart, "Where do you think Sir Akay is?"

Now, usually in any given zombie movie or novel, as soon as a name is mentioned, that person usually appears and scares the shizzle out of the main characters. Typically, in a zombie story, that person has indeed become infected and regardless of who they are they will attempt to kill off the most important character. In a weak attempt of survival, one of the main characters may try to tap into the person behind the zombie with the good old line of 'I know you're in there somewhere! Just believe!'

Fortunately for this story, It shall follow that exact set-up wholeheartedly and without flaw.

Mozart ran around to Tho, just as zombie-Sir-Akay broke through his office door and stumbled into the room. Wheat loaded his shotgun and aimed, but froze before shooting. I couldn't blame him; Sir Akay was probably one of the best teachers in the school and lived for all the right things. Everything seemed to freeze, the entire room waiting to see what the undead teacher would do.

To our surprise, he limped over to his conductor's podium in a very calm manner. He stepped up on the large red block, straightened the stand in front of him, and picked up the flexi-glass stick used for conducting. He tapped the stand twice and started to wave the stick around at four different points, just like he usually did in every class.

"Maybe he didn't notice us," whispered Coldplay from the corner of his mouth. Sir Akay beckoned to the invisible flute players, as if to cue them in on whatever piece he had in mind.

"Well he's not bothering us, so maybe we should leave?..." I said quietly, waiting for Wheat to give us a nod of approval. A mutual agreement seemed to have been made; Wheat would lead us as long as he could.

"No," he said out loud, "I read that sometimes there are special zombies. Y'know, like those tanks from left for dead…  Except more realistic."

"Yeah, cause zombies roaming the earth and slaughtering everyone is totally realistic," said Digi sarcastically. Wheat glared at him and said, "Well if you're volunteering to see if that guy's wearing a costume, be my guest."

At that moment, I felt something hit the back of my head. "Ow! What the f***?!"

"Oh sweet mother of God…" whispered Digi. Instruments came flying out from the storage at the back of the band room. It appeared to be one of the bass drum mallets that had hit me. But it wasn't just that; oh no, trumpets and trombones flew out into the opening, toppling over chairs and stands as they formed a circle around Sir Akay.

"Uhm… Wheat…" said Tho, holding Mozart's hand tightly.

Sir Akay raised the trumpets, and lowered all lower brass. Instruments swirled around the room, and the circle was growing bigger as more joined in. I jumped to the floor just as a tuba soared over my head, and saw everyone else crouch down with me. Instruments started branching out, creating something similar to a hurricane of metal. They collided with the walls, and Sir Akay still conducted without hesitation.

"Get to the door!" yelled Wheat, starting to make his way over to the door.

"Sorry bro but I don't think that's gonna happen!" yelled back Coldplay. Outside of the band door, a wide mass of zombies were standing at the window, banging on the door, and trying to get in any way possible. I squinted and swore I saw my old crazy French teacher amongst them…

"Then what the hell are we gonna do!?" cried Mozart, putting an arm around Tho in a desperate attempt to protect her. She pushed him off roughly and scowled. "I can protect myself, thanks," she protested.

"Why don't we just shoot Sir Akay?" I called. I got guilty looks back, and thought the same thing as everyone. Who would want to shoot him?

"Well we can't for obvious reasons, and for the fact that if we shoot him he would probably launch all instruments at our faces," said Wheat, looking towards the undead conductor.

"Well maybe someone can talk some sense into him," said Tho, "he must be somewhere in there."

"PLEASE. Not only has that only been in the movies," Wheat started saying, "but neither has it ever worked in the movies. I mean, really, when has that ever worked?"

Tho yelled back, "When have zombies ever roamed reality!?!"

"Well obviously not until today!"

"And where do you get your facts? Some fictional novels? Black Ops?"

"HEY! At least I made an attempt rather than snogging someone in the stairwell!"

"WHOA. GUYS!" I cried, "Now is SERIOUSLY not the time!"

"Yeah we kinda have to figure out how to stop this instrument typhoon and the mice-tro," added Digi. Everyone groaned at the insider.

A ceiling tile landed to my left, and a person dropped down beside me, bringing with them a cloud of dust. The swirl of instruments didn't break, and to everyone's surprise neither did Sir Akay's concentration. Coughing ensued, from everyone, and we heard a bang from somewhere in Wheat's direction.

"Damnit I rolled onto my shotgun!" came his voice. A clatter of brass and woodwind instruments fell to the floor, followed by a cry of pain came from either Coldplay or Digi. I felt something similar to a trumpet fall onto my back, and a sting shot up my spine. Swearing loudly, I turned to see the white figure try to stand up. Dust still flooded the room, but instead of the various bumps and thuds from the instruments whirling around, it was deathly quiet. (-author snickers at pun-)

"Hey, whoa; no rush, buddy. I mean maybe if you didn't just fall from the ceiling you could…" I drifted off when I saw he had more determination than a bull that's spotted a red scarf. He picked up something that landed beside him. It looked like a long pole, or stick… but I couldn't see much more of it because of the dust cloud. He got to his feet and faced the conductor, or what direction I thought the conductor was in.

Nobody moved, or made a sound. The dust cleared, showing us a war field of instruments spread right across the floor. Many were damaged; bent, broken, snapped right in half… And standing in the midst of it all was Sir Akay. He was bleeding out from his waist, and his jaw hung loosely from the rest of his skull. For a zombie, he seemed pretty pissed off.

"My piesshh is overr…" he slurred, moving towards us. Wheat hurriedly cocked his shotgun back and fired at Sir Akay again, this time at the head. When the zombie didn't fall, Wheat shot at his chest, then his legs, and then his waist.

"My piesh is over," he repeated, "so why don't I hear any dang applause!? Where's the freaking dynamic!?"

He stumbled towards us, moving reasonably fast for a zombie. Everyone grabbed their guns and stood, aiming at their favorite teacher. But before anyone could shoot, the white figure ran towards Sir Akay with his weapon raised and bashed him over the head. When Sir Akay tried grabbing him, the figure ducked and swerved around, hitting Sir Akay square on the back, then again in the stomach. Blood poured from the bullet holes, but that didn't seem to stop the undead man. He swung out at the figure, but he was much too slow compared to the white ninja.

"How do we kill this thing!?" called the figure, dodging yet another lunge.

"Decapitation!" called Wheat, hesitating to go over and help.

"I can't do that to him!" shouted the figure. Sir Akay was making attempts to grab the figure now, and what he would do with him after was anyone's guess. The undead-teacher got a hold of the weapon, which appeared to be a worn-out hockey stick, and flung it to the side of the room. The figure was distracted by his loss, in which Sir Akay took the time to grab him by his arms securely.

"You always were a quiet student…" he slurred, looking at the figure. I managed to catch a glimpse of the figures face. There was only one person I knew retro enough to sport a handlebar moustache.

The door to the band room fell down, and a massive swarm of zombies both young and old but all dead came down the ramp. Coldplay (who's leg was bent at an odd angle) ran into Digi, who dominoed into Mozart, Tho, and I. Luckily for us they moved like the zombies in Plants and Zombies, not like the ones in Left for Dead which just run blindly at you and you're stuck ammo-less and can't do anything except melee your way out of that crap until a freaking SMOKER comes along and drags you off from your freaking stupid-ass TEAM.

….

Anyways, so the zombies that stumbled into the room were slow, to say the least. They obviously had too much to drink the night before, and the effect of hangover hadn't quite worn off. All who had fallen, stood up, and ran (or limped awkwardly, in Coldplay's case) towards the back door, the one leading to a stairwell that went to ground level.

Meanwhile, the figure had slipped from Sir Akay's grasp, who got distracted only for a minute. Wheat stopped to wait for the figure, as the ninja dived for his hockey stick and ran towards the back door. He slipped through just before Wheat, who closed it just as the horde closed in around us. Bracing himself between the wall and door, Wheat called to the rest of us, "Hurry, just get to the Corner Store! It's safe, secure, and nothing's got in it yet. I'll meet you there!"

"How the hell do you know nothings attacked it yet?" I asked, stopping mid-way on the stairs. Tho was at the door, and announced "I don't hear anything outside."

"Because," answered Wheat, "I have this cell phone here that I hardly ever use let alone have but just so happen to carry now, and I Franklin told me he's there with Phan and Goon. Now HURRY!!"

I nodded to Wheat, and saluted him. It felt like the right thing to do. He nodded back, and at that signal Tho opened the door to the outside… or Hell.

To be continued . . .