The Chicken Zombies

Chapter 1-- #KFCisoverratedanyway

It started out just like any other day in PE.

Go to the Jimville Athletic Center (aka the JAC), run four laps, stretch, and start lifting. But today... Something was different.

"What smells like chicken?" Dante said.

"Oh, I don't know," Shakira said sarcastically. "Maybe that giant KFC bucket in the corner of the room."

"Ha, yeah, maybe," Dante said jokingly. "Or it's someone's feet."

"Dante," Shakira said. "There is literally a giant chicken basket in the corner. I mean, it seriously says 'CHICKEN' in capital letters on it. How could it be someone's feet?"

"You never know." Shakira rolled her eyes. She tended to do that a lot, especially when people were being idiotic.

"Alright class, listen up," announced the teacher, Mr. Sour. He was a very short man, standing at only five-foot-one, but his voice was loud. "We're gonna do a competition today. When you win, you get a chicken drumstick."

"What's the competition, Mr. Sour?" said a stupid little classmate who shall be known as Patricia Baywinkle.

"I'm glad you asked, Patricia Baywinkle. Starting off, we are going to be jump-roping. Whoever goes the longest wins."

The class cheered.

"Oh, man," Shakira complained. "I am literally the worst jump-roper ever. Like, ever."

"It's okay, Shakira," said Dante. "I'll get out whenever you do so you don't feel bad. I don't even really like chicken."

Shakira said, "Cool," and then the competition started.

The top three winners (Chris, Alex, and Mackenzie) all got chicken.

"Okay, class," Mr. Sour said. "Now we're gonna do a bicycle race!"

"YES, QUEEN REFERENCE!" said Shakira. Everyone stared at her. She looked away, blushing.

Mr. Sour cleared his voice. "Anyway, whoever bikes the fastest gets chicken. Except for you three. You already had some. Now, GO!"

Again, the winners (Ophelia, Ryan, and Haley) received drumsticks.

"Now a lifting competition! Whoever wins gets chicken!" Winners: Abi, Alice, and Jacob.

"Foot skills competition!" Macy, Camden, and Dolph earned chicken.

"Hotdog eating competition!" Maggie, Juan, and Jay.

"Sit up competition!" Kristi, Hanna, and Cody.

"Ice cream making competition!" Ayden, Paige, and Lenny.

"Charades competition!

"Keanu Reeves impression competition!

"Assassination competition!

"Buzzfeed quiz competition!

"Kim Kardashian look-alike competition!"

"Man," Shakira said. "Is it just me, or are these competitions getting ridiculous?"

Mr. Sour said, "Lightsaber fighting while riding in a mini-donkeys competition!"

"No, this one's legit," Dante said. "But wait, does Abi look a little... different... to you?" Sure enough, their friend's eyes were glassy and her stance looked like a Sim without instruction.

"So does Maggie," Shakira added. "And Ophelia and Chris and... literally everyone except for us."

"Okay," Mr. Sour said. "Does anyone still need to win a competition?"

"Just stay quiet," Shakira hissed to Dante. "Try to look like everyone else."

So the two relaxed their posture and stared into space, just as Mr. Sour ripped off his mask to reveal that he was not Mr. Sour, but actually Ronaldo Rosenpinis, the city of Jimville's supervillain!

Dante whispered to Shakira, "We have to make a break for it."

"What?!"

"Yeah, I can hotwire a car, but I don't have my license. Can you drive?"

"Not legally, but yes."

"Okay, I'm sneaking out. Cover my tracks." Dante then tiptoed to the door and slowly opened and shut it, sprinting out.

But, oh no, Ronaldo Rosenpinis had heard the door shut. "Get her!" he yelled to the students.