Sh!t for Brainz

;; Chapter One ;;

It had only been a few months since the start of the apocalypse, and yet troupe Phoenix was pretty well off. Due to half of the school, around 200 students, having already been in the building at the time of the school's radio station blasting over the intercom about people eating other people's faces, they already had most if not everything they needed for survival. There was proper running water, enough food for the next 6-8 months, and enough rooms to house more than enough students per the three floors.

The infection had started around early January. It was said to have been caused by a fungus that was traveling through processed meats all across America, infecting the human brain. It didn't take long for the fungi to start sprouting in random places, digging deep into the earth and finding its way into undead corpses to use as it's puppets. Nobody knows why it began to eat people, but it was rumored that it felt the need to hunger on anything and everything that had a heartbeat, searching for more puppets.

The most important of the students, the council, food preps, and medical sleeping quarters, were at the top floor. Those who were to guard the school property were held on the first floor, while every other student was on the second. Leon and a couple other students from the prior student council were stationed on the third floor in the front of the building, since the staircases were near the back.

The student council was composed of the school's most educated and logical thinkers, making them the group of people to determine who goes where, at what time. Things were going smoothly, till they began to send members out every other week in search of extra medical supplies. They switched out students every time, hopping clockwise around the table. Leon was the more gun savvy of the other hunters, having the most knowledge over firearms and survival tactics. Because of this, he had been sent out to search for said items, as well as hygienic products. He had short black hair and slight stubble on the sides of his cheeks, wearing his usual

As he was slowly making his way through a Bass Pro across town, he heard those ungodly familiar sounds. Groans, and screeches of the disgusting maggots outside stumbling and tripping over their loose limbs as they walked, cracking their bones together to make any noise they could. They were muffled by the windows and walls of the store but even though they sounded as if they were outside he knew he'd be a damn dead fool if he weren't cautious. He walked across the store, scanning every aisle, and bagging every item he thought would be useful, till he heard it. The sound was coming from a separate room attached to the main walkway, cordoned off to the side and hidden near the back corner of the store. They were the same sounds as the ones outside, but only slightly different.

Every quiet screech, every clicking and cracking of bones, every hiss and groan, sounded like it was shrouded in a joyous tone. But that was impossible, these zombies are brain dead puppets who can't feel or even speak. Leon assumed he was beginning to feel so lonely he had made himself believe there was some form of tone in the thoughtless cries, but regardless, the creature had been in his way. He slowly made his way into the room, quietly closing the door to it behind him as he readied his gun. Standing there with its back turned to him was a zombie, quietly huffing as it stood there bopping from side to side. He aimed his gun, raising it to his face as he looked through the sight. These creatures were the same thing that took his friends and took him from his family. The thought of his mother telling him she loved him before sending him to school that day flashed in his mind, red spilling over his eyesight as he glared at the back of the zombie's head in rage. He bent his finger, gently holding it against the trigger... till he heard the faint sound of music.

It was loud enough for him to hear, but too muffled and quiet to hear what the song was exactly. He lowered his gun slightly, now realizing that the zombie wasn't just swaying back and forth in a drunken like manner as most did but rather it was dancing to the music blasting in its ears through its headphones. "What the fuck..?" He commented quietly under his breath, a look of utter confusion and disturbance on his face. He lowered his gun some more, still holding it in case of a sudden attack but keeping it at bay as he analyzed exactly what was going on in front of him.