Highschool From Hell

Chapter Two: Prepare for the DEAD

March 5, 2014 11:35 AM: Z-day +5 minutes

That wretched secret, that dreadful secret, that horrifying secret; the one thing that I kept hidden from the world for so so long. That lamentable secret that instilled fear into anyone that heard it. That terrible thing that had haunted me for such a long time and would come to destroy almost everything I held dear. The horrid truth was...I had been bitten by one of the undead corpses that now roamed the streets roughly two years before the outbreak ever began. However, my body took control and subdued the infection, at least for a time...and a price.

The infection spread through my bloodstream after spreading into my left eye. That wretched virus; it morphed my eye into a half-dead ocular orb that resides inside my head. Solemnly, however, you could quite literally, call me half brain-dead. The infection morphed not only my eye, but also half of my brain as well. Every day I endure an ever-present struggle for dominance. Every day it is a constant battle: my body against the infection; if I were to ever lose my cool, become enraged, or am put under extreme emotional stress, my body will start to lose control and an insatiable bloodlust and desire to feed upon human flesh will be all that is left of my conscious mind. Unless this is counteracted by an outside force, then I will continue to kill until my lust for blood is sated. All of this would happen while I am forced to look through my own eyes at the insurmountable amounts of destruction that my body causes to the humans who get too close.

The virus gives me somewhat super-human abilities. I may not look like it, but I am exponentially stronger than any human could ever be. The infection enhanced my reflexes, gave me faster reaction time, and heightened my senses as well as my speed and stamina. It also gave the ability to see glimpses into the near future, but I can't control when it happens, which comes as a disadvantage. Most importantly, the infection gave me the abilities I need to protect my friends.

FLASHBACK

June 15, 2012 06:30 PM: Two years before Z-day

It was your typical summer; it was hot, sweltering even, I was walking home from getting groceries for my parents. My mom had told me that we were running low on milk and bread and since Dad was still at work, she had asked me to walk down to the grocery store to get some more. I put on my shoes and walked out the door.

<Time Skip: A few minutes later>

I had just left the grocery store and heard the distinct *tap tap tap* of someone running in my direction , I turned to my left and came face-to-face with a half-turned zombie. It tackled me to the ground and bit me on the shoulder as I struggled to get it off of me and escape. I looked around and found an old metal pipe. I grabbed it and started bashing at the thing's head until it rolled off of me and died. I picked myself up, grabbed the body and threw in a trash bin located in a nearby alley. After dumping the body, buying a clean shirt from a clothing located near the grocery store, and throwing away my ruined shirt, I picked up my bag of groceries and headed back to the house.

When I got back to the house Mom was out back tending to her flowers and Dad, who had returned home from work, was in his recliner chair watching the news, but what I saw on the television shocked me to my core. It was a picture of the man that had bitten me. Apparently, the man was being pursued by self-defense forces when he had attacked me. His trail had gone cold and he had gone under the radar. After seeing this, I went to the kitchen and set the bread down and put the milk in the refridgerator before heading upstairs to my room to patch myself up.

END FLASHBACK

'I have to warn anyone that will listen now!' I thought as I ran through the halls, frantically searching for Rose's current class that she shared with Cherrish. When I finally found it, I burst through the door and immediately I'm assaulted by the teacher's typical ranting over me being late to class. I ignored him and went straight to Rose, pulling her up from her chair saying, "Rose, we're getting out of here!"

"Wait. What is your problem? What are you talking about?!" Rose said in a 'you've lost it' tone.

"One of the administrators was killed just outside the main entrance. Now do you just want to stand around and talk about it until we become the next victims or do you want to get the hell out of here?!" I exclaimed in a demanding and worried voice.

"Ha ha. Good one. What blockhead would ever fall for such an obvious prank." One of the punk kids in the back of the classroom said in a smug, disbelieving tone of voice.

Hearing that he wouldn't listen to me, I yelled, "This is no prank, you dumbass bastard! I should know that most of all." I mumbled the last part without thinking, "What motive could I possibly have to lie about something like this?!"

Cherrish understood that I was being serious and, surprisingly, backed me up. 'Great,' I thought, 'my worst enemy just has to be the only one in the room that's got some fucking common sense. Just great.' The two of us started running out of the classroom, followed closely by Rose.

We ran down the halls, in search of anything that could be used as a weapon. Luckily, I had thought ahead and and wisely chose to grab my baseball bat from my locker before before I got to the classroom, so I was not in need of another weapon, leaving Rose and Cherrish unarmed. We broke into the janitor's closet and I immediately spied a crowbar in the corner of the janitor's closet. I picked up and put it in my bag for later use. Rose found a mop and broke off the handle to use it as makeshift spear or quarter staff. Cherrish said that he wouldn't need a weapon because he had taken self-defense courses during his freshman year. He also said that he had a switchblade knife that he could use if it was necessary. If he wants to get himself killed trying to hack away at a walking undead corpse, that's his choice.

"Okay, let's go."

End of Chapter Two