I was waiting for the bell to ring. It was Thursday and I was waiting impatiently .
We had Geography and it was my last period and then I could go home. We had still thirty minutes remaining but I wanted to leave this hell house so bad.
"All students are released from school. Get as soon as possible out of the building I repeat. Get as soon as possible out of the bui-,,His speech was cut off by a gurgling sound and screams. Everyone stood up and started to scream bloody murderer as they all headed to the door. They all were so focused on leaving that they didn't realize that they were stuck.
"Hey! One after another or else we'll be stuck here till tomorrow,, someone shouted it was Zac Aumbry and we had Geography and History together. So everyone started to leave the classroom and then began to run. I slowly left the classroom making sure that the halls are clear. I took a deep breath and began walking outside the school slowly so I can check if everything's save. I hear sirens from police cars and screams. It sent chills down my spine. Suddenly the door in front of me opened and students- no ex-students walked out. They were gurgling and moaning. As I reached their sight they started to go after me. I stepped back so I wouldn't be in reach for them. They had the shape of a human but they deep down I knew they weren't.
They're face was rotten and they're necks were full of bite marks. I searched something that I could use as a weapon. I found a screwdriver on the floor behind shattered glass.*Play music*
I steadied my gaze on the corps and charged at it. I aimed for the heart, I pierced through the skin where his heart was supposed to be. But it didn't even slowed down it actually charged at me rapidly taking me by surprise. I screamed as I was laying on my back and the corps was trying to reach for me. I searched the screwdriver and as I spotted it the corps already bit my wrist. I screamed and grabbed the screwdriver turning places in the process. I held the screwdriver above its head and charged. I stabbed him again and again crying. It didn't move a muscle so I was relieved for a while. I looked on the bite on my wrist. It fizzled and rott. It was hurting like hell. "I need to get out of this building,, I wheezed. I was running trough halls when I heard a male scream. I stopped in my pace as I looked behind me. There he was. The jock of the school and the head cheerleader. They were cornered. I tighten my grip on the screwdriver as I ran in their direction. I got a hold on one of the zombies head and smashed it on the wall making its head crack open. I stabbed the second one in the head but it managed to scratch me. I hissed as I looked on my arm a bite mark and three long scratch marks that reached from my shoulder to my neck. I rubbed my hand against my now bloodstained shirt as I sighed. I looked on the two people that I hate the most. They were watching me with surprise and awe. I raised an eyebrow at that. "T-t-than-thank you,, Marie sighted . After that she hugged me tightly. "Thank you thank you thank you,, now she was crying I stayed in this awkward position for a while not knowing what to do so I hugged her. Her mascara was now on her cheeks and neck making her look awful. "Thanks you did a great job back there,,I ignored Dylan's compliment and said "If you want to live, we have to get out of this building,, they all nodded "And we need weapons of course,, Marie found a baseball bat and Dylan a hammer. They nodded at me and we started running. "We have to get past the zombies without being noticed...any idea?,, I said while killing a zombie. They were quite for a while when Dylan got an expression on his face which means he got an idea "A bait,, I and Marie looked at him as if he was five. "A bait? Oh...you mean go and attract the zombies they as hell wouldn't tear you apart,, "As long you don't get bitten you're okay,, he shouted at me while my face went pale. "What do you mean bitten?,,"If you get bitten you turn into of them,,
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Immune-Book One
RandomIt all started with a single corpse... Join Angela Ray in her surviving journey... Love,Hurt,Losses and murder is a theme in this book that never gets old. Alrights reserved