School Of The Dead

From bad to worse

Do you know the worst part about being a teen?No,Its not zits,Or Boyfreind or your weight.Beleive it or not,Things can get alot more terrible from that.Becuase in an instant.Things can go

From Bad.
To worse.

It was a normal day,Jennifer sat calmly at her desk... Nothing going on.It was boring,The teacher was going on and on about the food chain,Then about how we eat everything.

Sure,We heard some noises,Some banging some crashing,But in all reality,In our school,Nothing really was different.

Until,They heard the groans.These long drawn out groans,Begging to be satisfied,For their hunger to be fixed.With the aid of flesh.

No one really knows why they eat flesh.Apparently,The virus reprograms the brain to go after warmth...Becuase the virus can only really reproduce and thrive in a warm environment.Without that warmth,is stuck in a dead hollowed out shell as the body begins to decay.

I'm sorry.But I'm ahead of myself.I really shouldnt be telling you all this information now...I tend to be...finicky... Sometimes I forget it's alot to take in.So sit back,Relax,and remeber.

Don't get bitten.

My name is Jennifer Ruelas,Though people tend to call me Jenny or Jen.See,After the world went to hell...We needed to improve..we needed to grow up.Most of the teachers had been killed and eaten.Or infected.

But we managed to hold out..On pure adrenaline,and instinct.We locked ourselves inside our class rooms...and hid under or desks...when most of the students died,Half the infected Ran outside...So here we are.Like sitting ducks.Waiting to be eaten or to take action.

well.

If hell wants me.

It's gonna have to come get me.