Thomas and the Deceased

Chpt. 5

         Well we told some other nurses what happened and they told us to leave to keep ourself safe. So, we left and the since the hospital thing happened on a Saturday I went to school two days later. I told my friends what happened and they didn't believe me but I just kept seeing the strange, disturbing images in my mind.

        Later in the school day I was sitting in class. Bored out of my mind, I turned to look out the window and saw the most shocking thing of my life. My dead grandfather was dragging his undead body across the ground towards the school. Ragged, torn, bloody clothes with blood oozing from his mouth.  Oh my god! I thought as I raised my hand.

         "Yes, Thomas." my teacher said.

         "Can you please explain what the frick is walking toward our school?!" I said pointing out the window.

          "How about you watch your language in my classroom." said Ms. Wack, our teacher.

          "Okay, just look out the stupid window!!" I almost screamed.

          "Oh my god!" she said as she looked out the window. "Hold on class." she said as she quickly moved out of the room.

          So being the stupid teenagers we were, we started basically having a party. I didn't participate though because I knew if I did, I could be in a life or death situation. So I decided to go follow her. I quickly moved out the door and looked both ways down the hall and saw her turn a corner. I began to run down the hall and I got to the corner I saw her take and I turned too. When I took the corner, I saw her walk into the front office. I ran into the office after her and she was standing right there.

          "Ms. Wack, please, I know more about this than anyone here. Let me explain." I said under big deep breaths.

          "Go ahead because I have no idea what to do." she replied.

          "OK. Well-" I stopped realizing my phone was vibrating. I pulled it out to see who it was.

          "What are you doing with a phone during school hours? Give it to me!"

          "Shut up you cunt! I'm not giving you my phone in the middle of a life or death situation!" I replied with a snarl, seeing that the incoming call was my parents. They looked back blankly, not knowing how to respond.

          "Hello," I said into the phone.

          My dad's voice came, "Um Thomas. We have a problem."

          "Oh great," I said, "What is it?"

          "Well there's a few people here who are a little bloody.."

          "Oh god damn. Did anything happen with them?"

          "Yeah. A few of them were in the yard and.. well... they got into the house. Your mother has been injured." my dad explained.

          "Balls! What did those bastards do to her?" I asked him.

          "Well. They bit her and she's passed out. She luckily has a pulse and she's still breathing,"

          "Dad, call 911 and get her to a hospital. Do not get anywhere close to anyone who looks untrustworthy. In fact, don't get close to anyone at all. Even your best friend or sexiest ex-girlfriend could be infected. Whether they show the signs or not. Avoid contact with anyone and everyone."

          "Yep I have to go and bring your mom to the hospital. You have your knife in your backpack right?" he said.

          "Yeah it's right here." I said, pulling a long knife out of a small pocket in my backpack.

          "Great, I'll hopefully talk to you later. Good luck Tom. Bye."

          "Bye Dad." I said hanging up.