Our Expiration Date

Chapter One

10th November 2018

Oliver and Kate are sat at an old red table in the cramped library, holding pens and trying to revise. 

Oliver: Fuck me, this isn't easy. I do enjoy English sometimes, not on days like this though. 

Kate: No thanks. I wouldn't know, I stopped doing English when I got the chance. Best decision I ever made.

Oliver: You're lucky, you took Media. Again. You can swear in essays, I have to take like fucking Shakespeare.

Kate: Yeah, plus my teacher isn't always on my back. 

Oliver: Mrs. Arnett was always pretty cool.

Kate: You missing Media?

Oliver: Yeah, It was the best. Mondays and Tuesdays. Photography and Media. 

Kate: Oh yeah! Fuck, they were great. Best teachers by far.

Oliver: Hell yeah they were. 

Kate: You getting any of your teachers Christmas presents this year?

Oliver: Woah, calm down. It's only November.

Kate: It's always good to look ahead, so are you?

Oliver: I don't know, I haven't given it much thought.

Oliver: No, no I'm not.

Kate: That was quick. 

Kate: You still up for the photoshoot later?

Oliver: Obviously, I brought my Pellet Gun in.

Kate: The red one?

Oliver: Yes.

Kate's phone buzzes, causing the whole table to vibrate. 

Oliver: Come on, you made me swerve.

Oliver: It's Georgina?

Kate: You know she doesn't like being called that?

Kate: Yeah, she was just sending me her timetable so I could get her after class.

Oliver: Right.

There's a loud and violent scream heard from outside, everyone chooses to ignore it. 

Kate: Fuck man, that wasn't nice.

Oliver: They never are. 

Kate: One day there's going to be a real accident and nobody will know because it happens so often.

Oliver: Tell me about it. 

Suddenly, the door slams against the wall opening. In walks two what look like students but with blood pouring out from their necks. The librarians begin to scream and hide under the table, the other students try to escape but in doing so give their bodies to these things. 

Kate: What the fuck.

Oliver: We need to get out, now.

Kate: Oliver, your Gun.

Kate: Get it out.

Oliver: It's not going to do anything, it's not real.