Zincinnati Zombies

Chapter 1: The Plague Begins

It was a typical day at our high school, just like any other. I was eating lunch with my four awesome friends, Jon Molulon, Blake Sheely, Justin Carter, and Nick Robertson. We we're chatting away and having a rambunctious time like all good friends do.

"So guys, I've been thinking..." I said.

"No, Chris. No one cares," Nick said back.

I glared at him and said, "Nick, shut up and let me finish."

He laughed and responded back, "Sorry, man. Go on."

I nodded and continued, "Anyway guys, I made a quiz: a zombie quiz, and I think you should try it and see how it is. I need you each to pass and see if you're a survivor." I've always been a little obsessed with the undead and was dying to know if my friends would have what it takes during an apocalypse.

"Okay, dude. I'll try it out. I bet it's pretty good," said Nick.

"Yeah, sounds cool," said Justin. Everyone else at the table nodded in agreement and I smiled, feeling proud of myself.

Soon lunch was over, and my sixth bell class was about to start. As I walked into the small classroom, I took my seat and waited for the bell to ring. I'm not all that great at math, but this class was alright.

"All you can do is try," I sighed. As soon as I had said that, my friend, Ricky, stumbled into class, covered in sweat. He was obviously worn out. I could see it in his face.

"Hey...Chris..." he said, panting heavily.

"Hey, Ricky. You alright?" I asked.

"No...very tired actually..." he said, panting heavily still. "We did the pyramid run in gym class..."

"Oh, the pyramid run? Yeah, I can tell because you're sweating like a pig," I joked. He really was sweating like a pig, though; I've seen some sweaty people in my day, but damn. Ricky's been a pal of mine for a while. All he wants to do is join the military. He's pretty chubby in my opinion. The truth is that he is fat, but he's still pretty cool.

The bell had rung and after a few minutes, my math teacher, Mrs. Geiger had the attention of the class. I'd have to say she's one of the best teachers I've ever had. She just came back a couple of weeks ago after having her baby.

"Alright class, today, we are going to be learning about probability, so take out your notebooks and a pencil or pen, because we will be taking notes," she announced.

Ricky turned to me and whispered, "Hey Chris, can I have piece of paper?" I nodded, tore out a piece of paper from my notebook, and handed it to him. The rest of class was note taking and problem solving. It was a little boring and I got stumped on a few of the practice sheets, but my last class would be a lot easier.

My seventh bell was English class. Two of my good friends were in it: William Quimby and Justin Myers. I had only known Will for two months. Justin, on the other hand, I had known since Kindergarten, so we've been friends for a long time. As soon as I had sat down at my desk, the two of them walked over to me.

"Hey Chris," said Justin.

"Hey guys," I responded back.

"So Justin, we should play some DayZ later," said Will. DayZ is a popular zombie mmorpg game that a lot of people, including my friends, are really into. It's pretty sweet.

"Yeah, sure," he replied. Will then looked at me.

"You can join us if you want, too. Oh wait, that's right, your computer sucks ass. It can't even run a good game," he laughed. I nodded and looked down sadly. Will was right. My computer really did suck so much ass. As the bell rang, Will and Justin sat down in their seats and directed their attention toward the teacher. I continued to look down, feeling bad about the fact that I couldn't play a game with my friends.