Dead Eyes

Chapter Nine: Easy Like Sunday Morning

The chilling floor was all we could relax on. Kasey and I had already accepted our deaths, as George was pacing around and mumbling phrases of hope.

"It'll be okay." He said. "Mariah will walk through those doors at any minute."

But she did'nt. In fact, nobody even tried to open the door. After an hour, I was completely shocked that no one noticed I was gone. But as I sat in that cold freezer, I understood that I was completely overthinking my value to my friends. I wasnt so important that only after an hour my friends would start a search for me. Right then they were probably out talking to each other, exploring the school, not thinking about me.

After a while it got colder. George was the first to grow pale. Then Kasey, then me. George was obviously freaking out. He started talking to himself. repeating things like, "It'll be okay," and "Go away, Tim,". I knew he was vulnerable, but I didnt know he would break down. He got into one corner of the freezer and crawled into a ball, leaving me and Kasey to talk.

"So... How'd you come to this school?" I asked Kasey.

"I actually came here with my younger sister Alisha. We woke up three weeks ago and found our parents... walking..."

"You mean they were-"

"Zombies, yea... my sister almost got bit... but anyway, we got out and stumbled here. Weve been her ever since...this started..."

"Yea?"

"How'd you get here?"

"Oh... you dont want to know..."

"Tell me. We have time..."

I told him the story. From the school to when we got here.

"Dang. You lost alot of people..."

"Yeah... It was hard, but It was awhile back." I told him everyhting, but I didnt dare tell him about the things I started seeing, like the rabbit.

WHATEVER SARA

I didnt want him to think he was trapped in here with a cry baby AND a psycho.

George was up again, breathing heavily. Only after an hour, he was hungry...

"Food! Where's the food?!! I need the food!!!" He screamed. After seeing that all the food was frozen and un-edible, he screamed so loud I was suprised that my hears didn't bleed. He punched the floor and stomped the ground. His hand started bleeding as he screamed the highest scream ive heard made by a boy over the age of three.

"George! Be quiet!!" Kasey yelled. George turned as if he was a monster yearning for blood. He came towards Kasey, the ground shaking at all of his footsteps. Then he ran towards him, his hand raised, about to hit him.

"DO NOT TALK TO ME THAT WAY!!!" Suddenly his voice got deeper. His eyebrows were in an angle that said he was more than mad. His lips curled and his yellow teeth were exposed. Now he was truly acting like a monster.

"George! What are you doing?!!!" I yelled. His arm was so big that if it hit him at this rate, he surely wouldve caused some brain damage. Right before he got to him, I pushed George. He wobbled back, dazed and looking even angreir than before.

He tripped over a bag of meat as he fell into scafollding, the meats tumbling down on his head. The meat hit at such a volocity, his head caved inward. Blood gushing from his now head-less body. The blood poured out of him, in such a way that it seemed like a river. I was shaking, and when I looked at Kasey, I saw he was shaking too.

The blood came closer and closer too us, until it stopped, and made many trails. As the trails met, it looked more like words. More and more trails met and it was clear what it was spelling.