If my School had Zombies with Isaiah Shepherd

Day 1

I just woke a bit ago, it being much darker than before and the only thing lively in the room being an artificial light. I looked over a bit ago and saw James very quietly looking through our bunker supplies. But now he's walking towards me, crouching to my level and whispering, "Isaiah. I found about 5 gas masks and I'm gonna go look for Micheal and Caleb. I'll be back in a bit." He then starts to walk to the stairs, where I then make a loud whisper. "Wait a sec!" I move Makenna off of my shoulder gently, getting a fire blanket and slowly wrapping it around her, using a flour bag as a pillow for her. "Mind if I make a note?" "Sure. I didn't even know you were coming with me." "I am." I say, pulling out a crumpled paper from my pocket and writing a note to explain our reasoning for being gone. I just hope we get back before she gets up and worried. "Alright James, lets hurry." He passes me a gas mask, swiftly putting it on as tight as I can. "What happened to your backpack, Isaiah?" He whispers to me. I think about it and look around a bit, but it seems to not be here. "I probably left it in my math class." I say, sighing. He shrugs, and slowly starts to go up the stairs. I follow behind gently, praying to myself that my friends are okay, clutching my hand to my cross necklace. He then opens the latch, and a surprising lack of light spills through as its opened. It must be really early. I check my phone. "James, its 2:04." He turns back to me. "I suggest turning on your battery saver and turn the brightness down to zero. So far I don't know if theres power." "Alright." I say back, walking into the bathroom. "Should we shut the panel?" He thinks about it, and then walks back to the panel and slides a small book under it, sitting the panel between the book and the stairs. "That way we can get it open again." He says, walking to the entrance of the bathroom stealthily, barely looking out into the lunch room. I get against the wall like him just behind, trusting his lead in this. He winces to the sight, looking back at me with stone eyes. "Whatever you do... Don't look too carefully." He then walks out carefully, looking in all directions to find silence. I follow behind, a pang of sadness hitting me as I see the shriveled bodies. Its dark too, and through the overhead windows I see stars, glimmering in a slight hope. "Should we check the other bathrooms?" I say, looking to James to distract myself. "Yes. But I don't know where." "Knowing Micheal, he might be looking for us too. And whats the one place we meet every day?" He looks back at me under that cold, black mask. "The Art room." I nod to him, and we both head left of the bathroom down the hallway, keeping a large eye out for anything weird. But at the same time, were trying not to see the bodies. "Um. James?" "Yeah?" "There seems to be a strange lack of bodies... I've only seen about 8." "Yeah... That is weird." Silence. I think were both nervous. But if he is, he is hiding it much better than myself. Were close to the entrance of the F-hallway now, where the Art room lies. "James... I'm not sure if its safe to be out here." He sighs. "Isaiah. Its not like we have much of a choice. Eventually our supplies will run out, and then what? We shrivel up and die like these guys? I don't think so." He huffs a little, speed walking down the F-hallway, leaving me behind. I don't know for sure, but I think he's just as scared as I am. I walk a bit faster to catch up, but then suddenly I see something move. My blood suddenly stills as I see another guy on the other side of this main hallway towards the entrance, dressed in football cloth. I go to yell for James but then I realize that would be stupid. What if he's friendly? What if he's not alone and yelling would alarm them? I just hope he's from another bunker... I then look at my surroundings as he slowly walks closer. At least he's not one of the bigger football players. He's definitely broader but he's just about my height. I slow and steady my breaths, looking to my left to see a table and two chairs advertising some college I don't care about. I slowly strafe over to the table, grabbing one of the chairs with both hands and then somewhat swiftly returning to the middle of the hallway. "Halt. Friend or foe?" He stops in front of the F-hallway entrance. If I wanted an exit, its not gonna be that way or the door into the courtyard opposite of the F-hallway. "That depends..." The man finally says back, twisting his hand as if getting ready for a fist fight. "On what?" I say back quietly, wondering where James is. "Depends on what you think of this." He laughs a little creepily, walking outside of the shadow of some metal holding the glass to reveal something shocking! His face had some kind of horrible mark upon it. It made my muscles tighten at the sight. There is a black dot on his cheek, with some kind of purple bruise surrounding it. And his veins were fucking green around the bruise! "A-are you some kind of- of... Zombie?" He laughs out louder, his voice contorting weirdly. "I suppose you could say that?" His grin widens, licking his lips slowly. "Oh, hell no." I try to say boldly, coming out much weaker then I wanted. My body starts to melt in fear but I try to make myself look stable. "Wow. Don't you have some balls, kid. Ha! I won't kill you so quickly if you don't stand still." He smiles even wider, past normal human means. It made chills flow down my spine. Swallow the fear, Isaiah... You aren't fighting for just yourself anymore... I let my anger boil, thinking of past memories I hate to fuel me. "You're done!" I yell, charging at him fast with the chair ready to swing hard. "Haha! You're an idiot!" He suddenly leaves his standing pose into a crouch you would normally see from the likes of spider man, and then he jumps back at me! In a sudden blur, I swing it as hard as I can, and after a few seconds more of blurred panic, I saw him to my right, bleeding from his strange black spot. The chair was now in two pieces, the part you lean against in my hand and the seat in the floor. It was a metal chair too... He then growls a growl I have never heard before... Not even from a large animal. He then lashes at me, punching me right in the chest and having enough force to smack me against the wall, taking my breath completely. He laughs, going to kick me but I swiftly roll away from it, getting up just as quick as he kicks again, hitting my left thigh and knocking me to my knee again. He goes to punch me in the face again but I put both of my palms against it, pushing it back with shaking arms. It was crazy... This kind of power was unnatural. "What the hell..." He chuckles. "What? Surprised? I'm a football player!"
"N-no... Its more than that, it has to be... No one person can have this strength with your body type." He gets mad at that, pressing harder strength somehow as I start to give way. "N-no..." I struggle to say. "Stop. FIGHTING!" He screams, his veins starting to pop out of his arm as I duck. His fist going past me and hitting the wall hard. He winces in pain, and I use the chance to stab the metal part that broke from the chair into his abs, making him scream despite not being able to pierce into him enough for the chair to stay. I pull it back out to make him scream more in pain and then I get up quickly while I can, smacking him in the back of the head as hard as I can with the metal paddle thingy thats meant to support your back. He falls to his hands and knees and I yell, smacking the paddle-like chair piece against the back of his neck to make him fully collapse. I was breathing heavily, shaking after the struggle and hoping for my sake that he was down for good... "Damn you jocks..." I start to limp to the F-hallway entrance to give James an ass-chewing. But as I got there I heard Zombie Jock getting up, and I turn around. "Fuck you!" I throw the chair piece at him, but he dodges with a swift stride, now opposite to me. I see the courtyard behind him as my strength plummets and I demand more of the gas mask. The stars outside are beautiful, and for once... I don't hear cars in the distance in the busy morning. I check my phone. 2:17. Hasn't been very long, but I think I'm about to die here... "What happened to your fighting spirit, blue boy?" "Very funny... Glad you noticed all I wear is blue..." My chest begins to hurt a bit, and I put my palm on it with my pained leg going limp. "Jesus, I barely touched you and you're already about to die." He chuckles his stupid chuckle again, and I stay silent. Let him stall. Maybe I'll recover. "Well... This has gotten boring, blue boy. I'm afraid I need your blood and I can't be playing with you any longer." "My blood?" "Well, since your about to die I might as well tell you. You see, my blood has accelerated tenfold, and the energy I gain is massive, but it burns quickly along with my blood... And if I can get blood from an outer source, then there is simply more for me to absorb and use." I take a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure thats not how it works." He snarls at me, which means he probably caught on to me calling him stupid. Oh well, guess no more stalling now... I'm sorry, Maken- "Isaiah, MOVE!" I hear a sudden familiar voice from behind followed by loud footsteps. I look back to see James storming in and I jump out of the way barely in time, James exploding into the jock at full force, slamming the jock straight into the locked, hard, metal door. I hear a snap and a scream come from the jock. I get up from the floor slowly but lay back down as my heart hurts more. I see James with welled eyes and a red face, pulling back to punch the jock in the face. I hear another snap, and the black spot explodes in blood and puss. "Fucking gross! Look what you got on my hand!" James yells ferociously, punching the jock again in the chest. Then James jumps back, breathing hard and angry, trembling in it. The jock folds to the floor, deader than any zombie could be. "James... Why aren't you wearing a gas mask?" I say, slowly regaining my breath. "No need. Due to Micheal I learned that the school is apparently using artificial air. Just means we can't go outside without a mask. You alright?" I nod. "I'm okay... But I could be better. Chest hurts a bit... I just wish my first encounter with a Zombie would have been a frail geek or something..." James smiles at that. "Nah. Too easy for our luck." Suddenly, the word Micheal registered in my head. "You found Micheal?" "Behind you." I hear a deep voice say. "Micheal!" I get up quickly. "You're alive!" "Yeah. We should probably head back to your bunker though. We were pretty loud." "Oof..." I say without any reason. "Yeah, we should. Micheal? You mind helping me carry Isaiah back? He seems pretty damaged. I see a broken chair here and I can't tell who was hit with it." Both Micheal and James laugh, bringing my arms around their shoulders. "So where were you, Micheal?" I ask, thankful they picked me up. "I was in the art room. Shortly after the explosion I headed there, hoping somehow that I would find you two. But luckily, you all found me before I almost went back to the bunker in F-hallway. I was pretty damn depressed when I didn't find you two." "Okay... I'm glad we got you when we did, Micheal... Was there anyone else in the bunker?" He shrugged. "No one we knew... But Isaiah, do you think you can walk now?" "Yeah..." I say in a sigh. We then start walking. Well, for me it was hopping. James and Micheal started just talking about random stuff then, but I was too tired to join. I just wanted to sleep beside Makenna when we get back. Damn... This weekend turned out to be something I was not looking forward to...