Flesh EaterZ

Chapter 6

Cover by _gumdrops_
My head snapped up from the table. I franticly looked up, waiting to see a splatter of blood or something indicating rotting corpses. However - to my surprise - all I saw was Raphael staring back at me, a cheeky smirk plastered on his face. His dark hair rested messily on top of his head and his plain white t-shirt was free of any sign of gore. No, the shirt was completely clean and his mysterious dark eyes held nothing but mischief. 

"Morning, sleeping beauty." He chuckled. I gazed around the room.

I counted the heads:
Liam,
Cooper,
Stacy,
Layla,
Sasha,
Sebastian,
Ryan,
Alesha,
And, of course, Raphael.

Stacy? I froze. Stacy is alive! It was all a dream. I sighed, relief filling my emotions, and turned back to Raphael. He raised a quizzical eyebrow at me.

"Bad dream," I shrugged it off. He asked if I would like to talk about it but I just shook my head. I must have fallen asleep whilst I was listening to music.

"Why did you turn my music off?" I cocked my head to the side.

"Sir came in." He nodded towards where the stout Principal sat. My nose crinkles in disgust and annoyance. I sat back in my seat.

"He didn't notice I was asleep?" I asked. Normally if you fall asleep during any lesson or detention you get extra detention.

"I g-guess not." His head jerked slightly.

"What? Raphael are you ok?" I place a hand on his shoulder.

"I guess not." He smiled down at me, completely normal. Was he pulling a prank on me?

Raising an eyebrow, I turned and looked up to the clock to see how long we had left, only to see that the seconds hand was flicking back and forth. I leaned over to check the time on my phone; it was dead. But it was on charge?

I huffed, exasperated, and sat back up. Everyone was staring at me. And I mean everyone.

One by one, their eyes faded over, milky.

"It was all your fault." Stacy's voice was monotone. 

"W-what?" I stuttered.

They all abruptly stood up. I copied their actions. My breathing became erratic. I noticed their complexion were slowly starting to go grey and I began to back up towards the door. I watched as a string of drool begin to fall from Stacy's agape mouth and she let out a bone curdling snarl. This is all too familiar.

"Your the reason they died!" Cooper growled before his jaw went slack and he lunged for me. I screamed and high-tailed it out of the room as the rest started chanting similar things. Slamming the door shut behind me, I kept running. I cringed as I heard the 'thump' of Cooper's mangled body being thrown against the door. Again, I screamed.

There came more banging as the rest started to pound at the door. I began to back away from it before I turned and ran, sprinting down the staircase. I kept running until I saw Dillon hurtling towards me. His arms were flailing - his jaw dislocated, almost as if it had rotted to much it had just fallen slack - and there was a huge gash taken out of his throat. Skin, veins and just pure guts and gore hung from his neck in disgusting strings. I shrieked as he lunged for me. I kicked him in the chest and he fell to the floor then I straight past him. Tears began to streak down my face as I made my way down the stairs.

When I reached the bottom i slammed myself into the door in attempt to open it. It didn't budge.

"What? No! No, no, no! This can't be happening!" I wailed desperately as I hit the door. I could hear the thundering footsteps of my zombified friends. I spun on my heal and spotted the small janitors closet, under the stairs. I better not find a zombie Harry Potter in there, I thought to myself. I flung the door open and hopped inside. I closed it behind me and leant back on the door, being as quiet as I could. I glanced around the small confined closet. It was empty. It was completely made of metal and although I was expecting cobwebs, dust and at least a few cleaning items, there was nothing. Zilch. I waited for what felt like hours. My breathing had finally calmed down but I could still feel my heartbeat in my ears. No zombie started pounding on the door.

Suddenly, I felt some warm as some sort of liquid cover my shoes. I looked down. The liquid was rising. It reached my ankles. I bent down to see what it was but it was too dark. I dipped my finger in it to see what it was and brought my hand up to my face. The substance was red, dark crimson. My breathing became erratic again.

Blood. F*cking hell, blood! I held back a gag. The level of it was rising, faster and faster. It reached my knees. I turned around and grabbed the handle of the door, tugging on it violently. It was locked. How could this happen? I panicked. I tugged at it again. It rattled but made no sign of opening. The blood had begun to pool around my waist. I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Help! Help me, please!" I slammed my fists onto the door. Something else slammed against the metal frame from the other side. It was one of the un-dead.

I stumbled backwards, wading through the metallic substance that had risen to my waist. I began hyperventilating. My fists were banging against the wall and I was crying for help. The smell and warm feeling of the blood made me want to puke. The tears that ran down my cheeks like torrential rain filled my mouth tasted salty against my tongue. The blood came around my neck and I gasped for breath. I kicked and splashed to keep afloat but it was ticker and heavier than water. This isn't how I'm going to die. No. I tilted my head upwards to inhale more oxygen but it had a horrible taste of metal. I gasped one more breath before the entire closet was filled with blood and it covered my face. I closed my eyes and my hair floated around me. I swam towards the door, still holding my breath, and twisted the handle. I was slowly suffocating. I needed to breath again.

I tried again with the handle; it snapped off in my hands. I dropped it. My lungs felt heavy as they begged for air and I felt dizzy. My brain forced me to breath but only a tonne of blood met my aching lungs. I choked and coughed only to inhale more of the crimson liquid. My head felt heavy and my eyes snapped open but as soon as they did they snapped shut again as the blood stung them. I held them tightly closed. My nails scraped down the door. This is not how I die. I kept telling myself over and over.

My fists began to pound on the door again and I tried to kick it down but the heaviness of the blood slowed the blow, making it less effective. My tears mixed in with the horrible, watery substance. Rebecca's mangled face came in front of me and I involuntarily screamed. More blood filled my body.

Then I woke up.

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A/N
So, new chapter! I know it's short but it is supposed to be. I know I have suddenly changed to past tense and I will go through the rest of the book to make it the same but it was easier for me. Otherwise I kept accidently changing tense.

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