Shenburg Massacre

Chapter 01

Time couldn't pass any slower if it tried.
There's still another three hours left after this class and it feels like Mr. Hull will never shut up. He's a nice enough guy, around mid 30s I'd say, but his lectures are the most boring thing ever.
There's only 20 minutes left but each minute seems to take five times as long as it should.
At least it's break after this class, 15 minutes of freedom until classes resume.
I twiddled the pencil between my fingers as I watched the clock. I glanced around the classroom. My eyes fell on Cynthia Barlow, the quiet but bitchy, loud-once-you-get-to-know-her type of girl. She was scratching her head viciously. Does she have nits?
I realised she wasnt scratching head, but rather her face. There were several blood splatters on her open text book, her hands appeared to be stained red. Whats wrong with her?
I noticed a few others were looking in her direction, seemingly as confused as I.
Her scratching grew more vigorous and she began to let out noises that sounded like a mix of pain and fear, growing slowly louder. Thats when I noticed what was on her face.
Large boils, more growing by the second. She was scratching at them desperately.
She pushed back her chair and stood up, she began screaming loudly. By this point even Mr. Hull had stopped his lecture to figure out what was wrong.
Cynthia's knees buckled and she fell to the floor, letting out these ungodly, deafening, awful sounds.
I thought it was the most horrific thing ever.
Turns out, that was just the start.