Corrupted: The Pain We Feel (Book 1)

Chapter 2: The Corrupted

"Alright, Squids! Get out your journals." Mr. B says as I get out my journal and he pulls ups a power point of the different types of Corrupted.

"Now we all know about the average Corrupted so I'm not gonna bother you guys with that one, but what I will bother you with is the Weeper. Weepers are kids or teenagers under 18 who have been Corrupted. Like the name says, they're cry babies. They're either in a dark corner crying or walking around with their heads in their hands sobbing, all while looking like they are contemplating their life choices." we all laugh at his description of a weeper.

"Normally, weepers won't bother you. As long as you keep your distance. If you walk up to them, then you just made your last mistake buddy. That's how they get you, when you hear a kid crying typically you walk over to see if they're ok. But they don't want your comfort, the second you walk over to them they get triggered and start throwing hands." he explains as we see a picture of a child with her head in her hands, her skin so ghost pale it's slightly tinted green. This is exactly why Mr. B is everyone's favorite teacher, cause he explains it in the best way possible!

"Now what do we do when we hear crying?" he asks us.

"We say, YEETUS THAT FETUS, and keep walking." Tristen exclaims, to which Mr. B laughs.

"Exactly! Next, we have the spitter. A spitter is not very healthy, you see, they spit out the acid that we know as the virus. So watch out for that. They are also, blinder than a bat, so they use hearing to see." he flips to the next slide and we see a picture of a Corrupted with skin much more green then a normal Corrupted and an emerald substance coming out of their mouth and cloudy eyes, showing that he is indeed blind.

"So like, you could be right in front of one and they wouldn't know as long as you're quiet." Zoey asks.

"Nope, but I wouldn't recommend standing in front of one cause they spit more than camels do." Zoey laughs at the way he compares a Spitter to a Camel.

"There actually is such thing as a good Corrupted, ironic I know. But they're called angles. Angles are more human then they are Corrupted, they remember all of their past and are most likely to have a decent conversation with you then they are to attack you. Angles are scavengers, they find food, supplies, anything the average person needs to survive. Now I know what you're thinking, "Mr. B, what's the difference between an Angle and a regular person?" well, lemme tell you. Angles aren't all sunshine and rainbows, they tend to have spasms of aggression. When they're having one of their temper tantrums, their skin turns gray and their eyes go bloodshot red. The spasms are normally no longer than 5 minutes, so they're pretty short." he tells us, flipping to another slide with a teenage girl with skin whiter than Morty's mom from Rick and Morty.

"Angles are very, VERY, rare so you're not likely to pass by one. Then, we have Copy Cats. They must be self-conscious or something, cause they like to Copy the appearance and abilities of other Corrupted. But, there's always 1 little fault so you have to look out for it. Something like an extra finger or other."

"And then there's the Carriers. Carriers are basically Pregnant Corrupted or Corrupted with newborn babies. Carriers bring being a protective mother to a whole other level. Carriers are Passive-aggressive, they won't bother you if you walk up to them but you try to take their baby away you are a dead man. The baby is born an Angle, but if it's taken away by someone the Carrier doesn't allow to take care of it, then it turns into a regular evil Corrupted."

"So basically is you yeet their baby, then they'll yeet you across the room and the baby goes nuts if you kidnap them." Zoey clarifies.

"Yeah basically. And don't forget, if you shoot a Corrupted in the chest how many bullets does it take?"

"2!" the entire class says in synchronization.

"And how many for the stomach?"

"3!"

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I sit down at the table with Zoey, Tristen, and Evelyn. "Hey, guys." I greet.

They're about to say hi back when we hear loud gunshots screeching through our eardrums, thumps of bodies crashing to the floor, the banging of people hitting the walls, and the screams of men and women dying from the evil in this world. Then we all see a wave of 'people' that none of us want to see....

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The Corrupted.