D E A D H E A D

Chapter 4

Brooke pulled Zora into the band room to tell her what happened.

"I was bitten by the Deadhead that chased me into the lost and found, " Brooke told Zora while slowly rolling her pant leg up enough to show her the bite. Zora didn't respond. "What do you think going to happen to me?" Brooke asked.

"We just need to stay calm," Zora said.

"It really hurts, and I don't know if I'm going to get sick."

"It's just a bite. It's not like you went outside, right?" Brooke shook her head. "You should be fine."

"As far as we know."

"Brooke, nothing is going to happen to you. I'll go get some bandages for you, you stay here." Violet walks into the band room.

"Brooke! We need to do inventory while they barricade the doors. Come on, let's go to the cafeteria." Brooke and Violet went to the cafeteria. Willow walks into the nurse room where she finds Zora taking medicine.

"What are you doing?" Willow asked.

"Hey, um, found it!" Zora said while holding up a bottle of hydrogen peroxide. "I'm not feeling good."

"Should I be worried?"

"No. It's just a small fever. I can just sleep it off"

"Since when did you need hydrogen peroxide for a fever?"

"Since when did you care?" Zora said while storming off with the medicine she needs. Meanwhile in the cafeteria...

"We have 53 cans of corn," Brooke said.

"No, your count is off, there are 51 cans." Violet corrected. "That should last us until we get rescued."

"Depends on who finds us first."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just really hungry. Do you have any more soup?"

"Soup?"

"Yeah, like the kind you had earlier, the chicken and rice."

"Um? That was like over five hours ago. How did you know?"

"I smelt it on your breath."

"Is that a party trick you do? Or, are you part bloodhound?"

"I don't know."

"Okay?" 

Meanwhile in the teacher's lounge...

"How's the radio going?" Oscar asked.

"No luck," Peter replied. Willow walked into the room with a clipboard in her hand. She slammed the clipboard on the desk Peter was sitting at working on the radio.

"What's that?" Peter asked.

"Our medicine inventory," Willow replied. "We would have more but Zora took most of the shit."

"She doesn't strike me as the doctor type," Peter said. "Does she have a reason?"

"She said she had a 'fever'."

"Strange."

"Anyways, I'm sorry for calling you a faggot."

"Well, I'm not sorry for calling you a slut. You clearly don't understand all the shit I've been through for being gay."

"Whatever," Willow said while rolling her eyes, then walking out of the room.

"Brooke, I have the stuff," Zora said while walking into the band room. She saw the band room was empty. "Brooke? Oh, shit!" Zora said while running out of the room. Brooke was walking around in the hallways.