One second closer to death

Chapter 3- Bradley's story

Have you ever been so scared in your life that you could just murder yourself at that moment? I have. It was the day of the start, when they broke out of that science lab. I can’t say exactly what they were. They looked just like people, but the life in their eyes wasn’t there anymore. Their pupils were red as well as the rest of their eyes. They weren’t who or what they were earlier that day. I don’t even think they remember their previous life.

            Mom said that it since it happened on the east coast that it’d be probably be okay to go to school today because we live in Washington.

The news reporter said it was “perfectly fine” also for people on the west coast to go to work or school that day. They were both dead wrong.

I was sitting in school one day on Thursday, April 27th, 2023 looking at the back of my beautiful girlfriend’s head while I could hear the teacher talking in the background. I don’t know what he was talking about, something about the way to identify a congruent triangle.

Brianna turned around and smiled at me and mouthed “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I mouthed it back. I had no idea that that’d be the last time I said that to her.

Later that class period, I heard snarling and grunting. I heard people screaming and shouting telling people to run. This was just right out in the hall. A girl I knew barged into the classroom holding her neck her neck.

“Run….” She said weakly. She then fell down onto the floor revealing a bite mark just below her ear.

My teacher then knelt down at her side saying her name and checking for a pulse. The look on his face gave everyone in the room that she was dead. The girl opened her eyes. They weren’t the green eyes I remembered. They were giving off a faint glow of red light. She reached for the teacher and seized his arm and sank her teeth into his arm. My teacher screamed out in pain.

I grabbed my desk by the legs and slammed it down as hard as I could on the girl’s head. The desk shattered into splinters. Everyone started screaming. I looked over at Brianna who was sitting in her desk wide-eyed. She squealed when I heard a moan form behind me. My teacher’s eyes were also giving off the same glow that girl was. With what I had left from the desk, I slammed it hard against his head as it fell clean off his shoulders.

“What happened to him?” My friend Michael asked holding his girlfriend in his arms. Janet’s face was cowering in the side of him. She looked up for a second just long enough for me to see that she was crying into Michael’s shoulder.

“It’s those things that were on the news yesterday,” I said, “they’re here.” I looked out the window. They were everywhere! There were no ways possible that the people in my class and I could kill them all. “We need to stay in here until those people all clear out.”

This one nerdy kid who wore glasses and was really fat pushed me out of the way of the window and said; “It’s the start of a zombie apocalypse!” he said in the squeakiest, irritating voice with a slight German accent that you could only notice if someone pointed it out. He rubbed his fingers together like the way a villain would in a cheesy superhero movie. “Did you know that…?”

“Oh man, here we go.” I said rolling my eyes at him. This kid liked to give a history on anything that he found interest in.

“… Zombies were originally founded by voodoo people? What about that zombies are supposed to be dead people? I think that they are supposed to be invincible people with a severe disability.”

“Deacon, shut up.” Brianna said. Deacon backed down quickly. He was scared to death of her. Mostly because in Kindergarten she slapped him across the face when he ate her cookie.