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...................... Chapter 1 halloween night............................ Halloween 2010 All Hallow’s Eve, the one night that I can—to some extent—be my true self without fear. I can choose not to take air into my lungs and let my skin turn that ash grey tone. I can let the venom drip from the upper teeth and let my eyes craze over. In the south, they have a saying when one is acting out or being unruly; they refer to it as ‘showing your ass’. As a vamp, we call it ‘showing your fangs’. Despite everything you’ve heard, read and seen through books, movies and TV shows, we don’t have fangs that pop out like switch blades. Actually a vampire’s ‘fangs’ are not much different than a human’s teeth. Although it is true our canine teeth will be more prominent and stronger, I’ve seen a few humans with some exceptional canine chompers (and shamefully thought to myself what a great vamp they’d make). However, the unseen superior and lethal difference is that a vampire’s top canines are razor sharp and connected to a venom duct. All Hallow’s Eve is the night I can show my fangs, and I planned to. Let’s be honest here; whether you are mortal or immortal, scaring the shit out of someone is fun. Granted, I sometimes get a bit carried away and feel a tinge of guilt for my victim, who is now surely suffering from nightmares and or insomnia, but I’ve learned to live with it. My Brother Alex and I had plans for this Halloween. They weren’t much different than the plans of past years, but still I was giddy with anticipation, like a child on Christmas Eve. I couldn’t wait for the sun to fade and the sky to fall dark. When the hour had finally arrived, I was more than ready for fright night to begin. On the edge of town just off the by- pass on a small back road sat the Halloween attraction that they set up every year. ‘The Haunted Woods’. However, the plan for that night was that the haunters shall become the haunted. The people that run the attraction are made up mostly of local teenagers and college students. I don’t suspect that they are paid very much to dress up in creepy, gruesome costumes and induce fear into the paying patrons. I’d be willing to bet that a few are wishing they had asked about hazard paid. We pulled Alex’s black beamer off to the side of the road and parked it just on the edge of the woods. The darkness of the woods combined with the color of the car provided the perfect camouflage. The car was virtually undetectable. We had already cased the attraction the week before. We knew which trails held the supposed unsuspecting spooks, ghouls and other creatures. We knew which way the wagon carrying the sitting prey would be coming. We knew where and when the man with the chainless chain saw would jump out, when the zombies would walk from fake grave yard, when the witch’s caterwauling would sound through the night. We knew when the demented scarecrows would run screaming from the barn pretending to take chase after the passing wagon. We knew when the man that hung from a noose would open his eyes and try to lunge for the paying patrons. We needn’t do anything all that horrific to produce a few screams, increased heart rates and possibly some wet pants. The calmer you are, the more intimidating you are; people don’t know what to expect. Now I’m not saying that if I chased after you with what you assumed was a deadly weapon, that I wouldn’t get pretty much the same reaction. Yet silently walking up behind someone in the dead of night can have grand results. Stealthy I stepped behind the girl; she was oblivious to my presence at first. She was peeking out from behind an old abandoned barn, waiting for the wagon being pulled by the tractor to come along so she could jump out and scare the attraction goers. She was dressed in shredded & tattered remains of what was once someone’s Sunday best. Her hair was disheveled and costume make up covered her face creating the appearance of the walking dead. Little did she know that she was standing within inches of the real thing. I could sense that she was becoming aware of my presence. I stood perfectly still; I took in no air so my skin would turn to that cadaver shade of grey. She turned and jumped back with a gasp as she ran right into me. She was clearly startled but not frightened yet. “You scared me,” she said with her hand over her chest. “Isn’t that why we’re here?” I asked, “. . . to scare people?” My tone was haunting. And I disguised my voice to one she didn’t recognize. Through the darkness she tried to focus on me, and although she could not make out my features, she realized I was not part of the crew. She regained her composer and with her hands on her hips she spoke with a sassy little tone. “You’re not supposed to be back here.” “I’m not supposed to do a lot of things . . . it’s never really stopped me before.” I used the same daunting tone. I stood unmoving. She was starting to get a bit nervous now; she shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and she tried to be inconspicuous has she scanned her surroundings for help. “Don’t worry we’re alone . . .” I grinned deviously. My tone and my expression heightened her anxiety, yet she held on to her sassy demeanor. “You need to go. You can’t be back here.” She tried to sound snip, but her nervousness was clear. “On the contrary, I’m already here so apparently I can be back here. Now as to whether or not I should be . . . that may be somewhat of a debate.” “Please just go.” “Not until I get what I came for.” “What’s that?” Her words shook with fear. I looked down at the ground and let my eyes obtain that wild primitive haze then slowly brought my eyes up to meet hers. I held her in a wicked gaze and let a sinister grin slide slowly across my face. Her pupils widened, her jaw dropped and her fear had escalated into panic. She began to tremble and took a step back from me. For each step she took backwards, I matched her with one step forward. Ordinarily, I would have felt bad about the terror I was instilling in this girl, and would have laughed lightheartedly or done something to lighten the mood, alleviating the mortal’s fears. But not tonight, although she clearly does not recognize me, I’m well aware of who she is. She is none other than, Corvallis’ own teen tramp and wicked Bitch of the west. This girl has meddled in my affairs, and made trouble for me on more than one occasion. Like they say, paybacks are a bitch, and I have no sympathy for this one. Her steps lead her out from the shadows of barn she was hiding behind, and into the light of the full moon; her eyes widened even further as she recognized my face. I held her in a menacing glare, and kept the sinister grin plastered on my mug. I know what my eyes look like when I let them craze over; in that moment, my appearance was more of my true being than of the human I portray on myself to be on a daily basis. Fear radiated from her, which only instigated the demons inside that much more. The desire is always there, but I’ve learned to live with it. Control it. I have no wish to harm this girl (for lack of a better term) but I’m sure as hell going to thoroughly enjoy terrifying the living shit out of her. She’ll have many a sleepless nights after this. “Farren?” I said nothing; I just stared at her. Giving no response nudged her towards all out panic. She turned and started to run from me. I walked after her; I walked as if I were taking a Sunday stroll. She ran in a zigzag pattern, continuously looking back over her shoulders to see how close I was. She was heading towards the path, but the rains from earlier in the day had saturated the ground leaving the grass slippery and the dirt path slick with mud and puddles. In the distance I could hear the tractor nearing and the screams of those who had paid to be scared; they had just passed the demented scarecrow’s act. She had heard the tractor coming as well and began to scream as she quickened her pace, but her feet weren’t able to meet the demand and she did a face plant right into a puddle of mud. I wanted so badly to laugh my ass off at the sight as she rose from the puddle dripping wet and covered in clops of mud. Instead of the walking dead she now more closely resembled a creature from the black lagoon. A swamp being. The only things not covered in mud were the whites of her eyes. She stood with her mouth agape and her arms out stretched to the side while mud slid down her face and dripped from her clothing. I continued walk towards her keeping the same malicious expression. She was trembling with fear and once again turned to run. She headed up the path to intersect the tractor screaming, “He’s going to kill me. Help! Please help,” as she went. I stepped into the shadows of the trees and watched as the scene unfolded. The tractor rounded the curve and Trinity ran towards it with her arms flailing and mouth screaming. Still covered in mud, which in the light of night to the human eye I’m sure it appeared to look more like blood. The wagon full of would-be scare targets reacted in very much the same way they had through the rest of the haunted ride. They all screamed. They screamed and then giggled at themselves for it. Some clung to the person next to them. Yet after a few moments you could see the perplexity come across the wagon riders as something registered to them that Trinity’s pleas for help were not part of the show. The girl was genuinely terrified and desperate to escape whatever instilled the panic stricken state she was in. All hell broke loose as chaos ensued. Patrons started jumping from the wagon which was still moving. People were running in all directions and screaming. It was like someone turned the light on and the cockroaches were scurrying away, looking for safety. I stood behind the tree laughing to myself. There are no words that can do the scene justice; you really had to be there to fully appreciate the comical chaotic atmosphere. It was uproarious. Alex was soon standing behind me; he too had a grand time scaring the employees of the haunted woods. Where I focused my efforts on one lonely victim, he had plagued a few; screams and terrified cries filled the night. “Ahh, music to my ears,” he said with a chuckle. We gave each other high fives and started to make our way out of the woods. Through the thick of the trees on our way back to the car, we saw the flashing blue lights as the police cruisers sped down the dirt road towards the entrance. We picked up the pace and hightailed it out of there.

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.......................... Chapter 1 ................................ My name is Chassity Dionette Blythe. I know, horrific name, right? But nowhere near as awful as what's going on now. I'm just a sixteen year old girl, trying to get through high school without dying of boredom, but then it all changed. We are a week from the end of the school year, and I was sitting at a table in the cafeteria. It wasn't lunch time, it was eighth period, but Mrs. Estrelle always has AR class in the cafeteria instead of her usual classroom. The whole room was filled with what passes for silence in this school. Papers rustling, the click of keyboards as some kids take quizzes, a few kids whispering back and forth, Mrs. Estrelle walking up and down the rows of tables to keep an eye on us. It seemed like normal. Beside me is Ronan, my best friend. Well, maybe not BEST friend, but he's pretty close. We always sit next to each other during this class even though we don't talk. We just sit and read and communicate through looks of boredom when it feels like time is just dragging, not letting us leave this prison called a high school. I was reading The Bad Place by Dean Koontz, and was only at the part when Frank's guard looks up and sees that Frank's missing from his hospital bed when we all heard someone in the halls, running past the cafeteria. The footsteps seemed to be receding downwards, most likely to the little lobby that leads off to the gym and the school's main entrance. There was a loud bang as the person shoved the doors open and then more footsteps, fading to silence, as the person ran out into the parking lot. For a few moments Ronan and I looked at each other in confusion, but then we shrugged and turned back to our books. It was about a minute later that we heard a scream coming from the parking lot, and we all jumped. Some kids actually plowed out of their chairs, looking like they were about to run out of the cafeteria so they could see what was going on, but one look from Mrs. Estrelle made them stay put. Ronan and I exchanged another look, even more confused than ever. Mrs. Estrelle remained calm, brisk, uninterested. "Go back to your books. It's probably nothing," she assured us, and I believed her. Part of me wanted to know about the scream and what caused it, but my other half was still caught up in finding out where Frank had disappeared to, even if it was just a book. Shaking my head, I turned back to the black print. A few minutes later the intercom clicked on. Then off. Then on again. For a moment we heard only static, and then: "C-can I have your attention please?" came the shaky voice of the woman who always ran the intercom. Her usual nasally voice came out sounding scared and pathetic, only making her voice even more comical. "This building is going on lock-down. No one leaves the building until you are given the all clear. There is no need to panic, everything is under con-" That's where she broke off, and for a second the only sound from the box on the wall was the creak of a door opening. The cafeteria was finally silent as we all waited for news on why we were going on lock-down. Ronan and I shared an anxious glance, but still didn't speak. Even Mrs. Estrelle looked a little nervous. The only sound in the entire room was a low, raspy grunting sound from the speaker. And then the woman's shaky voice, coming out in a whimper. "Who are you? You can't be in here! How'd you get in the building?" The grunts seemed to get louder and more intense, and then there was screaming so earsplitting I had to cover my ears to try to shut it out. Nothing could muffle her screams or the horrible moans. The intercom shut off and we had no more information on what was going on. For a split second that seemed to drag out for hours, we were all in a confused daze and just sat, looking at each other, dumbfounded. The tension in the air was thick, like if you reached out your hand you'd be able to feel it like fabric. I held my breath, afraid to make any noise at all. Then one kid began screaming as loud as she could and running for the exit. This triggered everyone else to begin screaming and shoving each other as they fought to get out. There were two exits in the cafeteria. One door that led to a second parking lot, and one that led to the hallway. There were four other doors, but they were all for getting in the kitchen. Mrs. Estrelle stood among the crowd, trying to be heard over the yells and cries. "ENOUGH!" she finally screamed. The room came to a reluctant quiet, with only the first girl to panic crying in the corner for everyone to leave her alone. Apparently she'd almost been crushed when they went after the door. "Now," Mrs. Estrelle continued. "I want you all to calm down."

continuued ................. "Calm down?" demanded one boy named Connor. "Didn't you hear that? That woman was just killed! There's a psychotic serial killer in the school, and he's about to murder us all!" Mrs. Estrelle crossed her arms over her chest and raked him with a disapproving scowl. "You have no way of knowing if she just died. That woman is going to be fine. There is no killer. This is not the answer to a lock-down. Now, everyone back to your seats and sit quietly." Ronan and I were of the few who didn't panic and run screaming, so we only watched as the other kids went back to their seats with sullen looks. "We're all going to die," Connor grumbled, his voice loud and echoing through the silence. "And it's going to be your fault." Mrs. Estrelle turned on Connor with a look of annoyance. "Connor, would you shut up and sit? I don't want to hear another peep out of you, or you will be in detention for the last week of school. You hear?" He looked like a scolded puppy as he nodded and sat down. No one read after that. We were all pretty fired up about the message on the intercom, and a little annoyed that we'd be expected to stay here longer than 3:15. The room was completely silent, and the tension was even worse than before. Everyone jumped when someone started banging on the door to the hallway, and there was a gurgling moan. Without thinking, I reached over and took Ronan's hand so I could hide how badly I was shaking. He gave me a look that reflected my fear, but Mrs. Estrelle bravely stood and went to the door. "You're all a bunch of silly children. No one out there is going to hurt us." With those words she flung the doors open and in stepped a man that looked vaguely like our janitor. He had the right sandy hair and dirty blue jeans for it, but his eyes were sunken in like he hadn't slept and they were red and bloodshot. Red smears dirtied his shirt and cheeks, and his hands were filthy. "Is he okay?" I whispered to Ronan, and he shook his head to say he didn't know. The janitor - I never learned his name - stumbled into the room, looking like he'd had a few too many drinks, and he fell onto Mrs. Estrelle and spit up something green all over her. She gave him a look of disgust and tried to push him away from her. "Sir, you should go to the office. Maybe see the nurse. You don't look good..."

continued ........... You don't look good..." She never finished, because he leaped forward and sunk his teeth into her shoulder, ripping a hole in her blue blouse and the flesh beneath. Blood squirted everywhere, on Mrs. Estrelle, on the janitor, and I expected him to look horrified with himself, but he appeared to be enjoying himself, swallowing her flesh and going for another bite. She screamed in agony and fell to her knees. "HELP ME!" she wailed. Instead, we were in an uproar. Connor was screaming something about how he'd been right and she had paid, and everyone else was running for the door leading to the parking lot. Then there was Evan, who'd run to the kitchen and snagged a knife, which he pointed at the janitor. I was completely lost in the turmoil, terrified. How could I get anywhere when I was surrounded? I didn't even know where I should go. Ronan somehow managed to find me in the fray, and he grabbed my hand again. "Come on!" he yelled and began pulling me toward the parking-lot-exit. "We have to get out of here!" I followed him, grateful to have someone who was level-headed, and I ran with him. He managed to push through the crowd of people at the exit and pull me outside with him. From there, we ran to the middle of the parking lot to catch our breath and watch the rest of the kids spilling out of the building. Four different doors lead out to this parking lot, which wasn't very big, and it was filling up fast. Kids that were in AR, keyboarding, shop, and art were piling into one tiny blacktop. I scanned the crowd desperately for anyone I knew, but the kids around me were mostly from other grades. Until I saw one person who I did know, and I pulled Ronan along with me to the door by the computer labs. Saskia, a girl with hair dyed sky blue and purple, bright blue eyes, and a normally out- going attitude, was now crouched down by the side of the building and cradling her stomach as if she was about to hurl. Ronan stood off to the side stoically, scanning the group, as I crouched down beside her and brushed waves of hair out of her eyes. I knew her from an algebra class we'd had together back in middle school, and we'd been friends ever since. She was normally giggly and funny, but now she was pale and sickly- looking. "Are you okay?" I asked gently. She shook her head and looked up at me with horror- filled eyes, brimming with tears. "How can I be okay? Didn't you hear the announcement? That lady was killed! Then these... things... went by the window and tried to break through the glass. Mrs. Beckham tried to make them stop. She yelled at us to run. When I turned back they had attacked her and..." She swallowed hard and began to cry. I could tell Ronan was only pretending not to hear, and his hands were clenched into fists and his jaw was tensed. Mrs. Beckham, the keyboarding teacher, was also his mother. "But, she's okay, right?" I asked, feeling my heart break for him. She'd always been a nice teacher, but I also couldn't imagine losing your mother. "She got away with the rest of you. She's probably out here now, trying to keep us all under control. Right?"

contined.................... Saskia just shook her head and looked up at Ronan with sympathy and tears. Ronan swallowed hard and looked away. "I'm okay," he lied, cracking his knuckles. "She... she was... always yelling..." and that's when he broke down and finally let out a choked sob of grief and slid to the ground. For the first time ever, at least that I had seen, he cried and pulled me into a hug. Ronan was not the type to touch people unless he had to, so I knew he was hurting if he was willingly hugging me. I hugged him back, holding back my own tears, and sat silently. There was nothing I could say to make him hurt less. Moments later he'd pulled himself together and sat back, away from me, and wiped absently at his eyes. "That's enough. We need to keep it together, and figure this out. This is no time for crying." I could see he wasn't okay yet, but he was going to put on a brave face for now, and part of me admired him for that. I know I could never be that way, no matter how I tried. I stood, pulling Saskia up with me, and asked, "What do we do first? We have no idea what's going on...." Ronan stood too and looked around with squinted eyes, suddenly becoming serious again. "We find as many people as we can, group together, find a safe place. From what I saw, people are sick with something. They're going crazy, and we have to find as many non-crazy people as we can." "What about all these people?" Saskia asked, obviously trying to be helpful. She pointed to the crowd of screaming desperate people surging around us. Ronan opened his mouth to answer, when one scream rose above the rest. For a moment the group was silent except for the one girl - the same girl who had started the panic in the cafeteria - screaming her head off. Then one person began shouting, "He's eating her!" and the lot became a frenzy again. "We have to get out of here," Ronan murmured, grabbing my wrist. We were near the door that lead to the computer labs, so he pulled Saskia and me through there. I didn't know where he expected us to go, especially since Saskia said the crazies had tried breaking through the windows here, but he ran past the computer rooms and toward the stairs that led to the art room. "We need to get up on the second floor. Too many of the rooms have windows, so we better find one on the second floor where those things can't get to us." I knew what he meant. The crazies could get us through the windows on this floor, but up there would be too high for them. We darted up the flight of steps, then another, and then we were by the art room. I expected Ronan to turn in there but he ran past and flung open the door to the library. "There's more room in here," he explained, and rushed us in. Since there was only three of us, I didn't see why we needed more room, but I didn't question him. When we got inside I saw there were others already hiding in there. My best friend, Piper, was among them. I went running to meet her and hugged her, just happy to see her alive. At that moment, my relief was too great for words, and we just hugged. Finally I pulled away and laughed, letting all my stress out of me at once. I hadn't even realized I'd been so worried, my stomach such a tight knot, until I saw her. "Oh, my God, you're alive!" I exclaimed. She nodded, her black bangs falling into her eyes. "Yeah, so are you! I was so worried!" she replies. "Where were you?" "The cafeteria," I tell her. "Mrs. Estrelle was attacked, so we ran outside. Then that wasn't safe, so we came here." Her eyes widen. "So what they've been saying is true? It's the zombie apocalypse!?" Piper has been looking forward to the zombie apocalypse since before we became friends, but now that it's here I doubt she's as excited as she thought. Her green eyes sparkled though, and she looked ready to kill. "I haven't seen any of these zombies yet, but our teacher told us to come up here and hide, so here we are!" She looked disappointed. "Trust me," I assured her. "You don't want to see these things." I looked around the dimly-lit library at everyone there. Ronan had slouched down into a chair by one of the computers, and Saskia was hugging Avery, her best friend, by one of the bookshelves. There was also a boy, Justin Talon, slumped over by the window and looking oddly bored considering our situation. There was Celestia Polanski and Epona Swan, two girls I recognized from some of my classes, but there really wasn't a lot of people there. This lead me to wonder just how many of our classmates were already dead.

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................................ Chapter 2 Titled planning ................................ Now we're all standing around the library, looking at each other, hoping someone will come up with a plan. No one seems to have any ideas about what we should do, so we just lapse into an awkward silence. Avery and Saskia are crying silently and holding onto each other. Justin remains by the window, looking out at what appears to be a group of the crazies mauling a couple poor students. No emotion crosses his face; he doesn't seem bothered by the scene at all. Epona is sitting in the chair where the librarian usually sits to check out books, spinning back and forth as she stares absently into space. Celestia holds her stomach and stares at the floor, looking like she might throw up all over the place at any second. Piper is sitting at one of the tables, the hood of her red jacket pulled up over her raven-black hair, drumming her fingers on the tabletop. Ronan is the only one who seems to be keeping himself under control, taking slow, deep breaths and looking thoughtful. Finally he says, "We can't stay up here forever. This is a nice hiding place, but we need to find more people. We can't be the only survivors; there were hundreds of other kids out there in that parking lot. There are others here, we just have to find them. Group up. Think of a way out of here." "I should call my parents," Epona says, shaking herself out of her trance. "They're probably worried about me." From what I know about Epona, she's from a rich family, all prim and proper. She never seems to reflect that though, considering the fact that she doesn't show up in modest dresses and ribbons. Instead she wears clothes like most other kids, and is most often the type to break the rules which I figure is a result of having strict parents. Still, I envy her for having a reliable home life. My dad is never home, always off on his "business trips" that he barely conceals as affairs and my mom is always drunk so she can deal with the knowledge that her husband is on the brink of leaving her. Epona slides off her chair and pulls her phone from her jeans pocket, dialing her parents number. We all wait nervously for what news her parents will give us but the conversation never starts.

continued Instead she looks around at us all with tears in her eyes and says, "It went straight to voicemail. It didn't even ring." Piper pulls her phone from her pocket and dials a number. She puts the phone to her ear and a few moments later says, "Yeah, it's the same. Just my mom's voicemail." "So the phones don't work?" Ronan asks, almost disbelievingly. "How can that be?" Avery moves away from Saskia only slightly and asks, "So if anyone tries to call us, will we even know? Or will they just get voicemail, too?" Ronan shakes his head grimly. "I have no idea. But until we have that figured out, we need to find more people." He scans the group of us with a frown. "I'll take a couple of you with me. Some of us should stay here, but from now on no one goes anywhere alone, got it?" He rakes us all with a stern scowl before listing off who he's decided to take. "Justin, Chassity, Piper, you can come with me. The rest of you stay here, and don't go anywhere." Justin looks almost annoyed at being chosen to come along, but he doesn't protest. He drags himself away from the window and follows us to the staircase. Part of me is terrified at leaving the room, but I know I'll never be satisfied waiting for Ronan to come back with other survivors. "We'll need weapons," I point out. "If we're attacked we shouldn't be defenseless." Ronan nods. "I'm sure we can find something. We'll go down the staircase by the art room, go past the computer labs and check in the gym. There might be some baseball bats and hockey sticks over there." We could get to the gym faster if we went down the library's staircase, but I figure he wants to check in on his mom's room, so I don't object. Instead we all nod and follow him. We move as silently as possible, and it's eerie how quickly the school cleared out. Some of the students must have made a run for the town instead of going inside. At least I hope it's not this empty because that many people died. The floor at the bottom of the staircase it splattered with blood, and by the one exit there's a chunk of something that looks oddly like a human hand. I have to close my eyes and breathe deeply for several moments to keep from barfing all over the steps. Ronan leads us over to the doorway of his mom's classroom and he looks in. At first it looks perfectly normal inside, until my eyes land on the windows. Most of the glass has been knocked out of the frames, though a few shards still stick out like chipped teeth. He crosses the floor to the other side of the room, the view blocked by rows of computers. He checks down every row, and my stomach twists in sympathy of what I know he's bound to find soon.

continued As he reaches the last row, he lets out a choked sound of grief and falls to his knees. I can't see what he's holding, but he's cradling something in his lap as tears flow in tiny cascades down his cheeks. Tentatively, I go forward and slowly come up beside him. What I see is horrific, but I fight back the urge to cry or puke. Instead I kneel down beside him and gently take his mother's cold hand. She looks almost like she had before, her brown curls as tight and bouncy as ever, and her nails still the same perfection as ever. But her eyes are glazed over and staring blankly at the ceiling, and there's a gaping hole in her stomach. Ronan doesn't seem to care or even notice the blood seeping into his clothes. Slowly, I reach out and close his mother's eyes. "When all this settles down," I murmur, not taking my eyes off her. "when all this calms down, we should bury her." He only nods silently. I get up and leave him alone for a moment, figuring that's what he needs most. Piper's crying silently, just a few teardrops on her cheeks. "I didn't think..." she whispers and then trails off. For a while her and I just stand and watch Ronan while Justin wanders around the hallway behind us. Then I hear something coming from the closet, a faint rustling sound. I nod my head towards the door, silently asking if Piper heard it too. She nods and together we slowly approach the wooden door. Exchanging a glance to make sure we're both ready, I fling the door open, fully expecting one of the crazies to come stumbling out and attack. Instead I find a girl curled up on the floor, her hands over her ears and her eyes squeezed tightly shut. "Who are you?" Piper demands. The girl looks up at us with scared blue eyes. "You mean... you aren't one of those monsters?" she asks in a trembling voice. "No, of course not," Piper says impatiently, rolling her eyes. "Do we look like cannibals to you?" The girl shakes her head though she stays where she is. "Who are you?" I repeat, and the girl refuses to meet my gaze. "I'm Rhiannon," she tells me. "We have geometry together." A glimmer of recognition flickers in my mind. The shy girl that never raises her hand. I remember her vaguely. "How did you guys survive?" she asks, almost in awe. "Everyone I saw was killed. How did you get out alive?" Piper looks even more annoyed. "Probably the same way you did," she tells her and turns to me. "Well, Ronan wanted us to find more survivors. Here's one." Ronan has stood from where he was crouching and comes to see who we're looking at. "Hey," he says kindly, smiling at her. His tears are gone, and he's back to his normal self. "Want to come with us?" She nods, looking terrified still, but a little more brave. "Will I be safe with you guys?" I smile at her and help her up. "I can't promise that, but you'll be better off than you would be alone."

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................................ Chapter 3 titled the school................................ Eventually we have to leave Mrs. Beckham's room behind and continue on our scout of the school. The second computer lab is completely empty, though when we look out the window we see several crazies wandering around the parking lots, climbing on cars and chasing any students that step outside in hopes of escaping. We've all agreed that it's best to stay inside the building for now. Instead we creep down a small flight of stairs, past the library stairway, and over to the gym. Ronan leads the way, motioning for us to stand behind him while he looks in to see if there are an crazies in there. We all hold our breath, waiting for him to cry out, but instead he motions us on and we let out audible sighs of relief. In the gym our footsteps echo, so we have to be even more quiet. Ronan beelines for the sports equipment and we all feel much better when he begins to pass around weapons. Or what will have to serve as weapons. All we have are some baseball bats, lacrosse nets, hockey sticks, and tennis rackets. We take as much as we can carry so we can arm the others still in the library. I grip my baseball bat and imagine using it to break it over one of the crazies' skulls. The thought makes me cringe. I hope I don't have to use it. Ronan decided we should check the locker rooms, just to see if anyone's hiding in them. He takes Justin with him to the guys' room, while Piper, Rhiannon and I check out the girls' room. Piper leads the way, Rhiannon right behind her, and I stay in the back, keeping an eye out for any crazies who try to sneak up behind us. I feel very odd holding my baseball bat as a weapon, trying to look threatening when I'm probably anything but. Piper and Rhiannon head over to the stalls, checking around to make sure no one's hiding in the bathrooms or the showers. I pause, hearing a clacking sound over by the door leading outside. When you open the door, there's a hallway that ends in a door to the outside, and then from there you can walk to the football field. It sounds like someone's in the hallway. Slowly, I move toward the door, thinking it seems like a likely hiding place for someone trying to keep from the crazies. Tentatively, I turn the doorknob and push the door open, hanging back in the doorway as I scan the hall.

continued It's dimly lit, very eerie and spooky, but I can't miss the crazy in the middle of the floor, crouching down over a body, ripping out it's stomach and raising the bloody organ to its mouth. For a moment the world seems to come to a complete stop and I can't think or even breathe. Then the world begins to move again and I scream, terrified. The crazy turns when it hears me - I don't recognize it as anybody in the school, which is a good thing, though I have to wonder how he got here - and with a groan he begins to lurch towards me. I back away, holding the baseball bat in front of me. My heart pounds so loudly I can hear it, I can feel it hammering against my ribcage, and I swing the bat weakly, missing badly. "Chassity!" Piper yells, and I can hear her footsteps on the linoleum floor, but by the time she gets here she'll be too late. I'm going to have to hurt it myself. Closing my eyes, I charge toward it and swing blindly in the general area of its stomach. I expect it to double over, stagger, back off. Instead if jerks a little to the left and keeps coming. I open my eyes and hit again, to no avail. Then I hear Piper yell, "AIM FOR HIS HEAD!" Taking a deep breath, I let out a cry of mostly fear and swing at its head. There's a loud CRACK of impact, and then my bat sinks in to its skull as if it was nothing more than mush. I don't think that feeling will ever go away, but when I see the crazy begin to fall, I hit again and this time I think it dies. I'm panting when Piper joins me, looking at the crazy with apprehension. "Oh, my God, are you okay?" she demands, looking me over worriedly. "It didn't bite you, did it? Or scratch you?" I shake my head. She lets out a deep sigh of relief. Then she swats me on the shoulder and looks me over scornfully. "Come on, Chassity, you know better. Always aim for the head!" Her words don't really sink in though. They just seem like background noise. "I just killed a person," I mumble, staring vaguely at the dead body before me. "I killed it." There's a creaking of a door opening, and a girl - I think she's a freshman - comes out of one of the bathroom stalls with a look of fear. "That's no person," she says shakily, and I can visibly see her trembling. "They're monsters. They're not humans, not anymore. They died, and they've come back to life." Piper smacks my arm again. "Told you! They're zombies!" Rhiannon steps forward from where she was standing by the lockers, her eyes wide and petrified. "Who are you?" she asks, holding her hockey stick tightly. The girl brushes her short dark hair out of her eyes. It looks kind of... fluffy.

continued There's no other way to describe it; the ends are uneven like she cut it herself, and when she brushes it out of her face she reveals the piercings on her lip and on the bridge of her nose. "I'm Alice," she tells us tentatively. "Alice Delia." "And I'm Hanna Riley," says another voice, and a second girl comes out of a stall. This girl - Hanna - has very blue hair. In fact blue must be her favorite color because her eyes are a bright shade of blue that can only be from contacts and her hair is several shades of blue dye. Even her nails are painted turquoise. With so much color, I never would've thought she'd be shy, but she comes out looking like she's ready to bolt at any second. "We came here to hide." I step forward, curious. "How did you know they died? I mean, how can they come back at all? When a person dies... they're dead. That's all there is to it." Alice looks at me with terrified green eyes. "We've seen it," and a shadow of obvious scarred-for-life crosses her gaze. "Our friend, Harmony, she was caught by those monsters, they ate part of her, and then she came back to life and tried to eat us. We barely got away." Though Piper seems to know exactly what's going on, I just can't wrap my head around the idea. "But how is that possible? The dead coming back to life? How?" Hanna shrugs. "You can only truly kill them by hitting them over the head hard enough. I think it has to do with their brains. Once you've damaged the brain, you're safe... from that monster anyway." I shake my head, trying to understand what they're saying. "I just... I don't get it." Piper looks at me like I'm an idiot. "It's what I've been saying all along: they're zombies, and they're coming for us. They zombie apocalypse is here, and it's time to fight!" Sometimes her eagerness for this is a little off-putting. "We should go meet up with the guys," Rhiannon suggests quietly. "There might be more monsters where that first one came from. We should go." Piper and I nod and turn to Hanna and Alice. "Do you wanna come with us? We're trying to collect survivors, and the more we have the better off we are. You'll be safer with us." Alice looks thoughtful, but Hanna doesn't even stop to consider. "YES!" she exclaims. "We'll die on our own!" Alice looks like she'd like to argue, but seems to change her mind. "I think that's a good idea," she agrees. Rhiannon speaks gently to them. "Do you know of any other people who might have survived?" Alice and Hanna exchange a look of pure sadness and shake their heads. "Only our friend Felicity, and I don't where she went. When Harmony attacked, she got separated from us." Piper smiles wanly. "We should go rejoin Ronan and Justin," she says and we head back up the stairs to the gym. When we get back there Ronan and Justin are waiting for us, as well as a boy I recognize as Gabriel Paddock from my science class. A nervous boy who hardly speaks in class, only volunteering answers when the teacher calls on him involuntarily. "We found a couple people," Piper says in a low voice, bringing Alice and Hanna forward. "Meet Alice and Hanna." Ronan smiles at them, but it doesn't meet his saddened eyes. "Hello," he says somewhat distantly. "This is Gabe, but you probably already know that." Even now Gabriel is looking down at the floor, letting his brown hair fall into his eyes so we don't see his face. He doesn't seem unfriendly really, just shy. "Hi," he mumbles. "Should we get back then?" Justin asks irritably. "I'm tired of wandering around this place." Ronan shoots him a look but he agrees. "Yeah, we'll break for now and check again later for more people. We haven't checked out the whole school yet, but we will later." He glares at Justin one last time before leading us out again.

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................................chapter 4 titled the library................................ When we get back to the library, Avery and Saskia have a friend with them that somehow managed to find them. His name is Damien, another sophomore. He has dark black hair, vaguely messy, and black-framed glasses that make him look kind of nerdy. Hanna and Alice, the youngest in the room, just sit together at one of the tables, clasping their hands together and bowing their heads as they stare at the tabletop with scarred-looking eyes. Epona, her hair now pulled back into a loose pony- tail, sits with them and gazes out the window. Gabriel is sitting on the carpeted floor, his legs spread in front of him and crossed at the ankles, looking down at his lap. Celestia, apparently one of his friends, crouches beside him, tracing patterns on the librarian's desk. Justin has reclaimed his perch by the window where he stares out boredly, as if this is just all below him. I'm sitting in the librarian's chair, spinning it back and forth while Piper stands behind me, browsing through the books as if this is just an average day. I know she's just trying to take her mind off of the recent freaky events, but it's nice to have some form of sanity amongst all this. Rhiannon hasn't left my side since we found her. Ronan is in the one corner, mostly concealed by some bookshelves. By the slight shaking of his shoulders, I can tell he's crying silently and it tears at my heart to know that one of my best friends is so hurt right now. But there's nothing I can do to help but leave him on his own for now. I know the last thing he wants is for people to see him cry, and know how broken he feels. I drum my fingers on the desk, and for a long time that's the only sound. When the clock on the wall says two and a half hours have gone by since the first zombie attack, Ronan suddenly comes out from his hiding spot, his eyes not the least bit red or puffy (I take this as a sign that he stayed back there just long enough for the red to fade away) and he says, "We really need to do something. We can't just sit here for the rest of our lives."

continued "I'm hungry," Rhiannon agrees, looking a little anxious to have said anything at all. Damien looks up and nods, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose. "Yeah, we really need to get some food, and then we have to get out of here. There has to be better places to go. And we need to find our families." Avery nods frantically. "I need to find my brother. He was here today, but I haven't seen him since the attacks. I don't know where he is, he might be dead!" Ronan nods. "These are all good reason why we need to go. We need to find a better place to hide out. This library won't be secure for long." Gabriel looks around at us and narrows his eyes. "Wait, you guys know that social studies classroom, for the tenth graders?" he asks, tilting his head. "Yeah," Ronan replies for the rest of us, looking at Gabriel with confusion. "You're not going to suggest we hide out there. That little staircase leading up to it won't keep the zombies away." Gabriel shakes his head. "No, but think about it. That classroom was an auditorium converted into a classroom. Underneath is the old locker rooms, with a toilet and lockers and a door that can be locked. Plus, if we need to get outside, there's windows." Ronan's eyes light up in excitement. "Yes! That's perfect!" He spins around and looks at all of us with a stern look. "Okay, this time no one is left behind. We're all going to leave this room and head to the social studies classroom. From there we can pick up more people along the way and then get to safety. Are we ready?" Since none of us really had anything to carry to begin with, we just take up our weapons, the few that we have, and slip out in a clumsy group to the staircase. The group of us wander out into the hallway and look around, where I notice something I didn't before. The concrete in front of the school's entrance is smeared with blood, and the whole parking lot is swarming with... well, the zombies. They wander around, bumping into cars, acting brain-dead, like any zombie you'd see in a horror film. Then something horrific happens that I know will haunt my dreams for the rest of my life. A person runs past, in the distance, armed with nothing but a single knife, and a look of panic on his face. When he sees the swarm in front of the school he suddenly changes direction and comes charging towards the swarm yelling, "Hey! Hey! Get away from there, you sickos!" Instantly I know this won't end well, but I'm frozen to the spot as the zombies turn to face him and stumble in his direction. At first, when he meets them, he manages to take out a few by stabbing them in the head, making dark red blood splatter everywhere and my stomach lurches. One zombie latches on to the guys arm and he kicks out violently at it, knocking it away. But while he's distracted, one zombie manages to get close to him and sink its teeth into the poor man's stomach. The man screams and drops to his knees, letting the knife fall from his hand as the zombies overpower him. Soon we can't see him anymore with all the zombies in front of him, but his screams are still audible as they rip away at him.

continued "Oh, my God!" I gasp, my legs unfreezing. I try to run to the front door, with the crazy thought of saving him the only thing on my mind, a scream rising in my throat. Before it can pass my lips, Ronan knocks me to the ground, knocking the breath out of me. Breathing heavily, I look up at him and meet his glare levelly. After watching me for a few moments his gaze softens and he shakes his head. "Chassity, I know you're trying to help, but there's nothing we can do. If you scream, you'll draw them in here, and they'll break down the glass to get to us. If you run out there you'll kill yourself. Stay here, and worry only about survival." I blow some hair out of my eyes before slowly standing again, feeling shaky, the sight of the man's blood replaying in my mind over and over until it's hard to think of anything else. "How can you adjust so easily?" I accuse him, gripping my baseball bat so hard my knuckles turn white. "How can you just watch that man die without any sense of regret? Don't you want to help him at all? Maybe we can treat his wounds..." Ronan sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Of course I want to help him, Chassity, but there's nothing left to help." He points, and when I look out the windows again I see that the zombies have left him already and gone back to wandering aimlessly, nothing but several red splotches on the sidewalk proof of the struggle. I gasp and close my eyes. Ronan's hand brushes my shoulder. "I know it's hard, but I just wanted you to be safe. Don't just go running out there, okay?" I nod and turn my head away from the windows, knowing now that I shouldn't look outside. Ronan smiles weakly at me. "And I'm not adjusted just yet. I'm... I'm coping." He says nothing more when he turns back to the rest of our group, looking on with traumatized gazes. "Come on," he mutters. When we continue, we pass the office and I can't help but push the doors open to see what happened in there. As soon as I see the blood staining the wall and seeping into the carpet, I know it can only get worse, but still I push the door open wider until it catches on something on the floor. I try to shove it open, but it won't budge. Gabriel holds the door while I slip inside to see what it's caught on, and I have to clamp my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming out loud. Justin and Ronan slip in next, both of them wanting to see what has me horrified. Justin only scowls while Ronan cringes and looks away. The announcer woman with the nasally voice is there on the ground, her stomach ripped out and her eyes staring sightlessly at the ceiling. Her head is split open, and blood still oozes from her wounds and onto the floor. She's covered in bite marks. "I wonder what's behind the desk," Justin whispers, moving away to look. His blank expression tells me nothing, but I assume there's nothing interesting back there. Piper comes in next, and explores the copy room where it seems only a few stray drops of blood managed to get in. Avery and Damien check the Principal's and Vice Principal's offices, and Rhiannon, Alice, and Hanna look in the nurse's office.

continued When Alice and Hanna let out exclamations, I turn on instinct and begin to run in their direction, forgetting Ronan's instructions to focus only on survival. There's just something in me that emphasizes on helping others. I burst into the nurse's office, panting, only to find that their cries were in joy and not fear. Rhiannon lingers awkwardly in the doorway while Hanna and Alice hug someone who I can't see. "Who is it?" I murmur, almost afraid to speak too loudly. Hanna pulls away with a wide grin. "It's Felicity! We found her!" she exclaims, obviously without the same fear of being too noisy. "She's alive!" Felicity tries to smile, but winces in pain. "I don't know for how long though," she says with a grimace. "My arm..." she holds her arm out to me and I see what has her so worried. Near her elbow is a bite mark, deep, almost to the bone. The sight is sickening, and I have to turn away before I barf all over her. "It really hurts..." she moans, covering it again. "I came here to get bandages, but I need to get to a hospital, I know I do, it's too bad for just bandages, but I can't get out of here..." Tears slip down her cheeks and I know she's going to die. We can't get her out of here, and she's right, she needs more than a few stitches and a Band-Aid. Piper sticks her head in and immediately her face turns to sadness. "Felicity..." she whispers, and drops to her knees. "What?" I demand. "She's bit...." Piper mumbles, squeezing her eyes shut. "If this is like the zombie apocalypse... she's going to turn. She's been bit and she's going to turn and we'll have to kill her... and... ohhh..." Ronan follows more slowly and stand sin the doorway. "What's going on?" he asks, his face a mask of stone. Piper turns her tear- filled eyes to Ronan, but I can barely think. I just feel numb with this news. Piper speaks for me. "It's Felicity. She's... she's been bit." "So?" Ronan asks, seemingly unconcerned. "We can just patch her up and she'll be fine, right? Why do you all look so somber?" Piper gives him a pointed look and his face falls in understanding. "Ronan, there's nothing we can do," she murmurs, tears threatening to fall. I watch them in distress. Felicity looks terrified. "What? What does this mean?" she asks, her eyes darting back and forth between us. "Something's wrong with me, right? I've been infected with something. It's like all the movies." "No," Alice says firmly, flashing a glare a Piper and Ronan. "This isn't a movie, and you're going to be fine. You're not infected with anything. You're just wounded, and we can fix that." I frown at her, crossing my arms over my chest. "Avery, even if she wasn't infected she would still bleed out," I point out timidly. Hanna glares at me and stands in front of Felicity. "No, we won't let that happen. We'll just wrap it in some towels or something. It'll be fine. We'll wait for the people out there to calm down, someone will be by to rescue us, and then we can get her some help." "She doesn't have long," Piper snaps, shaking out of her sickened state. "She's dying as we speak." She points past Hanna at Felicity, who's visibly getting paler and losing blood profusely. "We have to do something now. Standing here and arguing won't do anything." "Oh, good God, do I have to do everything?" comes a recognizable, gruff voice from behind Ronan. Justin shoves past Ronan and me, a baseball bat clutched in his hand. Hanna and Alice step up to try and block him, but he sweeps them aside with one arm and raises the bat with the other. Felicity's eyes widen in fear, but she's too weak to react. "No!" Hanna yells, hurling herself at Justin to stop him, but he only shoves her back again and brings the bat down on Felicity's skull. There's a sickening crunch as the wood breaks through, and blood splatters over everyone. Alice crouches down on the floor and tangles her fingers in her hair. Hanna is sobbing and screaming, and Piper is struggling to restrain her. I'm watching in total disgust, mostly at the fact that Justin was able to do something so heartless with no emotion and without a bit of hesitation. Even now there's no regret in his eyes. He raises the bat again, and I realize what he plans to do. "No!" I shriek, not bothering to worry about the noise I'm making. "No! Don't!" I jump up and fling myself at Justin, catching him off-guard and flinging him to the ground. He glares at me, but the bat's been knocked from his hands and he has no weapon now. But he's still stronger than me, so he tosses me aside easily. "What are you doing? Are you stupid? I have to put her down!" Justin snaps at me. I wipe splattered drops of Felicity's blood away from my face and glower back at him. "She's dead. You killed her. You don't have to do anymore." Justin scoffs. "I have to be sure. I have to know she won't come back." Ronan steps in, putting his hand up to stop Justin. I see he's grabbed the bat so Justin can't reclaim it. "Justin, she's dead. Leave her." Hanna's crouched over Felicity's lifeless body, holding her and bawling. "How could you?" she screams. "How could you do this? You're a freak, you're a monster! You're worse than all those things! You don't realize how awful you are! We could've saved her! We could've helped! What's wrong with you?" Piper pulls her up and turns her away from Felicity. "Hanna, calm down. It had to be done. She was going to die. Would you rather she'd suffered longer?" Hanna shoves away from her. "I would rather she hadn't gone through that. That was cruel. She didn't get any say in it." She shakes her head and helps Alice to her feet. "No, I'm sorry. I'd rather take my chances than be in a group with him." She nods at Justin to indicate he's the one she wants nothing to do with. "Either he goes or we go." She gives us a defiant look, but Alice looks more afraid and scarred than ready to fight. Rhiannon, still leaning against the wall (and who's been covering her eyes through the whole fiasco) now timidly speaks up. "If I may add some advice here, I would suggest we help the ones we can trust." Her eyes dart around the room anxiously, and when her gaze flits to Justin I detect the distrust and foreboding she feels for him. Justin scowls at us all. "Fine," he says, raking us all with his fiercest glare. "I don't need a single one of you. I can get along fine on my own. But I'll still be here." He stalks away from us, ripping his baseball bat away from Ronan's grip before storming out of the office and back into the halls. I have to agree with Rhiannon. I'd rather keep the people who didn't attack a wounded girl before she'd even had her own say in her fate. But I can't help but get a bad feeling at his warning that he'll still be here.

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.................. Chapter 5 titled going on ....................... After that our group doesn't talk much. For a moment we just stand around and stare at each other, not sure what to do. It's not like we can clean up this blood, and it's not like it matters either. Then faint sobs - coming from Alice - break the silence, starting out weak and timid and then becoming full sobs. Hanna wraps her arms around her and they both cry into each others shoulders for a few moments. Eventually Ronan steps forward, retrieving a hockey stick from the floor. "We have to go on. This area's clear, so we might as well keep moving." There's not much else to do, so we all just nod and begin to follow him. No one says anything, though this time it's not just out of cautiousness. What do you say when you've just seen someone brutally murdered? I walk beside Piper, each of us clutching baseball bats and looking around alertly in case more infected freaks attack us. And to keep a look out for Justin. He must be unstable to do something like that so easily. I try to think back to nay classes I've ever had with him. Now that I think about it, he was always a little morbid but I just thought that was some weird interest he had like a lot of teenage boys. He was very introverted, and he spent a lot of time doodling in his notebooks, things like skulls or blood or things like that. Like I said, I never really thought much of that. Now we know just how messed up he is. In a tight group, we creep out of the office, ignoring the freaks out the window and the blood spattering the floor. A few of the freaks have pressed themselves against the glass and are pounding weakly with their bloody fists, but I keep my gaze turned away from them, choosing to pretend they're not there. Soon we're farther down the hallway and the windows are behind us. We begin to pass classrooms and I wonder if we should check them out, but Ronan keeps going, a determined look on his face like there's something he's after, though I don't know what. Piper tugs my hand and I turn to look at her. She's frowning at me silently, and she nods her head to one of the classrooms. A silent message. Do you want to check it out? Do you want to sneak away? It's risky, but we could find more people, we could find something useful. I nod my assent and we slip away from the group unnoticed and go in the classroom. We pull the door behind us, not quite latching it in case we need to get out quickly. Over by the wall there are windows - of course - and there's several freaks wandering around the parking lot, but not near as many as there were out front. I feel a little better, though not by much. "I'll check the teacher's desk, you check the closet," I whisper to Piper and she nods. We split up and I drop behind the teacher's desk, immediately noticing a paper sack on the floor. I open it slowly, trying to keep it from crumpling to much. I reach in and find the teacher's leftovers from lunch. An empty container that probably held a sandwich or something, a half- empty bottle of water, and an unopened bag of potato chips. Not much, but it's something. I stuff it all back in the bag and decide to take it with me.

continued ........ Then I turn to the teacher's desk and rifle through some of the drawers. Pencils, pens, tape, a stapler. Seriously? Nothing useful? A pair of scissors. Now that could be good for something. I stick them in my pocket, figuring I might find a use for them later. Then I come across a drawer that's locked. I tug on it, and the whole desk wobbles but the drawer doesn't budge. Piper glances over and we share a confused look. She reaches to her hear and produces a hair pin. She unbends it and leans down to stick it in the lock. After a little maneuvering the lock clicks and we pull the drawer open. Our eyes widen and we exchange a shocked look before I reach in and take it out. A gun. Why would a teacher have a gun? The weight is heavy in my hand, completely foreign to me. My Dad always talked about teaching me to shoot, but he never got around to actually doing it. Instead, it was Piper's dad that had taught her to shoot. I'd never had a chance to go along with them though. I quickly handed the gun to her and she eyed it eagerly. She checks for ammo and shows me that the chamber is full of bullets. Unfortunately, that's all the ammo we have. She frowns, looking at the drawer from the outside, then from the inside. She reaches down, hooking her fingers around the bottom and lifting it. A false bottom. Smart. A couple boxes of ammo are stored there, which Piper scoops up and dumps into a cloth bag she found in the closet. "Why do you think they had it?" I whisper, pointing to the gun. Piper frowns. "I'm not sure. Do you think they were planning on hurting someone?" I shake my head. "There's no way they could've smuggled it in..." Then it strikes me and I can't believe we didn't realize it before. "Remember that shooting a few years ago, though?" Her eyes widen as she comes to the same conclusion as me. "You think all the teachers had them? For protection in case it ever happened here?" I nod, unable to think of any other reason. "I'm certain. Don't you remember back in seventh grade?" That was the year when the shooting had happened at that other middle school. "In homeroom some kids went through the teacher's desk drawers and when the teacher caught them he was furious."

continued "We weren't supposed to ever know about the weapons in case we got any ideas," Piper guesses, and I'm pretty sure she's right. The shooting had been started by a couple kids who came in to school with guns and went on a rage, killing a lot of other students and a couple teachers. It was tragic. We stand, closing the drawer again. Piper slips the gun into her pants where she can get it quickly if she needs to. "Did you find anything in the closet?" I ask. She shakes her head with a frown. "Not much. Some soda, but if looks flat. I can't imagine why they'd have soda, but who knows? Oh, and some breath mints," she says, holding out a small container of mints. I can't help but let out a shaky laugh. Ridiculous in our current situation, but I can't help it. It's not even that funny. "What?" Piper asks, arching an eyebrow at me. "What's so funny?" Shaking my head I say, "Soda. Mints. Sounds like a really bad science experiment." Even she giggles a little. We leave the soda and take the mints. So a gun, scissors, and mints. And the half-eaten lunch. That's what we have to show for our exploration. Better than nothing, though. "Ready to go?" Piper asks, and I nod. We turn to the door, and start to leave the classroom when a growl sounds from the hallway. One of the freaks - looking a little like the geometry teacher - is wandering around and now that she's seen us she's coming after us. She makes a gurgling sound in her throat. Excited by the thought of an easy meal, she begins to chew her lower lip and to my disgust she chews it away entirely and eats it. Gagging, I grab Piper's hand and we stumble back into the classroom. The door doesn't stand much in the way of the freak. She breaks the glass and comes crawling through, pieces of glass catching on her clothes and into her stomach. Her stomach rips open and she lays there, half-in-half-out of the room. It would be comical if it weren't so disturbing. Her weight leaning in makes the door swing open, and her head bounces off the wall. She remains there, unable to get herself unstuck no matter which way she tries. But we're not safe. Another freak follows, stumbling in through the now open door. Piper shrieks, grossed out and terrified. In our haste to get away from the freaks, we dropped our bats by the door, and now the freak is blocking our way. I grab Piper's hand and pull her behind the teacher's desk with me, hoping it'll at least stand in the freak's way. It just turns and drags itself in our direction, flopping over the desk. I have an idea as I watch the pencils rolling over the desk. My hands shaking, I grab one and hold it up at the freak. Its eyes watch me uncomprehendingly, and its mouth opens and closes as if it can bite me from this distance. With a shriek, I pull my arm back and then slam my hand toward it, stabbing the pencil right into the freak's eye. It lets out a yell of pain and rolls back a little, though it won't stop it for long. These things are practically superhuman in the way they resist pain. "Piper!" I scream, trying to get her attention. I need her to finish him off. The pencil didn't go far enough to hurt its brain. She drops to the floor, sliding over to where the bats lay. She grabs one in her fists and holds it threateningly. The freak doesn't even look her way as it stands again and comes for me, the pencil still sticking out from its eye socket which is now oozing red and black. With a grunt of effort, Piper swings the bat as hard as she can and suddenly the freak's head flies off away from me to the other side of the room. The body drops, and when I look down at myself I'm spattered with specks of blood. Gross. But not as bad as being eaten. Over on the floor, the head is practically mush, crushed at the impact. I suppose she could've shot the freak, but why waste the ammo? I rush over to Piper and we hug each other. "Thank God!" I exclaim, my heart pounding in my ears. "You killed it!" She gasps, catching her breath. "You stabbed it first," she points out. "What's going on? What happened to you guys?" comes Ronan's voice, pounding in from the hallway. He takes one look around the room, specifically at the living freak still stuck in the door and the headless body slumped on the floor. "Why are you guys in here?" Piper and I step away from each other and recollect our bats and the new things we found. "We came to look for supplies. And survivors," she explains, giving him a defiant look. "You should've said something before wandering off," he snaps, glaring at both of us. I'm not fooled. He's angry because he was worried. He already lost his mom today, and he could've lost his best friends. I feel bad, but we had to look. "You're right," I relent, "But we knew you wouldn't have let us. Plus, we found some stuff." Piper shows him the gun, and his eyes bug out. "How did you-?" She waves him off. "We'll explain later. For now we better just get out of here." He nods and we go back into the hallway where the group is waiting for us. I'd say they stayed right where we left them, but a quick glance shows that they've found more stuff too. "We've been hitting lockers," Ronan explains. "It's not easy to get in anyone's but your own, but if you fight hard enough you can break some others open." He flips a pocket knife in his hand a couple times before slipping it into his pocket. From the way he looks at it before dropping it in his pocket, I'd guess that it's his, though I've never seen him with it before. The school doesn't allow knives. "You guys should check your lockers for things we can use," Ronan advises it, and, nodding, I head for her my own locker. Piper's is right across the hall from mine. I find my bag and find my things. My iPod. Definitely taking it. It may not be essential, but who cares? My phone, in case they start working again. Some candy bars. A pack of gum. Pencils (apparently they are good for something). A bottled water. My pocket knife. I decide to just take the whole bag with me to save me from having to carry it all. Then I grab my sweatshirt from the hook and slip it on. I close my locker and Piper appears with her own bag. She shows me what she has. Matches, a knife, a flashlight, batteries, her phone, non-perishable snacks. It's like she knew this would happen. Then I remember how she always planned for this, and realize she had this stashed in her locker for a while just waiting for this to happen. Oh, I'm so glad I have such weird friendst.

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chapter 6 titled safe place From there it doesn't take us long to reach the history classroom. Before we go down into what the teacher had always jokingly called "the dungeon" we scope out the classroom for any more supplies. As Piper had guessed, there was another gun in one of the drawers, along with more ammo in a false bottom. She hands this one to Ronan, and promises me that when this all calms down she'll teach me to shoot herself. Then she cheerily adds, "Or my Dad of course, since he knows more than me." Trying to act like everything was fine, though we both know there's a possibility he's dead. I, on the other hand, am not too worried about my parents since they haven't acted like parents... well ever. I'm mostly worried about where I would go if they were gone. It sounds horrible, but it's true. We don't find much else, except some more scissors. No real useful supplies. So we creep down into the dungeon area and look around. Yes, definitely an old locker room. It smells of old sweat, and of course you can see the old lockers. Off to one side is a very filthy looking bathroom with a sink and a toilet. I go over and turn the handle on the sink. No water. Lovely. I have to wonder if it's because the bathroom's old, or if the water's been shut off the building. Or both. Ronan's shoving his stuff into one of the lockers, apparently deciding we'll be here for a while anyway. Following his lead, we all pick a locker and toss our stuff in. I'd explore the area, but it's honestly not that big. Two rows of lockers, and behind the last one there's old exercise mats and football gear. No sports equipment that could be used as weapons. Can't we get any good luck? The floor is hard concrete and by the wall are a couple windows overlooking the front of the school. Less freaks than earlier. Interesting. Avery and Saskia drop down immediately, sitting on the hard concrete and leaning on each other. Saskia's usually beautiful blue hair is now ruffled and standing out at weird angles. Rhiannon leans up against the wall, looking around tiredly. Damien crouches next to Avery and whispers something to her. She still looks anxious, and I would bet anything she's still worried about her brother. He's somewhere in this building, but we don't know where. Alice and Hanna lean back on some lockers as they sit, their hands clasped as they stare into space. Gabriel, Celestia and Epona wander around aimlessly. And then there's me and Piper, watching Ronan pace as we stand with our arms crossed. Now that we've reached our goal, we don't know what to do. "Okay," Ronan says after a while, taking control. "We have our safe place. This will be our meeting place if we ever have to split up." "Too bad Justin knows where it is," Rhiannon pipes up, frowning. "I mean, he was there when we made the plan. No matter where he is, he knows where we are and we don't know anything about his situation." Ronan scowls at the thought, and Epona throws in, "Well that means he could be dead for all we know, you know? Maybe he got attacked." I hate to say it's a nice thought, but with now unstable he is I would be fine with his death. But I don't think he'll be going down very easily.

continued "Well, besides that," Piper says, shifting her weight. "We can't stay here forever. We only have a little bit of food, and we need to eat. We're going to have to get more supplies." Gabriel nods and says, "We can check the kitchen for food." Celestia makes a face. "School food." We all grimace in agreement to her statement. "There's probably not much there, but it's a start," Ronan says. Piper frowns at him. "But what about after that? We can't stay here forever, and I don't just mean this room. We have to get out of this school, find our families, get batter supplies. Don't you see?" He gives her a sad look. "I know, I know. You're right. But it's not that simple. For now, let's just worry about food. We can discuss that later, okay?" Piper doesn't look very happy about it, but she grudgingly agrees. Ronan takes control again, speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. "Okay, we're going to need to go out and look for food. Not everyone needs to go. So let's get a small group and go." "I'll go," I offer immediately. There's no way I'm hanging around here while they're out doing something. Ronan shoots me a look. "As long as you stay with us this time," he mutters, and I glare at him, though I don't argue. It was a stupid move on my part, but still. Avery wants to go so she can look for her brother, and then Damien volunteers. Piper wants to go too, but to keep the group small Ronan tells her to stay here to keep watch in case Justin or more freaks show up. We all grab some bags to carry stuff in, and our weapons and then we head out. So now back the way we came. Past the classrooms, past the office and the front windows. And back to the cafeteria. There's Mrs. Estrelle, laying on the ground, staring up sightlessly at the ceiling. Her head's ripped open, like someone stabbed her through the skull, and most of her body has been ripped apart. The janitor lays near her, face-down, a hole through his head too. It's disturbing. Blood splatters everything, making the whole room smell of gore. A few limbs litter the ground, under the tables, surrounded by splats of red. Students who didn't escape in time. Avery doubles over and throws up. I don't know what to do, but Damien covers it, rubbing her back and murmuring something to her. Ronan and I keep going, slipping into the kitchen. He quickly hops the counter and I climb after him - damn, why do I have to be so short? - and go for the silverware area. Tell me they have a knife or something. They only let us eat with plastic forks, but surely they'd have a knife to cook with? Well, if they did they're gone. Other kids must've raided the silverware since it's pretty sparse.

continued Cursing, I begin to check the refrigerators for food. Leftover salads from lunch, along with some wraps and hoagies. "Hey, Ronan!" I call, tossing him a hoagie. He eats these for lunch almost every day. He laughs and places it in his bag. "Thanks." There are racks and racks of different chips, which we scoop into our bags. Damien and Avery join us again, grabbing bottled waters and a few milk cartons. They'll spoil more quickly out of the fridge, but we'll just have to drink them first. "What do you think? Should we take ice cream?" Damien jokes, looking in the ice cream cooler. Avery takes some kind of fudge pop and looks at it. "They'll melt soon anyway..." she mutters, offering him a small smile. So we take the ice cream. Other than that we can only find chicken nuggets and some nasty looking pasta. We put the chicken nuggets in a plastic bag and toss them in with our other stuff, but we leave the pasta. We're about to leave again, when we hear a noise coming from the cafeteria. We all freeze, looking at each other in panic. Then we hear their voices and sigh in relief, realizing they're not the freaks. "Hey! Is anyone in there?" comes the voice. My first thought is: Idiot, do you want everyone to know where you are? But Avery's face brightens and she goes running out of the kitchen, laughing her head off. "Tobias!" she squeals, throwing her arms around him. Her brother. I look out to see what's going on. Tobias is smiling at her, tucking a knife into his back pocket. Beside Tobias is a couple other guys, who I assume are his friends. "Oh, thank God it's you," he says, grinning. "I was afraid something happened to you." She shakes her head. "I'm fine. I'm with my friends." She motions back to the kitchen towards us. "But what about you?" He looks over at his friends. "I'm fine. I've just been looking around with Orion and Mark, trying to find other people. So far no luck." "Well, you found us and we have a whole group back in the dungeon." "Dungeon?" "You'll see. Come on, we're going back now." Only before we get back we hear the screams. We break into a run, hurrying to find out what's happened to our friends. Outside the dungeon and classroom entirely, Celestia and Epona are facing three freaks - one teacher, and two who look like students. Epona's already got a huge bite taken from her arm, which she cradles as she cries. Before we can do anything to help them, one of the student freaks lunges forward and rips at Celestia's face. She wails, but the freak bites her throat out and after that there's nothing we can do. She's dead. Still, the freak continues to eat her face, splattering himself and Epona with red. Ronan throws himself forward, trying to kill the freaks, lifting his hockey stick to club it on the head. The end actually sticks in the freak's head and he has to tug really hard to get in unstuck. The freak drops to the ground, taking Celestia with him. Tobias, Orion, and I try to surround the freaks that are after Epona. From the corner of my eye I see Damien trying to shield Avery, to my relief. She doesn't seem like the fighting type. Tobias lifts his leg and kicks one of the freaks, spinning it in my direction. Raising my bat, I swing and wince at the crack of the impact on its skull before warm, black blood specks my arms and shirt. Making a face, I try to rub the spots off my arm, unwilling to have any part of the freaks on my skin. But one of them remains, and it's closing in on Epona. She's sobbing, trying to stop the blood from oozing out of her arm, but the freak grabs a hold of her and sinks his teeth into her neck. She screams in pain, and Ronan uses the hockey stick to plunge into its head. It goes limp and slumps to the floor, Epona still shuddering by the door to the classroom. "Kill me," she splutters, tears slipping down her cheeks. She falls to her knees, groaning as her neck wound rips open even more. She shrieks in pain, pawing at her neck. "Don't let me turn into one of them. KILL ME!" Piper comes running out of the dungeon and up the stairs to meet us. "I told them not to go! I told them it was dangerous! What-?" And then her eyes fall on Celestia's half- eaten body and Epona curled up on the floor. "Oh, no..." she mutters, squeezing her eyes shut. Epona looks at Ronan with pleading eyes. "Please..." she murmurs, tears spilling over her cheeks. "I want you to. Please." With a pained expression, Ronan pulls the gun from his pants and holds it out at Epona, the barrel turned to her forehead. "Are you sure?" he asks, and I almost see tears in his own eyes, though he doesn't let them fall. She nods, leaning her forehead toward the gun. "Please. I don't want to live a life of fear. And now that I'm bit.. I'm going to die and turn anyway. I don't want to be one of those. I don't want to eat my friends." Each word she says is punctuated but a groan and her neck makes a convulsing motion as it leaks blood. She's getting paler, losing too much blood. "Just do it." She closes her eyes and whispers under her breath, like a prayer, or maybe her last words to her family. And then the bullet enters her head.

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****chapter 7 titled living a nightmare**** As Epona slumps over, Ronan turns his head and shoves the gun back into his pants. The echo of the shot is still lingering in the air. I think I will cry. I should cry. But I don't. Why don't I? Why don't I feel even the beginning of tears? Ronan looks like he wishes he'd been the one to get shot, refusing to look at Epona's body. And I know he's thinking about killing a living person. He had no choice, and it was what she wanted, but he'd had to kill her and I doubt he'll ever forgive himself. Then he turns to Piper. "I left you in charge! How could this happen?" She looks bewildered, as if even she doesn't know. "I can't tell them what to do, Ronan, and neither can you. We may be a group, but this is still their lives. They said they wanted to go immediately and find their families. I told them it was dangerous, I told them it wasn't right, but they left alone when my back was turned. It was their choice, and I couldn't stop them, even if I had wanted to." Ronan's pacing back and forth, very agitatedly. "And now they're dead. You should've told them to stay." "I did!" Piper yells, defending herself even though I know she blames herself too. I can see it in her eyes. She looks as pained as Ronan. "You act like I gave them goody bags and waved them off. 'Goodbye, don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!' I tried, but you can't control these people. They made their decision, and this is what happened. I didn't force them." He takes a few deep breaths, trying to calm down. After a few moments he nods and looks at Piper. "You're right. You're right. It's not your fault. Let's... let's just go back inside, okay? Rest up, eat. We'll figure out what to do later." We all nod and follow him into the dungeon. Damien has to coax Avery to move, holding her hand and murmuring to her, convincing her it's safe. Her eyes look distant as she cries, not entirely focused on him. Tobias joins them, helping Damien to get her inside. I wrap my arm around Piper's shoulders comfortingly. It wasn't her fault what happened, and I don't want her to feel like it is. I offer her a sad smile as we follow Ronan, Orion and Mark into the dungeon. "I hope things worked out better for you guys than it did here," she mutters. I reach into my bag and hand her a wrap. "Eat. You need to rest. You look dead on your feet." She looks me over with a frown. "You're one to talk. Look at you!" We offer up some small giggles and then sit together by the wall, eating wraps and passing out food to everyone else. We share a bag of Doritos and a bottle of water. As we're all settled down, almost asleep (with Ronan sitting as watch) my phone starts to buzz. Like, actually buzz.

*******continued***** I jerk await and grab my phone from my pocket. Before picking up I see the number on the screen. Dad. I answer and press the phone to my ear. The action jolts Piper from her sleep and she looks at me questioningly. "Dad? Dad?" I say into the phone. "Chassity?" he asks, and I hear a lot of static. "Are you there, sweetie?" Sweetie? My Dad hasn't called me Sweetie... since I was very little. "It's me, Dad. Where are you? Where's Mom? Are you okay?" I guess I really am worried about them. They are my only family after all. He sounds urgent, desperate. "I'm at home. I've been trying to reach you for hours, but something's wrong with the phones... I have to hurry. Where are you?" "I'm at school. I'm with Piper and Ronan and a bunch of others. We're safe." "Good, good. Your mother... your mother's gone, Chassity. I- I don't know how else to say this. I came home from work, and... these people... these things... they were eating her. I shot them, and I tried to call 911 but the phone wasn't working, and I couldn't find you." My stomach drops. Mom's gone? I always thought when you lost a parent it would hurt more. But I feel numb. Maybe it's just all the tragedy from today and it doesn't sink it. Or maybe it's just that she's been gone for so long, always distant and drunk, that this doesn't seem like much of a stretch. I finished mourning a while ago. "Chassity... Chassity, have you seen the news?" I shake my had before remembering he can't see me. "No, we haven't been around any TVs." "It's some kind of disease. Spreading like crazy. Bites, scratches, ingesting their blood. You'll become like one of the, so be careful." I know what he means without asking. One of the freaks. "Dad, are you okay? What are we going to do? What is the government doing?" I have so many questions. "I'm fine, sweetie. I'm fine. I'm on my way now. I'm going to get you and we're going to find some place to hide out until this is over. Okay? Okay." "But isn't anyone doing anything?" I ask, squeezing my phone until my knuckles turn white. "Chassity, the government's gone. It's fallen, closed down. Whatever. There's no one left." There's no one left. I almost drop the phone. No government? Nothing? How can it be? "Chassity, don't you worry. I'll be there soon, okay? I'll get you and your friends and we're going to get out of here. Stay safe. I love you."

********continued******* "I love you too. Stay safe." And then the line goes dead. By now everyone's awake, looking to me for news. "It was my Dad," I say, though they've probably guessed that. "He's coming now. He's going to get us and find somewhere safe for all of us." Looks of relief and happiness spread over everyone's faces. We're going to be okay. "Did he say anything else?" Piper asks hopefully. I shiver, though I'm not cold. "He said... He said the government is gone. Everything has crashed." At that everyone falls completely silent, unsure what to make of it. No back up. No one to save us. We're looking after ourselves. Ronan shrugs. "We should've figured it out sooner anyway. Think about it. Have you seen anyone coming near here? Any helicopters, jets, anything? No, there's been nothing." He's right. But I guess we all still kind of hoped... Piper puts her hand on my arm. "What about your...?" She doesn't finish the sentence. The look on my face must give it away. She rests her head on my shoulder and doesn't say anymore. I'm grateful. I don't want to talk right now. After that we all try to sleep. I can't. I'm too wired. Dad's coming. Dad's coming. Dad's coming. Soon I'll be safe. I notice that Ronan's still awake nearby, resting his head on the wall and staring at the door. "Are you okay?" I ask in a low whisper. Slowly, he turns his face to me, and even in the dark I can see the watering in his eyes, shimmering. "I don't know." I reach over and squeeze his hand comfortingly before pulling away again. "It's not your fault. You had to do it, you know." He nods, not looking very convinced, and stares at his lap. "I couldn't save them. I couldn't save Felicity, or Celestia. And Epona... I killed her." "No, you didn't," I say. "Not really. Those freaks bit her, and you had to do what you did to keep her from turning. So she would stay herself. I don't think that's murder." He frowns. "I know, but... I keep seeing that moment over and over in my mind. I keep seeing her... It hurts so much, Chassity." A lot has happened today. He lost his mom, he watched three people die. Then it strikes me that that pretty much sums up my day too. "It's not your fault," I repeat. "None of this is your fault. We're going to be okay. You'll see." I don't know what else to say. How do you comfort someone when they've lost their mom? "You should sleep," I say. "You've had a long day, and you look exhausted." He nods. "Only if you do too." So I do. Dad never comes.

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Thanks for the mention @youngfellow

Ah wonder how it ends

qoverment qone khe?

.....chapter 8 titled in action....... [color =red][b]We wait most of the day for my Dad to come. For him to pull up in the parking lot in his truck. Or to walk up. Or whatever. But he never does. I sit in a corner, staring off at a cobweb and wonder why he hasn't come. I refuse to face the truth. Either he never planned to, or he died trying. No one talks to me. No one bothers me. I'm glad. I don't know how many hours goes by before Ronan, Tobias and Mark appear with a TV. They wheel it down the steps, careful not to drop it, and then set it on the floor, plugging it into the wall. It's old, way old. But they turn it on and start flipping through channels. My first thought is that they're trying to find something to take our minds off of what's going on, but when they stop on a news channel, I realize they're looking for more information. When they reach the channel, a reporter is trying to explain the disease. "Bacteria is transmitted through blood or saliva, when one of the... infected... bites another person. After that, the bitten person will suffer from a fever, hallucinations, vomiting, loss of appetite, and then death. Time ranges from a few minutes to several hours, but it seems that the heart of one of the infected will reactivate itself and they will come back to life. Almost human again." She says it all with terror in her eyes, though her voice sounds calm and cool. "This is an amazing scientific discovery-" as if scientists just found it, "and there are currently scientists everywhere trying to create a cure. It's as if a horror story has come to life. We suggest that you lock your doors and don't go outside for anything or you risk being bitten. If you or someone you know has been bitten, call the number at the bottom of the screen. Until something can be done, you or whoever was bitten should stay isolated from anyone else." That's where Ronan mutes it. "This is bull crap. They're not telling us anything!" "At least someone's finding a cure," Alice offers up. Piper rolls her eyes. "A cure? Really? There's no cure for the living dead, and you heard her. That's basically what this is. Zombies. Take everything you've ever read or seen on TV seriously, folks, because it's all coming to life."[/b][/color]

continued [color =green][b] "Shut up, Piper. We don't need your jokes right now," Ronan snaps. "I wasn't joking," she shoots back. "This is serious." They look ready to rip each other's throats out. Tension's high, and I can tell they're not really angry with each other, though that's where they're directing their anger. They're tired of being stuck here. Tobias steps in. "Calm down," he says, standing between them. "This isn't the answer. We need to think. Work out what we're going to do." He glances my way and I shift, sinking closer to the wall. "How are people still working for a cure if the government's shut down?" Hanna asks. Tobias shrugs. "Without the government, scientists still have their brains. And now there's no one to stop them from coming up with crazy experiments, I guess." "Here's what I want to know," Saskia adds. "How did this start?" The news reporter didn't seem to know, either. None of us do[/b][/color]

continued [color =blue][b] "It doesn't matter," Ronan says after a long silence. "All that matters is that we're dealing with it now. We can wonder about that later. For now, let's just stay here a little longer. There's something I want to do before we go." "What?" Piper asks. "I'll explain in a second, but I want Chassity to come with us." He looks over at me, understanding in his eyes. "If you don't mind." I shake my head and stand slowly. "I don't mind." So we leave the dungeon, leaving Tobias in charge. This time Ronan gives strict instructions for no one to leave the dungeon while we're gone. Then he closes the door behind us and we start to walk down the hall. "Where are we going?" Piper demands. Ronan takes a deep breath and lets it out shakily. We pass Epona and Celestia's bodies, though we all make a point of not looking. "I want to bury my Mom. But I want you guys with me. Please?" When he looks at us with such pleading eyes, I can't say no. I wouldn't have said no anyway. We both agree and follow him to his Mom's classroom. As we near the room, he slows and we match his pace. He closes his eyes and takes a deep, fortifying breath before stepping inside and taking slow steps towards his Mom's body. Only it's not there. "Where is she?" Ronan asks, his voice choked with panic. "Where could she have gone? Someone must've taken her!" His voice becomes louder and more panicked with every word. The only thing on the ground where she had been is a red smear of her blood, and then a small trail of it leading to the doorway. But soon even it disappears. Frantically I think back to yesterday when we found her. Had she been hit in the head? I don't think so. She was wounded in the stomach. Not the head. And if Piper's zombie stories are correct, her brain was still in tact and therefore his mom was still alive. Sort of. And now she's wandering the school. To my disgust, Piper leans down and wipes her fingers over the blood smears on the floor. "It's dried." She wipes her hand off on her jeans. As if that makes it better. "We have to find her," Ronan gasps. "What if Justin took her somewhere? What if he's done something with her?" I doubt it. "What would Justin gain from stealing a dead body?" I point out, placing my hand on his shoulder. I can feel the tension in his shoulders, and he trembles beneath my hand. "Ronan, you know-" "No! No, I don't know! It's not true! She's not one of those-!" And that's when we hear it. The moan. The drag of a limp. A disturbing squishing sound. We all spin around and there she is. Standing in the doorway, blocking our only escape[/b][/color] J

continued [color =brown][b] Her hair's as bouncy and curly as ever. Her nail's still perfect, like when we found her before. Except for a few spots of blood. But the most disturbing difference is her stomach, ripped open and spilling her intestines all over herself. They dangle out of her and swing from side to side, some dropping to the floor, the source of the gross squishing noise. And she doesn't even seem to notice. She focuses on Piper instead, and begins to stumble towards her, her arms reaching out to grab her and her mouth opening in a growl. She spits blood strings out of her mouth that dribble down her chin, and Piper shrieks as she backs onto one of the tables. She's trying to climb over the computers to get away, but it's not an easy task, and Mrs. Beckham isn't concerned about anything but her meal. "Mom!" Ronan yells, fumbling for his gun. "Stop it! Don't!" But she doesn't listen. She just keeps crashing after Piper. There's nothing I can do this far away from them. But Ronan... He pulls the gun and trains it on his mom's head. "Mom, you can't do this. I can't let you. I'm so sorry." He holds the gun there for a while, trained on the back of her head, his hand trembling. Then he closes his eyes and pulls the trigger and Mrs. Beckham topples over. The crack of the gun rings in my ears. And then my mouth opens in a silent scream of alarm as Ronan drops to the ground too. He's not injured. I kneel beside him to see what's wrong, but he's not hurt. Not physically. But he's curled into a fetal position, pushing the gun away from him. "Take it from me," he gasps, tears squeezing out from between his eyes. "I don't want it." I realize he means the gun, so I pull it away from him and tuck it into my own belt, though I have no idea how to use it. "I can't take this. I can't keep killing people. I can't do it." I don't know what to do. Not only has he lost his mom, he's had to kill her a second time. How do I begin to help him? Piper is standing from where she'd nearly died at Mrs. Beckham's hands, watching us with obvious surprise. She looks amazed to be alive. And then her eyes land on Ronan. I reach down and hold Ronan's hand. "You don't have to," I whisper. "You won't have to touch the gun again." He looks up at me with traumatized eyes. "Don't you get it? The gun isn't the whole point! Even without it I'll have to kill. I'll have to kill more freaks, I'll have to use that damned hockey stick. I'll watch people die. No matter what they'll still die, and I will still feel responsible." I take a deep breath. "Ronan, you can't blame yourself for every death. This is what's happening now. Death is going to happen. You can't stop that." "I can try." "But you won't always be able to save everyone. Just realize that, okay? You had to do it. She would've wanted you to." I don't know if it's the right thing to say, so I just stop talking. Piper joins us and we all crouch there, holding each other's hands and trying to push reality from our minds.[/b][/color]

continued [color =orange][b] After several minutes Ronan stands, wiping his eyes. "I'm done. I'm done crying. I can't keep doing this." He swallows hard and a look of determination crosses his face. "Okay. Okay. Now. We still need to bury her. I came to do that, and I'm still going to." So that's what we do.[/b][/color]

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Bury ya mother in dis circumstances u really like ya moda

Chai .... No govt ...wahala dey

*runs away* to scary meehn.. a situation where son had tu kill hz mama..its lil crazy :(

Hmmmmm.......pray yu leave diz dungeon safely

Oboy! Vhiz ain't easy at all. Ronan,u don't have to blame yaself jare. U did what u did to save ya friends life. Nex plx.

....................... Chapter 9 titled joseph greene.................. We can't wander far when we bury her. We stay near the school, actually just outside one entrance. It's still dangerous, so Piper stands beside us, wielding a baseball bat, in case some of the zombies might come at us while we're out here. It kind of sets the mood for everything off, but we don't have any other options. Even as we work, I stay alert and tense in case we're attacked. Ronan seems to distance himself from everything as we dig with our hands, trying to make a hole deep enough. It takes a long time, until my nails are caked with filth and my arms ache. Piper looks tired to circling around us and watching us for zombies, especially since none seem to be close enough to see or smell us. Finally, Ronan and I lower Mrs. Beckham's body into the hole. She's wrapped in some linens we found in the nurse's office to make carrying her easier (since she's got a hole in her middle...). Ronan climbs in the hole with her, lowering her down gently and so that he can say one last thing to her (I don't listen; that's between him and his mom). Then he climbs back out and we slowly brush the dirt back over her. Ronan sniffs a couple times, like he's fighting tears, but I don't see any. Soon we can't see her anymore, and still we pile more dirt on. I hate this. We shouldn't have to be doing this. She should be alive right now. We shouldn't be hiding from zombies. None of this is right. And then we hear, "Hey!" in a hushed voice. "Kids! Over here!" Piper spins around, holding the bat threateningly. Ronan and I whip our heads around to see who's calling for us, and we all relax when we see Mr. Greene - our old math teacher back in 7th grade - appear from some bushes. He looks like crap. His hair's messed up, and I think I see a bump on his head. He has bags under his eyes, and there's a terror in them that was never there before. Otherwise, he looks alive and uninjured, which is saying a lot. "What's going on?" he asks as he comes closer, his steps timid. Every few seconds his eyes dart around as if expecting attack, and he probably is. "All I know is an announcement came over the loud speakers at the middle school, my class started to panic, and then someone shoved me and I hit my head... and then I woke up and everyone was gone. Except for them. And I've seen enough horror movies to know to stay away from anyone who looks like that." He's pointing to the zombies milling around the school, stumbling over each other. One that's crawling on the ground reaches another one's leg and starts eating it. Disgusting. "From what I can tell, it's the zombie apocalypse, come at last," Piper says, swinging the bat through her fingertips like a baton. "How did you survive?"

continuation Mr. Greene shrugs. "I guess when I hit my head I was knocked unconscious for a while. I fell behind my desk, and that must've kept me from being seen by anyone. But the whole school's empty down there, save for a few blood smears. No one's left." The middle school's just next door to here. It sounds like they were hit worse though. That could've been us. He looks really shaken, and I don't blame him. I mean, how would you like to wake up and discover that everyone's dead? For all he knew, he wouldn't find anyone up here either and he'd be utterly alone. I remember him mentioning back when I had his class that he had a wife and kids. I wonder if he's heard from them at all. "What about your family?" I ask hopefully. "Have you heard anything from them?" He shakes his head worriedly. "No, nothing. But.... my wife would've been up here when it happened." That's right, his wife's a biology teacher up here... I'm pretty sure I haven't seen her, and that classroom was one of the bloodiest ones... "We haven't seen her, but she could have escaped," Ronan offers up hopefully, though the look she gives the half-filled hole says he doesn't believe his own words. "I wonder where my kids..." Mr. Greene starts to say, but then he thinks better of it and shakes his head, like he's pushing away the thought. "Who's that?" he asks, motioning to the body. Ronan swallows hard and looks away. When he doesn't answer, I pipe up, "Um, Mrs. Beckham..." Mr. Greene looks at him sympathetically and puts a hand on his shoulder, which he then shrugs off. Mr. Green turns to me. "So, what about you guys? Any news from anyone else?" I shudder and close my eyes. "Well, we couldn't get a hole of anyone at first. Every call kept going to voicemail. But then... last night... my Dad called me, said he was going to come get us all... But he hasn't." I struggle to swallow, my throat seeming to close on me. Who knew I would get so emotional? I mean, I never cared before. Maybe it's the knowledge that I'm kind of alone in the world now, at least when it comes to family.

continued Heaving a sigh, I say, "But we do have a group inside. Just students though. You're the first non-zombified teacher we've met so far," I tell him. "You could join us if you want." He rubs the lump on his head thoughtfully and winces. "Well, I wouldn't mind finding somewhere to rest since my whole head aches. And the more of us we have the better, right?" "Right this way, Mr. Greene," Piper says, holding the door open for him. He chuckles, a strange sound at a time like this. "Please, I don't think we need formal titles at this point. Call me Joseph."

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@youngfellow whats happening to "agents and mission" i really miss dorothy marksmam .. and also remember elections is today, vote for @promzy

Nice..interesting

wow it been long finally I am up to date

.............chapter 10 titled new help.............. We put off leaving until the next day, when Joseph's had time to sleep and eat (including some half-melted ice cream). We've decided that whether or not my Dad comes to take us away, we're getting out of here. We can't stay in the school forever. And with an adult with us, we have some kind of help. He seems like the most logical person to take control as well, since Ronan's basically receded into himself since we buried his mom. He doesn't talk as much, he barely eats or sleeps, and he just sits in a corner and stares into space. Much like me after I found out my Mom died and Dad wasn't coming. As Joseph sits on the floor, his legs spread in front of him, using some chalk to draw on the cement floor, he says, "I think, before we go anywhere, we should hit the grocery store across the street. You know, to get supplies?" He draws a terribly wiggly line and a couple boxes to symbolize the school and the store. Everyone leans in to see the plan. "We can't just walk over, though. We need to hijack one of the school buses. I'll drive since the buses are harder to maneuver. Some of you will stay on the bus - we need someone to open and close the door for us - while I take a group in with me to grab as much stuff as possible." "Sounds like a plan," Piper says enthusiastically. "Who're you going to take with you?" I can tell she longs to be in the group, and he laughs. His eyes scan all of us around him, and his eyes seem to darken a bit, like he realizes that by doing this he's putting a lot of us in danger. But none of us are against him. He can't help that this happened, and nothing will be achieved if we sit by and let him do all the work. His eyes dart over all of us, and - though this may be my imagination- seem to linger on me for a split second before moving on again. "I'll take... you, Piper," he smiles at her and she looks relieved, "Chassity, Tobias, Damien and Saskia." I'm relieved that he didn't pick Ronan. He's too out of it right now to do much good. He needs time to cope and mourn. He doesn't even really seem to be listening to the plan. "When do we go?" Tobias asks, glancing at his sister. "Now," Joseph says, pulling himself to his feet. Rhiannon quickly follows him, looking confused. "Wait, where do we go after the grocery run?" He frowns for a second before saying, "We'll figure that out on the road. It's not like we're going to really escape these zombies anyway." That's how we end up piling into one of the school buses with our few belongings and heading out to the store, running over zombies as we go. A couple try to climb the bus, but none can hold on at the speed we're going. And a few end of smeared on the windows and windshield.

continued We pull up as close to the store as we can, and those of us in the group going in clutch our weapons (but not all of them since we have to leave some for the bus group to protect themselves). Joseph pulls up to the curb, and turns to Rhiannon. "Okay, I want you to stay up front here and watch for us to come back. When we do, just push this lever here and it'll open the doors. Once we're out, just close these doors behind us and don't open them again until you see us. Okay?" She nods, and he gathers us around him, making sure he's got everyone with him. And then he opens the door. We run into the store quickly, before any zombies can spot us. But that doesn't protect us from the zombies inside the store. Inexperienced Joseph looks horrified at the sight before us, but Piper jumps into the fray instantly, sending her baseball bat through the head of the closest one. With a quick cry of victory, she moves on to the next. "Spread out!" Joseph orders us. "Meet right here in fifteen minutes!" I run off, figuring we'll be better off with non- perishable foods than things like frozen meat or milk. Without much thought, I grab some paper bags from the check-out counters and head for the junk food. I know, not exactly healthy for the apocalypse, but they'll last longer. Potato chips, cookies, whatever I can find I stuff in the bags. I wander through the store a little - it's already been picked over a lot by people taking advantage of not having to pay as they look for supplies. I find Damien with the bottled water, and since we need as much as we can get I stuff some extra in my bags too. By then it's time for us to meet with Joseph and the others, but when we turn back we're faced with a small group of zombies. Surprised, I let out a shrill scream before grabbing my baseball bat. Dropping the bags, I move at one of the zombies and swing as hard as I can. I make a face as the bat sinks into its head and sends splatters of blood all over me and the floor, bright red against white tile. Damien's fighting one of the others, using his lacrosse stick to whack at it until its jaw snaps off and hits the floor. Without thinking, I kick it away from it, as if it can still be used. It leaves a bloody trail on the floor, just something for one of us to slip on.

continued Only two more zombies remain, and I use my bat to bash one in the head a couple times, until it's nothing more than a lump of mush. It's disgusting, and I have to dodge to make sure the dead body doesn't fall on me as it drops. Damien's facing off with the last one, but it turns out the lacrosse net isn't the perfect weapon. He keeps hitting it, but it's not enough to take off its head or at least spilt its skull open. Then, suddenly, Tobias appears, wielding a cooking knife, and he easily stabs the zombie in the head. Damien heaves a relieved sigh as the zombie falls away from him. "Thanks," he mutters, looking gratefully at Tobias. We recollect our bags as he says, "Let's get out of here." We break into a run to meet Joseph and the others in time. They're waiting for us, looking frantic at the fact that we've seemingly gone missing. "Where we you?" Joseph demands, his eyes panicked when they fall on me. "You're covered in blood!" "We had to fight off some freaks. We're okay, don't worry," I assure him. Then I glance out the window and see the freaks lined up against the bus, pressing their bodies up to the sides and weakly banging their palms against the glass. "We better go now." With that we burst out of the building, lugging bags that make us run awkwardly. Rhiannon watches us from the driver's seat, looking absolutely petrified. Her gaze keeps flicking to the freaks and back to us. I wonder what's taking her so long, and then finally she swings the doors open and we all go running up the stairs, one by one, until we're all in a seat. Some of the zombies try to follow us, but Rhiannon closes the door again immediately. It's still not quick enough, and one of the zombies ends up with a squished head as it gets caught in the doors. She makes a face as the brains ooze out and squirt onto her jeans. Then Joseph hops into the driver's seat, urging Rhiannon to go sit, and he pulls away from the store, once again running over more freaks, and we pull out of the parking lot. "Well," he says, glancing at us in the rearview mirror. "Where to now?"

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wow, stil following

@vict-vames @pharm-vickymears ... where to? make una go sambisa

@ele1 y na so na sambisa you fit tell them make them go it's not fair o

lets see hw it qoes

@youngfellow sambisa na d safest place in d world

Ride on @Youngfellow

Finally u guys escaped thode freaks jst look 4 a safe place or else una go get gas problem

Abi na petrol d bus dey use [b]cos petrol don cost o maybe dem no go even get d petrol[/b]

[color =pink][b]@ele1 it's like i'll deport you to sambisa forest since you said it's the safest place in the world[/b][/color]

Interesting

@youngfellow [color =red]no qualms,even if you you are going to deport me there, it should be in the year 2222[/color]

Still following

..................chapter11 titled camp................................ The place we end up in is not another building like I'd thought. Some kids in the group had grabbed some tents - actually a whole bunch; wouldn't surprise me if they'd taken the whole stock of them - and so Joseph decides we'd be better off camping out in the woods. It's really not all that far from our town, but he thinks there would probably be less zombies wandering around there, so we agree to try it. Now we're deep in the woods, in a cleared area, with nothing but a school bus as a getaway. Joseph uses the trees to our advantage, tying rope around them in a wide circle and hanging different miscellaneous objects from it to make noise and alert us of zombies. Then we set up our tents, which is so much harder than I thought. Piper and I are going to share one, and the whole time we work we manage to make nothing more than a heap. "I give up," Piper says, flopping down on the ground. "I'll sleep on the ground. I don't care. I am not making that tent." Joseph joins us, watching us with an amused expression. "Having a hard time, girls?" We nod in unison, and he sets to work fixing the mess we made. A quick glance tells me that he's already set up his own tent, but I think I vaguely remember him telling us he used to camp a lot as a kid when I had his class all those years ago. No wonder he's so good at it. "There you go," he says a couple minutes later, stepping back. Our tent is set up perfectly, and it took him barely any time at all. "Thank you so much," we say at the same time, unloading our belongings inside. I glance around our new camp, and spot Ronan nearby, making his own tent, which he will share with Tobias. He seems okay, concentrating on his work. Then a closer look shows me that he's not as okay as he looks. Tobias seems to be directing him to do everything, the only thing keeping him on his feet. And the look that I confused for concentration is actually vague and distant, not really comprehending any of the tasks he's taking care of. My heart wrenches. He's one of my best friends; I hate seeing him like this. I've never seen him like this. I jump when I feel something on my shoulder. Spinning around, I see it's just Joseph and his gaze has found Ronan as well. He grimaces. "He'll be okay. You'll see." He glances down at me and smiles. "It's natural for him to be a little out of it."

continued I sigh. "You don't know the half of it." He looks at me quizzically and I explain what happened with Celestia and Epona. I expect him to look horrified or something, but his grimace returns and that's it. "He's gone through a lot these past couple days. I would let him keep his distance, grieve for a while, and go to you when he's ready. You know?" he suggests, giving me a gentle look. I nod. It makes sense. "Want to come get something to eat?" I nod again and follow him to the center of the clearing. He clears the area and sends some kids out to collect firewood. It's slowly getting dark, and we need something to see by. He starts piling up rocks to keep the fire from spreading. When the others return with he firewood he shows me how to start a fire, though I'm pretty sure if I tried on my own I would fail epically. After that we pull out some food and try to cook some of it. Everyone gathers around the fire to make a dinner of beans and ramen noodles. I pick cheddar cheese ramen noodles, something I ate a lot over the years with my family. Well, I ate alone, but ramen noodles are cheap so we got them a lot and since I was fending for myself and I'm a pretty bad cook these were my best option. The familiarity of it is comforting. After the long day, I'm so ready for bed. But I stay up a little with everyone else, making small talk around the fire. Joseph tries to get me to join in, but I'm so tired... I must fall asleep, because the next thing I know I'm swinging and then I jerk awake. "Shh," comes the calming voice by my ear. Joseph? "Go back to sleep." He's carrying me? I'm so groggy, I don't know. The next thing I know he's laying me down and I recognize the tent he made up for me and Piper. "Thanks," I mumble. "No problem," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "Sweet dreams." Sweet dreams. I've never heard anyone actually say that. It's funny. But then I fall asleep, and I don't think about it anymore.

...................... Chapter 12 titled team work..................... The next day I feel much better. I wake up feeling refreshed and ready to do something. We have to assign chores to everyone throughout the day, and Piper and I are in charge of laundry. We all need to change into clean clothes that aren't filthy and splatted with blood. But first we need other clothes to change in to. While Piper and I scout for a stream to wash the clothes in, Joseph takes a group out to some of the nicer stores around here (ones that actually sell clothes) and grab some new clothes. Meanwhile, Gabriel tells us about a stream he saw last night while we was looking for firewood. Piper and I go looking for it, trying to slip through the undergrowth as quietly as we can so we don't draw in any freaks. "You know," Piper says thoughtfully after we walk in silence for a while. "I do wonder what happened to Justin. I mean, ever since... what he did to Felicity... he just disappeared. I was sure he'd start causing more trouble for us, but he just... left. I'm not convinced he won't show up again, though." I nod my agreement, scanning the area around us for danger. "Me neither. I'm sure we'll see more of him." We find the stream, and it's perfect. Wide enough and clear enough for us to actually wash clothes. With an excited cry, Piper jumps into the water and immediately starts scrubbing the dirt and grime from her skin. For a second I hesitate, but the thought of a bath is too tempting, and I jump in after her. The water's cold on my skin, amazing in the summer heat. I lean my head back and let it get wet, then splash water on my face. For the first time in days, I'm clean. I never thought it would feel so good. Piper slyly swats her hand through the water, spraying me with water droplets. Laughing, I return the favor and the next I thing I know we're in a full out battle, splashing water at each other and dodging the spray. This lasts a few minutes before Joseph suddenly comes bursting out of the trees, not looking very happy. "What are you doing?" he snaps, raking us with a glare. Piper and I stop, giving each other confused looks. I don't know what we're doing wrong, but I already feel guilty just seeing the pissed off look on Joseph's face.

continued "Washing up...?" Piper offers him with an awkward smile. Joseph rolls his eyes. "Oh, really?" he says condescendingly. "Because it looks to me like you're trying to attract every zombie in these woods." He scowls at us, and immediately I understand our mistake. Splashing water, squeals of laughter. We could've brought in any freak in a three-mile radius with the noise we were making. He motions for us to get out of the stream, and we do. I wring out my hair and try to get some of the water out of my shirt. Joseph watches me for a moment, and to my surprise I think I see his gaze flicking up and down my body. Um... I must be imagining it. He shakes his head and drops some clothes on the ground. "Here, fresh clothes. I'll be back with the clothes you can wash." He turns away and disappears into the trees again. Piper and I look at each other, afraid to make a sound. We turn away from each other and change clothes quickly. New, unholy jeans and a pale blue t-shirt. Clean clothes have never felt so lovely. Joseph returns with the load of clothes and unceremoniously drops them on the ground before leaving again. Piper and I glance at each other before crouching on the ground and silently working on the laundry. We beat the clothes with rocks - probably the worst way to try to do laundry, but the only way we have - and barely even glance at each other. Hours pass, and we're still trying to figure out how to clean clothes with rocks, and my arms ache. Suddenly, Joseph appears again. I half expect him to nag at us about taking so long, but his good mood has returned and he smiles at us knowingly. "Want some help?" he asks, before dropping to a crouch beside me and taking up a shirt. His knee bumps mine several times, but I don't think much of it. We finally finish the laundry, and I stand up with a relieved sigh, stretching my back to work the kink out of it. "Ah," I sigh, closing my eyes and turning my face to the slowly setting sun. It's going to be night soon and we're going to have to get back to camp. Joseph helps Piper pick up the clean clothes and then says, "Will you be okay to carry this all back? I want to have a word with Chassity..." Piper smiles and nods. "I'll be fine. Camp's not that far away! See you guys soon!"

continued Joseph watches her leave, not saying a word. When she's gone he turns to me and I give him a questioning look. "You wanted to talk to me?" He nods and motions farther out with his head. "We should probably collect some firewood." I follow him and he starts picking up dry pieces of wood and handing them to me. I still have to wonder what he wants to talk about, though I don't ask until we've finished and we're on our way back. "So what was it you wanted to talk about?" I ask, walking a few steps behind him. For a few more seconds he's silent, and I wonder if he'll ever get around to telling me. And then suddenly he spins around and grabs me by my upper arms. Surprised, I drop the fire wood and stumble back a few steps. "Joseph?" I mumble, perplexed by the look in his eyes. "What's wrong?" His eyes flare up with an emotion I've never seen before, something I can't identify. "I- It's wrong. I know it is. I only just lost my wife... But I can't deny that I've thought about this since I had you in class..." I still don't understand. "Joseph, what are you talking about? I don't understand-" He seems to be looking past me, not at me. "You came in late that day. The first day of school. You were new and didn't know where to find my classroom. You came in a few minutes late, alone, and ever since you've always stood out in my memory. You looked so beautiful..." "What are you talking about?" I ask, a little creeped out. I remember that day, how traumatized I felt at the time, but I'm far from beautiful. He's so much older than me. He's not supposed to find me attractive. Especially considering how young I was. "I've thought about you a lot, Chassity. I have for years." And then - to my complete surprise - he presses his mouth to mine, and for a second I'm so shocked I can't react at all. I stare at him, my eyes wide, as he kisses me desperately. And then somewhere it sinks in how horrible this is, and I shove him away. Still, I can't get ride of the feel of his beard on my cheeks, and how forcibly he kissed me... I feel so violated. "What are you doing?" I demand, taking several steps back. "I'm sixteen! And you're... you're... what, like thirty?" He looks at me like I'm throwing some little-kid tantrum. "Chassity, none of those rules apply anymore. Don't you realize? We can be together. There's nothing to stop us." My heart is pounding in my ears, telling me just how wrong this whole thing is. I never saw this coming. It's just so disturbing... "Except that I'm not interested. Mr. Greene-" He almost looks hurt. Almost. "But, Chassity, I love you. I've loved you since that day-" "No!" I interrupt him. "Do you hear yourself? I was thirteen! That was seventh grade! You sound like a pedophile." I begin to wonder if maybe that is exactly what he is

continued He looks genuinely offended, like the thought never crossed his mind. "A pedophile? Chassity, you have to admit that you looked much older than your actual age. Even now..." He trails off, and I'm glad because I don't want to hear the end of the sentence, though the look he's giving me tells me all I need to know. "Mr. Greene," Calling him Joseph just doesn't seem appropriate now. "You're not in love with me. You're upset about your wife. You feel bad. You're just trying to feel better in some way." His eyes blaze with anger. "Don't tell me what I'm feeling! I know what I'm feeling! And I'm not in mourning! I don't care about her! It's you that I love." He moves forward and grabs my forearms, pulling me closer to him. When I try to fight him, he squeezes harder and yanks me as close to him as he can. I cry out in pain at the feel of his fingers digging into my skin. "Stop!" I cry out, trying to twist out of his grasp or hit him or something. He's much stronger than I am, and I can't do any good. "Stop it!" He seems to realize he's hurting me and he lets me go. Without him holding me up, I stumble back and fall, but seconds later I regain my footing and back away from him, until my back presses up against a tree. After a few moments where the only sound is my heavy breathing, he says, "Fine. I'll give you more time. I guarantee you you'll agree eventually, but I'll wait." I can't believe this is happening. "And I expect you won't tell anyone about this." What happened to no rules against this, and no one to stop us? Creep. Some part of him must know it's wrong, or he wouldn't be trying to hide it. I don't know what to do. I can't stop him. I can't fight him. I can't do anything. So I just take deep breaths, calm my pounding heart, and recollect the wood that I dropped. Taking one last deep breath, I walk back to camp without him.

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Atlast mo de mo ti mon dde... Boda joosi e mo pe ti dagba ni... I expect Ronan to be the one doing this not him choi...

.................chapter 13....................... When I got back to camp last night I helped build the fire, but I sat as far away from Joseph as I could. I chose a spot between Rhiannon and Ronan. Ronan stared into the flame with a blank look in his eyes, and Rhiannon wasn't exactly feeling talkative. I was glad, because I couldn't help but fear that if I were to start talking to anybody I would let slip what happened in the woods and I didn't want that. Who knew what he'd do to me or whoever else then? Night fell pretty quickly after that, and I quietly slipped away to my tent to sleep. I wasn't feeling in the mood for talking with everyone. I couldn't sleep though, my thoughts constantly buzzing with wonder about what's going to happen now? How long until Joseph comes after me again? How long until he gets tired of me and either kills me, does something worse, or, worst of all, picks someone else to scar for life. My eyes stare off at the corner of the tent, alert for him coming by. Eventually, he does, and I notice his silhouette pause. My breath catches, and I prepare to pretend to be asleep, but then he moves on without coming in and I heave a sigh of relief. I hear him moving around in his own tent, and then he settles down and a few moments later his snoring starts. How comforting it had been before, knowing that the adult in our group was alive and okay. Now it just creeps me out. I mean, guys can fall asleep so fast anyway, but he doesn't seem concerned about what happened earlier at all. He's not tossing and turning, he just fell asleep. I don't fall asleep until long after Piper joins me. She also passes out instantly, but I'm still there, wide awake. Eventually, my exhaustion takes over and I let myself drift off. In the morning, I go out, sticking close to Piper. The last thing I want is for Joseph to come talk to me while I'm alone any more. So the best thing should be to hang around other people all day, so I'm never alone. Piper and I get assigned to finding more firewood. We wander off into the woods again, picking up wood as we go. I want so badly to tell her about what happened, but I don't. I can't risk it. I just can't. She doesn't comment on my silence, but she does attempt to make some kind of small talk with me. I'm grateful for the distraction, responding in short sentences when the time seems right. I think she just assumes that the reality of all this has finally hit me and I'm becoming depressed or something. Well, I'd rather let her think that than know the truth. I end up wandering off, lost in thought, as I pick up branches. It's mind-numbing work, something I can do easily even in this state. But with me not looking where I'm going, I soon reach a slope and then the next thing I know I've stepped in a snake hole and then I'm falling, falling, falling. Piper lets out a squeal from farther up the slope, "Chassity! Chassity! Are you okay?" I roll down the hill, dropping firewood as I go, until finally I come to a stop at the bottom. My hair and clothes are caked with mud and twigs, and I'll probably have a bruise, but I'm okay.

continued I stand, cursing to myself as I brush myself off and shout back, "I'm fine, Piper!" I start to climb the slope again, but a shout from Piper stops me in my tracks. "Chassity! Behind you!" I spin around and stumble backwards as I see the zombie right up close behind me. It reaches its hands out to me, its mouth hanging open and its tongue flapping, and it comes closer and closer. Shrieking, I fall back and the zombie stumbles on top of me. It buries its face in my side, trying to bite me. I try to grab it and push it away, but when my hands sink into its rotting skin and I feel the cold sensation of dead flesh, I jerk back and feel the urge to throw up. I'm completely convinced I'm about to die when the freak is suddenly ripped off of me. I look around, disoriented, expecting to find Piper killing the zombie. Instead I see a boy who I don't recognize, throwing the freak to the ground and stomping in on its head. I look around blearily, trying to find Piper. She's jogging down the slope, trying to get to us. I look back to the boy, intrigued and scared. He looks over at me and smiles. "Hey, careful. That could've ended badly." Grinning like its the most natural way to meet someone, he extends a hand to me. I shift away from him, not convinced that he's safe and get to my feet without his help. "Are you okay?" he asks. When I see him looking me over, I shrink back but then I realize he's looking for wounds. "I'm fine," I say a little too quickly. It's true though. I wasn't bit. I just look like crap because of the fall. I reach up to brush my tangled hair out of my face and then see the blood caked on my hands and I hide them behind my back. "I'd like to wash my hands though." He laughs, though I'm not joking. Even if I was, it was pretty lame. Now that I'm getting a closer look at him, I see he's probably a few years older than me, though not by much. He has dark brown curls of hair and hazel eyes. He's wearing a superman t-shirt - yes a SUPERMAN t-shirt - under a leather jacket. His jeans are ripped and filthy. He takes my forearm carefully, and I rip away from him and flash him a glare. "Don't touch me," I warn him, shying away. I don't want anyone to touch me at this point. He gives me a quizzical look. Then he breaks into a smile and says, "I'm sorry. I don't blame you for not wanting to walk off with a complete stranger. Call me Storm." "Is that your name?" "It is now." "Fair enough." "I'd shake your hand, but I don't want that crap on me. But you can trust me. I won't hurt you." By now Piper's joined us and she's looking between us cautiously. "I'll come with you, Chassity. It's not like you'll be alone." She says it like she's humoring a young child throwing a hissyfit. "Chassity? So the blonde one has a name," Storm says with a smile. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He leads us off to another stream and keeps his back to me, keeping watch and giving me privacy, as I wash up and work the dirt out of my hair and splash water on my face. When I'm done I leave the stream and shake myself like a dog to dry off. "You're okay. You can turn around now!" I call. It's not like it was a problem to begin with, I was still fully clothed. Storm turns around with that same smile, and saunters over confidently. How can be so... calm with the world like it is? "So what are you two girls doing alone with this world so shitty?" "We're not alone," Piper blurts out. "We have a group. Not far from here." "Piper!" I hiss. "We don't know if we can trust him!" Storm waves his hand in the air, brushing off my concern. "I don't plan on raiding your camp or anything. I have my own group." Piper bounces up and down on her heels. "Our groups could join each other! We have plenty of room for you guys!"

continued "Piper!" I snap. She ignores me. So does Storm. I don't want to share camp with this idiot, or anyone else he may have with him. I just don't trust him. I can't trust him. For all I know he could end up being like Joseph. I don't need to deal with more than one pedophile or perv or whatever. Even if Storm or whoever isn't after me, I don't want anyone else dealing with this kind of stress. But Storm and Piper are oblivious to my discomfort. "You know, that's not a bad idea," he says thoughtfully. "Joining together would strengthen our groups..." And so that's how we end up meeting up with his group. Rather small compared to ours. Just him and three other guys who he introduces to us as Inferno, Shadow and Thunder. "Do any of you go by your real names?" I ask irritatedly. Storm shrugs. "Not since the world crapped out on us." As we're walking back, I soon figure out why they take the nicknames they have. Thunder got his name - most likely - for his mega-deep voice that seems to carry. If he tried to sing, I have a feeling he'd sing really well, or if he'd get mad and scream you could hear it for miles. Inferno was probably named for his flaming red hair. And Shadow... well he just slips along without saying a word, basically shadowing our mini- group. When we reach our campsite, Storm and the others look around in wonder at the tents we have set up and the food cooking over a fire. Someone else must've been sent for firewood when we didn't come back. We only have a few branches with us since we dropped most of our load in the excitement. Joseph comes stalking towards us, eyes narrowed in suspicion, when he sees us. "Chassity! Piper! What's going on here?" Piper and I exchange a look of anxiety before facing him. "We found more survivors. We think it would be best if they joined our group," Piper says bravely. Joseph looks them over with a scowl. "We'll see." He motions us all over to the fire and Piper introduces the new guys to the group. I stay silent, preferring to blend in. Much to Joseph's obvious annoyance, the guys fit in easily with the group so when he tries to have us take a vote on whether or not to let them stay, it's basically unanimous. They stay. They set up tents around the fire with the rest of us and join us for dinner, bringing out their own supplies and mixing them in with ours. In no time it's like they've been with us all along. I still don't trust them. They can be as charming as they want, but I will never trust them. I hang back from the others, just watching everyone without really registering what's going on. I'm leaning up against a tree, lost in thought, when Storm appears suddenly and leans in close by my ear. "What? Don't you want to join in the fun?" I jump and pull away from him, hitting my shoulder against the tree. Right on one of my bruises. Wincing, I nonchalantly rub my shoulder and scowl at him. "Thanks for the heart attack. If you think it's so fun go back and leave me alone." Storm flashes me his most charming grin but I'm not falling for it. "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted you to join us. I mean, it's not right to let someone out of the festivities." "It's not festivities. It's dinner." "Right. And you haven't eaten." "I'm not hungry." "You will be." I feel un overwhelming urge to punch him, but I don't. I just stand there, pretending he's not there. It works for a while, and he just stands in silence, but then he grabs my hand and tries to pull me over. I jerk my hand away and give him a look that loosely translates to touch me and die. He backs off with his hands raised in surrender, but he's still smiling. "Come on. It can't be that bad. Are you always this anti-social." "Not 'til you guys showed up." "I'll pretend that you're just intimidated by our awesomeness. But you know, you shouldn't be. If I was a creep, I would've... done... stuff... back in the woods. I'm not going to do that. I didn't even watch you in the stream." "Why would you want to?" "You know. Pretty girl, washing up..." "What's so attractive about that? And while we're on the subject, what's so attractive about me? I mean, I had zombie guts all over me." He chuckles. "True, but under the grime and guts you are beautiful." Maybe he's being flirty or charming or just nice but I don't trust whatever it is. It has to be some kind of act. Something to get me to trust him so he can murder me and steal what we have, or just because he's like Joseph. "I don't believe that you think that." I refuse to look at him, but he's still there, and I can almost feel the smile radiating off him. "Okay, fine. Don't believe me. But I know what I'm thinking, and I'm thinking that I wish we were meeting someplace nice with music and a dance floor and minus the zombies so I could... you know, ask you to dance." Rolling my eyes, I finally can't take it anymore and I walk away, back to the fire to sit next to Ronan. He's still out of it, holding an open can completely full of beans. "You should eat. Don't waste it; you need to eat," I say, nudging his arm. He looks down as if just noticing the can and the spoon inside it. With a blank expression he raises the spoon to his mouth and seems to swallow without tasting it. Sighing, I accept a cup of ramen noodles from someone and eat, only talking to Piper and Rhiannon and occasionally to Ronan to convince him to feed himself. Eventually, Joseph walks by me on his way to his tent. "Have you thought about my offer?" he asks quietly, pausing. "No, the answer's still the same," I snap back, shooting him a glare. He doesn't look fazed. "Fine. You won't be able to keep this up forever, though."

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