Oh Bully, how I've missed thee XP I haven't poked around this fandom in a loooooong time , But I replayed the game and when I beat it again I was like HOMG I HAVE AN IDEA! And this was born ^_^ Just to clarify, this takes place after the game, when a new school year starts. Basically, Jimmy's second school year at Bullworth, as a Junior.

Okay, before we get to the fic, I want to lay down some stuff prior to you reading this, kay?

First off, this is a zombie fic, so obviously, there will be zombies. But also death. So, let's say your favorite character is Karen Johnson (she's not in this fic, BTW) and she appeared, but then is killed by a zombie. PLEASE realize that a character you may like might die here, so I've given you the warning. So don't sob to me or flame me if John Doe dies, okay?

Secondly, as I said, this is a zombie story, so there will be a fair amount of gore and violence. So also keep that in mind. I hope this doesn't distract you from the story, because that's not my intention.

Thirdly, this will have ships in it. I was born a shipper, I can't help it XP lols Anyways, all the ships contained in this story will be slash or femmeslash, so if that makes you uncomfortable or you don't like same sex ships, BE GONE! Ships are: Gary/Petey, Trent/Kirby and Beatrice/Mandy (my Bully OTP).

So now that I've gotten all that out of the way, to the fic :D

If there was one thing Peter "Petey" Kowalski was not expecting to wake up to, it was a half naked Gary Smith raiding his closet for clothes. But in fact, that's exactly what he woke up to. Gary was clad only in his black boxers, and Petey noticed there was a white uniform-looking outfit near his bed. Petey recognized it as the uniform patients wear at Happy Volts. Petey shuddered at the thought of someone like Gary escaping Happy Volts, and then shuddered a second time when thinking about why Gary was in his dorm room.

Petey racked his brain as to why Gary would return to Bullworth. What was the purpose? There was nothing for him here. Gary had been expelled after the headmaster, Dr. Crabblesnitch, had discovered that Gary was behind the school-wide brawl (which was now known as "Bullworth's Battle" all across America). Gary's parents, shortly after their son's expulsion, gave the okay for their child to be sent to Happy Volts, hoping it would help him to become a better person. A more mentally stable person. So if he'd been expelled, what was the point behind his return? If he didn't attend the school, he certainly couldn't rule over it with an iron fist as he had planned last year.

Petey's awakening had gone unnoticed by Gary, as he rifled through Petey and his roommate's (Algie, who wasn't in the room) clothes, looking for something to wear. Petey want to speak up, but his mouth had gone dry and his throat tightened. He didn't know if this was a cause of nervousness, fear or intimidation, or maybe even a mixture of all three, but he couldn't bring himself to speak. He was worried about Gary's response. He thought about just pretending to be asleep and wait for Gary to leave, so he wouldn't have to deal with the confrontation. After all the crap Gary had put him through, Petey was not looking forward to a chat with his 'old pal'. Then again, the mystery as of why Gary had returned and came into his room was very tempting to him, and soon enough, curiosity got the better of Petey.

"Uh, Gary?" Petey mumbled, sucking in a breath, anticipating a degrading response.

Gary, who had just pulled blue jeans on over his legs, turned and looked to see Petey, sitting up in his bed. Gary grinned. "Femme Boy! Look at you! My, how you've grown. Oh, and I love the pajamas. They're so…" Gary snapped his fingers and looked up, as if he was thinking about the proper word to finish his sentence. With a final snap and a wicked grin, Gary finished, "they're so you."

Petey's cheeks reddened with a mixture of embarrassment and anger. It wasn't his choice to wear these pajamas. His mother had picked out blue footed pajamas for him and insisted that he'd wear it when he slept. He didn't know what the big deal was, but he finally caved and agreed to wear them, just so he wouldn't get into a fight with his mother over this. It made Petey feel like a bigger mama's boy than Algie, and that was saying something.

"Shut it, Gary!" Petey spat weakly, not being able to come up with a clever response on the spot.

"Well it appears that your comebacks haven't improved since my absence," Gary mused, pulling on a pair of Petey's socks and some red converse.

Petey glared at Gary, who had turned back to the closet, continuing to go through the clothes. Petey had never seen Gary shirtless, therefore he had never seen Gary's muscles, and while they weren't Jock level big, they were big enough for a fight. It wasn't that much of a surprise, though, most of everyone at Bullworth (excluding the Nerds, the non-clique kids and of course, himself) had some kind of muscle built up from all the intense fighting that went on everyday. If you were a weakling, you had two options: join the Nerds to acquire their advanced weaponry to use against the stronger bullies, or just take the beating. Sadly, Petey apparently wasn't high enough on the social status to join with the Nerds, according to Algie. Even when Petey had been declared the Head Boy by Crabblesnitch himself, he was still unpopular and bullied mercilessly. The only difference was Crabblesnitch usually took care of the bullies by giving them detentions as soon as he found they had been bullying him, since he was the Head Boy, but that only delayed the inevitable: Petey's beating.

Petey, in a weird sort of way, envied Gary. For one, he was strong enough to go head to head with Jimmy Hopkins, and that's saying something considering Jimmy had kicked the entire school's asses multiple times and stopped the "Bullworth Battle" from escalating. Then, Petey envied Gary's personality. Sure, Gary was a sociopath and generally insane, but he never felt humility. Whenever someone said something bad about him, Gary would brush it off and go back to plotting some large, behind the scenes scheme. Petey could only dream of doing that (the ignorance of the bullying, not the plotting). Also, Petey wished he had Gary's intelligence. Once you peeled away the mental illness and obsession with power, one would realize how smart Gary Smith truly was. He got all A's and he was offered to join academic clubs often. His intelligence really shined when he came up with a plan or some sort of plot. He could plan something to a T, which is exactly what he had done with the school's brawl. He set up the dominoes, stood back and watched as everything in his sick little plan fell into place. If his intentions weren't so crazy, Petey might've even said the plan was brilliant. Petey would never admit that to Gary though, no need boosting the boy's ego.

Petey realized while he was thinking about all of that, he'd been unintentionally staring at Gary's muscles. Petey blushed and was grateful Gary hadn't seen him looking. Gary comes back and one of the first things you do is look at his abs, Petey internally scolded himself.

Petey regained his voice and piped up. "Gary, w-why are you here?" Petey was regretful of the fact that he stuttered. It showed that Gary had in fact intimidated him, and that's the last thing Petey needed right now, to fall back into Gary's hands and act as his little pawn on the chess board like last year.

Gary pulled out a red sweatshirt and slipped it on over his head. "Well, Femme Boy, to tell you the truth, I missed you."

Petey was taken aback by this statement. Why would Gary miss him?

Gary laughed. "Wow, Pete, you actually thought that was the reason I came back? That's pretty pathetic, even for you. I came back for another reason."

After giving him a glare, Petey's eyes shifted into confusion. "What was the reason then?"

Gary suddenly bent down, picking up an aluminum baseball bat on the floor that Petey hadn't seen yet from his view on the bed. "Safety," Gary answered simply. Before Petey could question him on what he meant by safety, and safety from what, Gary continued talking. "But I wasn't lying when I said I missed you, it just isn't the reason I came here. Seriously, those retards at the asylum were no fun to mess with. When I called one Femme Boy, he just flipped out, flailing around like some spaz. That's only funny for a day or two. You're a much better target."

Petey's eyes frantically went from the baseball bat to Gary's face and his brain tried to process what Gary meant by target. Gary noticed Petey's frantic nature and laughed.

"Geez, Femme Boy, I'm not going to kill you!" Gary said, amused by Petey's reaction. "I picked this up for something else." Gary bent down and revealed he had more aluminum bats, about half a dozen of them. Gary tossed one over to Petey, who fumbled to catch it. "You're gonna need one too," Gary assured.

Petey was really frightened. Why was Gary back? Why was Gary in need of safety? Why did they need weapons? Petey finally voiced his question. "Why do we need these, Gary? What the hell's going on?"

"Now, now, Peter, such language!" Gary mockingly scolded. Then his expression turned serious. "Look out the window, Pete."

Petey gulped, clutching his baseball bat. He slid out of bed, blushing as his embarrassing pajamas were on full display. But now wasn't the time to worry about his fashion sense. Something was seriously wrong, and the fact that Gary's expression was dead serious was clear evidence of that. He walked slowly over to the window, grabbed the curtains and braced himself. What could be so bad that it made Gary Smith feel unsafe?

Petey pulled away the curtains and saw pale, bloodied people walking around campus. One thing stood out though.

Petey realized they were all dead. There was no way they could've been alive. Some were missing limbs, some had had their throats ripped out, some even looked as though they'd been stabbed, and yet all of them ran around (quite fast, actually) without any pain.

Petey's jaw dropped and he quickly shut the curtains, backing away in horror.

"Yeah, the patients at Happy Volts flipped out and became like this. I think it was that new, probably untested, medicine they were trying out. Just goes to show that complete and utter morons run that place," Gary muttered. "Listen up, Femme Boy, this may be the start of the zombie apocalypse. Get your shit together, we're gonna have to go out and look for survivors. With how many I saw in the streets on my way here, we're gonna need them."

Jimmy Hopkins' life couldn't be going any better. He had a great girlfriend, awesome friends, he was the most popular kid in school, thanks to ending that brawl and sending Gary away. Basically, he had achieved what Gary always wanted, to be king of the school. Sure, he wasn't Head Boy, but that didn't matter. All the girls loved, all the guys hung out with him, and everyone either feared or respected him. Life couldn't get much sweeter than that.

Jimmy was out in the school parking lot, leaning against the old, abandoned bus. He was talking to Earnest Jones, and what it would cost the Nerd to help him win this year's school election, just as he did last year. At this point, Earnest was just getting really annoying and Jimmy was close to either telling him to shut up or just punching him in the gut. Jimmy was never a politician, so he didn't give a damn who won the election. He had learned early on in life that it didn't matter what words you said behind a podium, it mattered what actions you took. Earnest was the kind of person to say a lot of words, then back out of his plans when the Jocks threatened to kill him at the mention of getting rid of physical education. Jimmy, on the other hand, was the kind of person to beat the crap out of everyone in Bullworth to get what he wanted. It worked last year, and for the month of his Junior year he'd been having so far, it was still working.

"Please, Jimmy?" Earnest begged. "I need to win this election! Don't you know what being class president means?"

"It means you get a little control in the chaos that's Bullworth," Jimmy said. "Class president isn't going to change anything Earnest, trust me. Jocks will still beat the Nerds, bullying will still go on unpunished by the school. Even I can't change that."

Before Earnest could say anything, a loud scream rang out in the distance. Jimmy and Earnest looked out near the school and saw Christy Martin running towards them. Next, they saw her brother, Wade Martin, chasing after them. Jimmy noticed something strange though. Wade was covered in blood. Bloody clothes, bloody hair, bloody face, bloody everything. It unnerved Jimmy. Sure, Wade was part of the Bully clique, and bullies usually did get bloody or make someone bleed, but never were they covered in it. Finally, Wade caught up to his sister, leapt at her and tackled her to the ground. He then proceeded to bite away at his own sister's neck.

Earnest was quivering. "W-why…what is happening…?"

Jimmy grabbed Earnest by the wrist. "Come on!" With that, Jimmy ran towards the auto shop, with Earnest right behind him, hoping some of his Greaser friends would be there to provide some backup. Jimmy knew he could normally take on a Bully like Wade alone, but this was different. The kid had…rabies or something. A little backup wouldn't hurt. Jimmy didn't want to admit it, but the sight of Wade eating Christy scared him more than anything has ever scared him before. But he kept his face stone solid, hoping no emotion would get through. Nobody could see him scared, he couldn't be weak like that. At the first sign of weakness, at least in Bullworth, people will abandon you and take advantage of you pretty fast. In Bullworth, you always had to be strong. If you weren't…good luck.

Jimmy and Earnest made it to the garage of the auto shop. Earnest was shaking, and Jimmy was pretty sure that Earnest's teeth were chattering as well. Jimmy bent down and began to lift up the garage door, until finally it was all the way opened. What Jimmy saw horrified him. There stood Hal Esposito, who was covered in blood. His skin had turned a sickly gray and the pupils in his eyes had disappeared so only the whites of his eyes remained. If those signs didn't give it away that he was just like Wade, then the lifeless body of Lefty Mancini next to him (which Hal had been chewing on) did give it away. Hal stopped eating his meal and looked at Jimmy and Earnest with cold, lifeless eyes. It didn't take the fat Greaser long to figure it out. There was more food on the way.

Hal ran towards them faster than either Jimmy or Earnest had ever seen them run. Hal jumped at Earnest and tackled the Nerd to the ground. The sound of Earnest's neck cracking rang out through the garage, and Jimmy watched in terror as Hal gnawed at Earnest's flesh. At this point, there was nothing Jimmy could do. He was too fear stricken to kick Hal off and he wouldn't be able to solve Earnest's neck problem even if he did save him. Jimmy racked his brain for an option, any option, and finally, he picked one that he felt was most suitable for this situation.

He began to run.

Beatrice Trudeau was not looking forward to tutoring the likes of Mandy Wiles. For one, it was Saturday. She had better things to do. She had planned to work on some of her notes. She was coming closer and closer to the cure for cancer every day. It was only a matter of time. But now, at Dr. Watts's request, Beatrice had to spend her Saturday at the library (which wasn't so bad if under different circumstances) teaching Mandy Wiles how to understand chemistry. For lack of a better word, Beatrice was pissed.

She sat at a table in the upstairs area of the library, with Mandy sitting across from her. Both girls had their eyes glued to chemistry books, only it was becoming unbearable for Mandy. This was made obvious by her constant complaining.

"Beatrice?" Mandy whined.

Beatrice sighed. This was going to be a long day. "Yes, Mandy?"

"I don't understand this!" Mandy complained. "None of it makes sense, alright? I'm not some brainiac or Nerd like you!" Beatrice flinched at the harsh tone Mandy used. A new year at Bullworth where Mandy and Beatrice were no longer roommates and Beatrice was still being abused by the cheerleader. "I don't know how anyone can understand this!"

Beatrice wasn't in the mood for a fight with Mandy. She was in a bad mood. Bucky was ignoring her, her cold sores were acting up, and she was getting a B in one of her classes, a B that should've been an A. Beatrice told herself Mr. Galloway must've been drunk while grading papers. That was the only logical explanation (at least it was to Beatrice, anyway). So in the mood she was in, Beatrice was close to just losing it.

"Listen Mandy," Beatrice said, trying her best to sound calm, "this can be very simple. Just have to pay attention. Here, how about you tell me what you currently know about the subject of chemistry."

Mandy thought for a moment. "I know it usually has a bunch of chemicals that go together." Mandy sighed. "I'm a cheerleader. I'm good at cheerleading, not chemistry. I have a B plus in Math, and an A plus in English!" Beatrice immediately envied Mandy for having an A plus she deserved. "I'm good at those! Why can't I just forget about Chemistry?"

"Because Mandy, if you don't keep up your academics, they'll take you off of the cheerleading squad." Beatrice was getting annoyed by Mandy's constant complaints and rants about the subject. "So maybe if you would pay attention and focus on the subject at hand, you wouldn't be getting a D minus!" Beatrice's voice was laced with venom, as she was just about ready to go off on Mandy.

Mandy glared at Beatrice. "Calm down, Spotty. Geez, I don't even want to be here."

Beatrice, at the mention of her old nickname, glared back at Mandy. That was the last straw. "That's it Mandy! I've had it with you and your complaining. And I want you to stop making fun of me! I will no longer be subjected to your abuse!" Beatrice was actually proud of herself. She had never really stood up to Mandy like this before, but she was glad that she was. And it was apparent by the look on Mandy's face that she didn't get yelled at a lot. She looked very surprised. Nobody ever yelled at her, she was head cheerleader. If someone were to yell at her, there reputation at Bullworth would be shattered for the remainder of their stay. It didn't take long for Mandy to realize that Beatrice didn't have much of a reputation that could be destroyed.

Beatrice's rant was interrupted by a loud groan and a shout from somewhere in the library. Beatrice heart skipped a beat at the sound of someone screaming in pain. Before she could even process what could be the cause, Bucky appeared from behind one of the bookshelves. Only something was wrong. His pupils had disappeared and there was a large gash or some kind of bite in his shoulder. His shoulder leaked blood and had a bone stick out.

"Oh my God! Bucky!" Beatrice cried out in surprise.

Bucky growled an inhuman growl, ran forward, and leapt at Beatrice, teeth opening and closing in anticipation for a meal.

Oh yes, for Beatrice, this was going to be a very long day.

Kirby Olsen wasn't expecting this. He never expected to be in a maze at the carnival with Trent Northwick, pushed up against the wall, kissing a bully. But there he was, in the maze, with Trent, kissing Trent. Well, it wasn't really kissing as much as it was Trent making out with him as he stood there like a statue. Kirby was really enjoying the kiss, and he wanted to kiss back, but he also want to push Trent away. Kirby had risked it enough by actually agreeing to go on another date with Trent after that whole theater fiasco. Hell, that was a year ago and Kirby was still worried about it. Kirby didn't think he could handle getting caught with another boy's tongue in his mouth. Being the youngest student to ever receive a varsity letter in the history of Bullworth, he had a reputation to uphold, and being caught with another guy? That wouldn't be very good.

Kirby hated being bisexual. It just brought up so much crap for him, making life harder than it would be if he were straight. He always had to hide his preferences. Especially since he was a Jock. Being in that locker room with other half naked guys was utter torture. Kirby tried everything he could to not be bisexual, and failed every time he tried to do so. It aggravated him to no end. But, it did help that there was another boy that liked him. Trent must've seriously liked Kirby, since the Bully was very persistent when asking out Kirby on this second date. Kirby finally caved once he realized he may not get a chance like this again, and he did really like Trent as well.

Kirby's thoughts were interrupted when Trent pulled away, ending the kiss. "What's wrong, baby?" Trent's use of the term baby sends a shiver down Kirby's spine. "You're just standing there."

"Sorry," Kirby apologized. "I'm just worried someone will find us. It's not like this maze is closed. The funhouse is open for anyone to come in here. Do you know how easy that makes it for us to get caught?"

Trent chuckled. "That just makes this so much hotter," he said in a low, sexy voice.

Kirby really hated himself for finding Trent so attractive. "I swear, if anyone finds us here, or you tell anyone, you're getting some serious pound cake!"

Trent just smirked and started kissing up and down Kirby's jaw line. "I love it when you say that."

Kirby couldn't help but just melt into Trent's arm (as lame as that sounds) as he began kissing his neck. Kirby tried to tell himself to shove him away, that there might be hickeys, but at this point, he doesn't care. All he cares about is when Trent's arms stop caressing his hips. All he cares about is when Trent stops kissing his neck. All he cares about is when Trent screams and points down the hall.

Kirby's eyes shot open and he turned his head, expecting to see some Jock pointing, laughing and going "Fags!" but instead, he sees something much worse. He sees someone in white clothing covered in blood. It's obviously an asylum orderly from Happy Volts, but the reason he's covered in blood is a mystery to Kirby. His eyes don't have pupils, they're just white. And the scariest part, there's flesh hanging from his mouth. Someone else's flesh.

Kirby just stood there, paralyzed by fear. Trent began to pull Kirby along through the maze as fast as he could as the undead orderly began to chase them through the maze, hungry for more flesh.

Algernon "Algie" Papadopoulos shouted in glee as he rolled the dice and got a twelve. "Yes! Yes!" Algie cheered. "I hit it! I've slain the goblin!" Algie couldn't be happier. All morning he had been playing Grottos and Gremlins with Melvin and Fatty in the Observatory, and all morning he'd been having on of his worst games ever. It all started when his character lost his bow and arrow, which was his best weapon. Then, Algie almost lost his character entirely when he and the others were attacked by a group of ogres with large clubs. Luckily, Fatty had a healing potion which he gave to Algie, so thank goodness for that. Finally, a curse had been put on Algie's character by an evil sorcerer. A curse that made it so he could no longer use healing potions without dying for the next three games! Truly, this was his worst game yet. So when finally killing the goblin, that was about to kill his fellow adventurers, he couldn't be anymore happier.

"Well, good job, Algie!" Melvin said happily.

Fatty snorted. "Yeah, you got pretty lucky."

Algie just laughed. "Oh please, my homies! It was all pure skill that I got from livin' in the hood!"

Melvin and Fatty burst out laughing at Algie's poor Ebonics. Algie thought it made him cooler than he actually was, but it just sounded so lame that even the other Nerds made fun of him sometimes because of it.

Just a Algie was about to continue, a loud banging noise rang out. Someone was trying to get into the Observatory. Soon enough, before the Nerds could even react, the doors burst open (Melvin made a mental note to tell Earnest to get better locks) and the Jock, Damon West fell to the ground in front of them. He was bleeding from the neck, from a large bite mark. Algie screamed, while Melvin and Fatty grabbed their Spud Guns, quivering with fear.

"W-w-who's out there?" Melvin stuttered, fear shooting through his body.

Melvin's query was soon answered as Casey Harris and Bo Jackson ran in. They were very bloody, and looked as though they'd been eating something, since they were still chewing on something. Melvin gulped and let out a few tears as he realized they were probably chewing on a part of Damon's neck. Fatty just began to puke right there on the spot at the sight of what only could be called zombies. Then, Casey and Bo ran and tackled (football players until the very end, it seemed) Melvin and Fatty and began to satisfy their hunger by eating the Nerds.

Algie, sobbing in fear, had already wet himself at the sight of his friends being eaten. He couldn't take it any more. With a frightened wail, he ran past them and ran as fast as he could towards the only place he had ever felt safe, the library.

"That's it Lola! I've had it with you!" Johnny Vincent yelled.

"Calm down Johnny! Oh, I just love it when you're angry," Lola Lombardi said in a low sexy voice.

Johnny and Lola were in Lola's bedroom in the Girl's Dorm (which she shared with Zoe Taylor), arguing about Lola's promiscuous tendencies, and how Johnny was sick of it. Lola had been trying to calm him down, but once Johnny Vincent gets fired up, there's almost no point in trying to calm him down.

"No Lola!" Johnny growled and slapped her hands away as they tried to feel him up. "Word on the street is you've been sleeping around! Why do you do this to me? Do you know how this makes me look? People are laughing at me, because of you! They laugh at me because they think I'm datin' some harlot! And I am, since you can't stay with one man for more than a week!"

Lola sighed. "Come on, sweetie, you should know that I'd never do that to you." Lola began to get closer to Johnny. "I know what'll make you feel better."

Johnny knew what she was implying. "See? You think sex is the perfect way to fix everything! Why do you have to be such a slut?" Then Johnny began to pace back and forth, muttering to himself, saying things like "the boys will never let me live this down" and "that slut I love".

Lola huffed, crossing her arms over her chest defiantly. "Johnny, you're just overreacting. Listen, let's stop fighting. How about we do something more…productive?"

Johnny threw up his hands. "No Lola, I ain't puttin' up with this anymore! You can sleep with whoever you want, because we are done! You hear me Lola Lombardi? Finished!"

Before Lola could reply, a scream rang out from out in the hall. There were more screams, and then something that sounded similar to an animal growl came from just outside the door. Then, a familiar voice cried out for help.

Lola's eyes widened. "That sounds like Zoe…what the hell is happening?"

Johnny, fixing his leather jacket, decided to check it out. Readying his fists for a brawl with probably some Townie punk, he rushed quickly over to the door and opened it. His tightened fists which he held in front of his body fell to his sides and his eyes widened in horror at what he saw. There was Eunice Pound, trying to kiss Zoe. But then, Johnny realized it was something worse. Eunice was kissing Zoe, she was ripping off Zoe's bottom jaw with her mouth, eating hungrily at it. Zoe's eyes got big at the intense pain, and then, the shut closed. Zoe Taylor was officially dead.

Johnny gasped. "Oh shit!" He slammed the door, then backed away.

"What the hell was it, Johnny?" Lola asked, worried. She hadn't seen what he had seen from the angle of where she was standing.

"E-E-Eunice…she was eatin'…oh my God," Johnny muttered, running a hand through his slick brown hair.

"Eating what?" Lola demanded heatedly. "Johnny…you're scaring me!"

Suddenly, loud fists began to pound on the door. Soon enough, the door collapsed from the weight of an undead Eunice Pound and there the large girl stood, blood dripping from her mouth. Her eyes were all white, and it looked like a large chunk of her stomach had been torn out. Johnny gulped, trying to hold down the bile that rose in his throat when he saw the girl's intestines hanging out. Lola just vomited next to her bed, screaming as she did.

Eunice's dead eyes scanned the room, and she first saw the sobbing Lola. Eunice pounced on the Greaser girl like a lion pouncing on it's prey. Lola, with a scream, punched Eunice in the face. Eunice fell off of Lola's writhing body, which she had tackled to floor, and Lola began to crawl away, but she wasn't fast enough. Eunice, with a nasty, throaty growl, grabbed a hold of one of Lola's thrashing ankle and sunk her teeth into Lola's calf.

Lola's scream of agony was enough to snap Johnny out of his trance of terror. He processed what was going on, and leapt into action. He scanned his surroundings, and saw a lamp. He grabbed the lamp, yanked the cord out of the wall, and started to bash into Eunice's head in. Eunice roared in anger, blood seeping out between her teeth. She jumped off of Lola's flailing body and ran towards Johnny. Johnny quickly smashed the lamp into the side of Eunice's head, causing her to stagger towards the window. The Greaser leader pulled back his fist and punched Eunice between the eyes as hard as possible. The large girl groaned in pain and fell towards the window. The glass broke and the zombie girl tumbled out. There was a loud crack as she hit the pavement. Johnny stuck his head out the window, looking at Eunice. Before Johnny could begin to fear of going back to Happy Volts on charges of insanity and murder, he noticed something that chilled him to the bone.

There were people, just like Eunice, all around the Boys and Girls' Dorms. Johnny knew what he had to do. He turned to Lola, who had stopped screaming and was now just moaning in pain. He took her in his arms, bridal style, whispering to her "It'll be okay, Lola." He shifted her and told her to hold onto his back. She did so, and now he was carrying Lola like he was giving her a piggy back ride.

With that, Johnny Vincent made his way out to the hallway, took a sharp intake of breath, and readied himself for the zombies that would surely swarm him and Lola when they got outside.

Derby Harrington was not a boy that you kept waiting. Being the richest boy at Bullworth, Derby could be very demanding of others. And when he demanded that he wanted to see his friend Bif Taylor, he expected him to be at Harrington House in only a couple minutes, and yet Derby has called half an hour ago. What the hell could Bif be doing? Derby, sick of those Greaseballs messing with the Preppies, had formed a plan to get back at them, but he was going to need Bif's help. But of course, Bif picked now to disappear.

Derby sat on a comfortable and expensive red velvet chair in the living room of Harrington House. Derby tapped his foot against the carpet, agitated at how long he had to wait for his friend. He was growing very tired of this.

Derby heard footsteps coming down the stairs. He turned to see Gord Vendome and Pinky Gauthier, talking excitedly about the latest Aquaberry sweater that had just come out in all of the Aquaberry stores. From what Derby heard, it was supposed to be one of the most comfortable fabric. He smirked arrogantly. His daddy had gotten him that very same sweater five months ago. The perks of being the son of Rupert Harrington, owner of Harrington Oil, were very nice. Very nice indeed.

Pinky stopped talking to Gord when they reached the end of the stairs and narrowed her eyes at Derby, angry at him. The two of them hadn't been on good terms since last year when Derby had the nerve to stand her up, and Derby called her annoying when she complained to him about it. Ever since then, the two tried to see as less of each other as possible. The reason their rivalry was even more heated was because Pinky's parents and Derby's parents still had plans for them to marry, and they couldn't disagree with their parents. If they did, there was a possibility that they could be disowned from the family's money, and have to get jobs, and heaven forbid, an apartment. That thought alone sent shivers down both of their spines whenever they thought about it.

"Derby." Pinky glared.

"Pinky," Derby said without emotion.

Gord began to look at Pinky, then at Derby, and instantly, he felt like an awkward third wheel on a terrible date. He began to back away, trying to make his way back up the stairs to avoid being caught in the crossfire of the conflicts between Derby Harrington and Pinky Gauthier. Nobody wanted to be apart of that.

As Derby and Pinky glared at each other, and as Gord tried to make his silent escape, the doors to Harrington House burst open and in fell Bif, looking exhausted. His eyes were wide with fear. Derby and Pinky turned, as well as Gord. All the Preppies could hear a faint groaning and growling from behind Bif. Bif leapt up from the floor and slammed the door shut, his chest heaving as he struggled to suck in some breaths.

"Bif, where the hell have you been?" Derby demanded. It better have been something important.

Bif looked as though he'd seen a ghost. "Zombies! Everywhere!" With that, he fainted, probably due to exhaustion, as the other Preppies looked at him as the groans and growls outside became louder and louder.

Russell Northrop knew he wasn't as smart as other kids, but he was smart enough to know when things went wrong.

When he was fifteen, two years ago, he was smart enough to know his parents were getting a divorce. Last year, he was smart enough to understand that Gary wasn't a good person. And it was this year, that he was smart enough to realize people were acting weird.

It first started with his father. His dad was snarling at him, and trying to bite him. He looked all bloody too. Russell put his father in the basement, locking him there in a timeout. He was glad he didn't get bit, he didn't like to be bitten. It made him want to smash things, but he couldn't smash things here. Dad would get angrier than ever.

Then, Russell began to see people outside acting funny. Funny like his dad, who was still scratching at the door groaning strangely. He saw one of his friends, Ethan Robinson, get attacked by one of the people. That was what made Russell realize that he had to do something about this.

Russell lumbered up to his room, got out his old Halloween costume, and made his way back downstairs. He looked out the window. Now Ethan was looking all funny too. Russell realized they had changed him. Changed him in a bad way. Russell gritted his teeth in anger. With that, he broke down his front door, ran out into the street clad in knight armor, and yelled out to everyone of the funny people.

"Russell smash you all!" he roared.

The zombies knew they weren't very smart, but they were smart enough to realize that they had made a big mistake when angering the likes of Russell Northrop.

Constantinos Brakus sighed glumly, taking a drag from his cigarette, while at the same time washing away at his mascot mask. What the hell was wrong with those Jocks? Constantinos worked his ass off every day, doing a stupid dance in a stupid costume, trying to get the crowd pumped for the football games. And how did he get repaid? By the Jocks putting dog crap in his mascot helmet/mask. That was how he ended up in the locker room of the gym, taking a mass of wet paper towels and trying to scrub the inside of his mask. Whether he got the stain out or not, the smell would be terrible, but he had to wear it.

Constantinos growled under his breath. "The Jocks ruined my helmet, I'm still going to have to wear it, and it's going to smell terrible. If the sky fell on my head, I don't think I could feel any worse than I do right now." With that statement, Constantinos continued his fervent scrubbing.

Constantinos stopped his washing when he heard someone enter the locker room. He quickly stomped out the cigarette he'd been smoking, and swatted away the smoke. Then he stopped, knowing it was pointless. Who cared if he got suspended? He already felt terrible.

"Who's there?" Constantinos asked with a bitter intonation in his voice.

When Constantinos only received a growl as a response, he turned and his eyes widened in horror at what he saw. There stood a bloodied Juri Karamazov, looking extremely pissed. His eyes were only white, and there was a bloody bite mark on his forearm. And his dead eyes were locked with Constantinos's eyes.

"What the hell?" Constantinos gasped out.

Juri, letting out another growl, rushed over towards the Bullworth mascot, and tried to tackle him into submission. Constantinos dodged it by ducking under the undead football player and bolted out of the locker room as fast as he could. His mascot costume made it harder for him to do this, but he managed.

When he made it out of the locker room, he shut the door and ran up the steps. "Zombies! He was like a zombie!" Constantinos groaned sadly. "Oh man, I just knew the world was gonna end badly!"

On that chipper note, Constantinos zoomed out of the Gym, and almost immediately saw Algernon Papadopoulos running away from something. Constantinos could only guess he was running from more zombies. The mascot decided to run as well, catching up to Algie. Neither of them spoke to each other as they ran together, they just ran as fast as they could, away from the oncoming zombies.

Pedro de la Hoya sat in his bed in the Boys Dorm, sobbing his eyes out. He hated Bullworth. He got beaten up everyday by bullies, he was the smallest kid in the entire school, and he missed his mother. The last time he had seen her was a month ago when she dropped him off at Bullworth for his second year here. He begged and pleaded with her to change her mind about him going, but her word was final, saying he should start to man up a bit, so the kids would stop bullying him. She thought Bullworth was the right place to teach him that.

Pedro couldn't believe how wrong she was.

The young boy spent most of his days like this. In his bed, sobbing, hoping that his mother would return, pick him up, apologize for sending him here and find another school for him. He didn't think he could handle any more beatings from jerks like Ethan Robinson or Troy Miller. Even the teachers didn't do anything about bullying, they just brushed it off as kids having fun or just a case of a little, non-harmful rough housing.

Pedro had plenty of scars and bruises to prove that it wasn't harmless rough housing.

Pedro's thoughts were interrupted by the loud noise of crashing glass. Pedro jumped and screamed as he looked at the window. Someone was breaking into his bedroom. He backed away, and looked to see who was trying to break into the dorm. Pedro gasped as he saw it was Dr. Slawter, the biology teacher. But something about him was off…his eyeballs had been torn out of their sockets. The teacher thrashed around and reached around for something to hold onto.

"Help me! Somebody help me!" Slawter screamed in agony. Suddenly, the biology teacher was pulled back out of the window by someone else. Pedro began to hear crunching noises like bones breaking and he continued to hear Slawter's cries of pain.

Pedro, sobbing harder than ever now at the sight of an eyeless Dr. Slawter, quickly opened the door and raced out into the hallway, screaming for his mommy. He sobbed harder when he realized she couldn't hear him at all.

UGH! FINALLY DONE! Fifteen friggin' pages ,

So how'd you like it? Tell me :) Constructive criticism is always nice, or any review in general.

Also, that line about the medicine at Happy Volts that may have started this will be expanded on later, so this isn't going to be a story where basically there's NO explanation on how the hell all this happened.

Also, any suggestions on characters I should add in later on? Other than the ones I've already killed XP

Time for me to prepare for school tomorrow, since my break just ended…-sob- HOW COULD THIS HAPPEN TO ME? I MADE MY MISTAKES… :P