Blake Shelly lived a normal life. Nothing extraordinary ever happened to him. He was just a normal teenager, that was until the day everything changed.

"Blake, Blake! I'll repeat the homework again. Read pages 348-389, and take notes. Quiz on Monday."

Great thought Blake… I have the football game on Sunday. Blake had been playing football since he was just six years old, and he had always played quarterback. It was his sophomore year and yet he was already the starting quarterback for his 1-3 team. They weren't terrible, but they were improving.

Bang!

Something had crashed against the door to the classroom. The door swung open. "Ms. Thomas, I think that means it's time to go!" Shouted Blake's best friend Jeremy Opal, the football team's runningback.

"Well, I guess you guys can leave a couple of minutes earl- oh my god!" Henry, the school janitor had just stepped into the classroom. His clothes were stained with blood, and it looked like a chunk had been ripped from his shoulder. He stumbled into the classroom. "Henry, are you okay… my god. Somebody call down security."

Ms. Thomas stepped over to the wounded Henry and tried to console him. Henry looked pale, it worried Blake.

"Arrrgh!" Henry reached out and bit Ms. Thomas' hand. She screamed. Blake got out of his seat as the out of control Henry grabbed Ms. Thomas again and tore apart her neck. Blake took his large, heavy binder and hit Thomas across the head, knocking him out.

The class huddled around Ms. Thomas, she was dead. Screams were exchanged around the room. Security officers made it to the classroom. As one of the officers felt her pulse and confirmed her death, Ms. Thomas woke up, she grabbed his arm, and as Henry did to her, bit off a chunk.

Blake took off too run. As he turned around, Henry was back up and was literally eating another kid. "Jeremy, lets get the hell out of here!" Shouted Blake.

The two of them left the classroom and sprinted down the hall. On their way, Blake dialed 911. "Hello, there's something happening in Tailbridge High School, something weird. People are going crazy and attacking people. Help!"

"We'll send reinforcements down there as soon as we can, we are getting reports of this all over the county. Stay away from all people who are acting suspiciously, and try to go to your nearest police department. We will try to help as soon as we can."

The two friends turned the corner, and found three more people that were wounded, by what looked like bites.

Blake looked around for any kind of weapon. Then he saw a pile of construction equipment that were close to his former class mates.

"Dude, is that Mary. Crap man, weren't you dating her?" Asked Jeremy. Blake handed Jeremy a crowbar.

"Yeah, I was. And I was taking her to homecoming, well I guess not anymore." He took his crowbar and hit Mary three times in the chest, and once on the back. She was on the ground, but she was still moving as if nothing happened.

"Maybe these people are dead. Ms. Thomas was definitely dead, and she came back! She was like some kind of zombie or something. How could someone's throat be torn apart and live?"

"That crap is all make believe, what do you think horror moves are, real? People just don't come out of their graves." Mary grabbed Blake's leg. "Shit!" Blake hammered down on her head again and again, until her head split open. She finally became silenced.

"Jeremy!" Jeremy looked over from fighting one of the…zombies. "Mary died when I hit her in the head, maybe that's the trick." Blake looked down the hall, more zombies were coming. Some had missing jaws, other had missing limbs.

"Let's go, we don't have time." Jeremy hit the zombie he was working on over the head and it fell over. They sprinted down the hall and finally reached the exit. The handle to the door wouldn't budge.

But then, Blake heard footsteps running down the hall, not the footsteps of those… things. It was a swat team and they were clearing the area, shooting down the zombies. Blake noticed that the zombies hit in the chest wouldn't go down, they only went down when they were hit in the head.

"Just smash the glass to the door!" Yelled Jeremy. And Blake did, he took his crowbar and hammered on the door. The glass shattered and they ran outside.

"What the hell is going on?"