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She was one of those usual cheerleader chicks. Blond, pretty, popular, social, etcetera. And the guy laying next to her in bed was the usual jock guy. Big, tough, strong, a bit stupid sometimes. Yes, it was a cliché college romance. But who cared. She did well enough in her classes to get pass and eventually get her degree in art. He wasn't exactly academic, but he was the quarterback on the football team and was so good he might was well go pro rather than stay in college. But until she graduated, he would stay with her. So there they were, two early-twenty-somethings cuddling in bed. Sure, they'd heard about the weird incidents in the Arklays, and the rampant murders and disappearing around town, but it wasn't that much. Few people get knocked off, big whoop as long as it didn't happen to them. They didn't even care so much as to watch the news to make sure anything was going on. So when the "riot" happened at the football game, Amy didn't notice. Neither did Nathan. They just laid there, being themselves. Then Amy looked out the window. She noticed something peculiar there was smoke rising out in the distance from several places, and no one was on the school grounds. There was usually SOMEONE out there, even at night. I mean, they had heard some people in the hall outside moaning, obviously drunk. Maybe there was some party she had missed out on? Even she, possibly the most sociable person on campus, had missed out on something. Impossible. She pulled the covers up and snuggled up closer to James.
"What's wrong Amy?" Nathan asked.
"Nothing, I'm just cold." Replied Amy.
"Well, what-" Started Nathan. As soon as he started saying anything, someone started pounding on her door and moaning.
"What now?" Grumbled Nahtan angrily.
"Nathan! Don't!" Whispered Amy, afraid who ever was out there might hear.
"Don't worry Amy, I just want these idiots to go to sleep and sober up." Nathan said, walking up to the door.
"Who is it?" Nathan said as he opened the door. As soon as he did that the person who was pounding on the door lunged at him and stuck his teeth into Nathan's shoulder. Nathan quickly pushed to psycho out of the room, closed the door, and put his weight against it.
"Nathan!" Amy screamed. She ran over to him and looked at the bite wound. That freak took out quite a bit of his shoulder.
"I'm okay Amy" Said Nathan weakly. "Help me keep this psycho out." Amy leaned against the door, and Nathan slid to the ground against the door, breathing heavily.
"What the fuck is going on Nathan!" Amy shouted against the pounding.
"Damned if I know Amy!" Nathan shouted weakly. He was beginning to feel weak.
"What kind of freak bites a chunk out of your shoulder?" Amy said
"Zombies" Nathan said jokingly. He didn't know how right he was. The pounding continued, and Amy and Nathan could barely keep the door shut. Then came the sound of several more sets of moans. The pounding had attracted more zombies.
"Shit Nathan! What the FUCK is going on?" Shouted Amy. Nathan didn't respond. He had passed out. "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!" Amy cried. She felt the door coming off of it's hinges. She stopped blocking it and ran into the closet. The zombies broke the door open, and saw Nathan laying there. They started devouring him. Amy looked out of the closet, and nearly puked when she saw what was happening. She curled up in the closet, started sobbing softly, hoping they wouldn't find her.
Maybe Nathan was right? Amy thought. The zombies started searching the room. They could smell her, she knew they could. A zombie came close the closet, and stuck his nose near there. Amy could barely keep from screaming out in fear. Then there was a sound. Gunshots! It attracted the zombies attention, leading the zombies away from her. She looked out of the closet, and when the zombies all left came crawling out. Tear streaked her cheeks, and she went over to Nathan. They'd devoured his intestines, and took a few good chunks out of his legs and arms. Amy collapsed on Nathan, sobbing. But then she felt Nathan move.
"Nathan? Nathan!" She exclaimed. She couldn't believe he was alive! She tried to pull him up, but then he pulled her down.
"Nathan! What the fuck!" She screamed as she pulled away from him. He pulled himself up, looked at her, and gave that god-awful moan.
"No! Nathan no! For the love of god no!" She walked backwards, and tripped and fell backwards on her bed. Nathan tried to grab her, and she struggled to keep him from biting her. But then Nathan stopped. He went limp, then began to be pulled up by something. Then she noticed the machete protruding from what was left of his stomach. It was drawn upward, then sliced through Nathan's head. The two halves of Nathan collapsed to either side, and another person she recognized as another college student.
Before she could say anything, the guy grabbed her by the arm, and pulled her up. "We have to go!" The guy shouted. She still hadn't gotten a good look at his face. He pulled her out of the room, as she was still traumatized by seeing her boyfriend turn into a zombie and then be sliced in half. The mysterious stranger pulled her out of the hallway, and into another dorm room.
He locked the door, and put a cabinet up against the door to block it. When she regained her composure, she asked "Who are you?"
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Who is Amy's mysterious savior? Or is he a savior at all? Find out in the next installment of: School of the Dead!
R&R, yadda yadda. Next chapter should be up within the week, maybe two.