Halls of the Dead
School like most things offered to us as people, should be a place of safety and security to kids and teenagers. Yet last month the most unthinkable thing happened that will never leave me the same again. In the halls, the dead roamed free unable to do much more than moan and wait for another student or teacher to become "the new hunt" and later die in their footsteps.
Like most stories say, the day it happened was pretty ordinary; the birds were chirping and the sun was shining, I wouldn't have thought much of it. I myself being a fan of zombie fiction in the movies had never thought I would have been in my own personal zombie movie. I had arrived at school a little late, five minutes if you want to be exact. I apologized to my teacher and took my seat near my friends which I have known since I was in elementary school. The school itself was a little odd all in its own. The school built in an odd zig zagged shape not what you'd usually see for a school built around the 1950's. After an outbreak of violence among gangs and recent shootings in the past; they had placed a metal plated windows and door coverings used in lockdowns.
Lunch came around and as always was short lived, containing nothing more than me and friends bumming around the halls of the school talking about the movies we saw the night before. Ha unfortunately this is the last time me and my friends see each other. We go to our next period math class as the bell rings; we take our seats knowing we aren't going to pay too much attention. Algebra was never my subject to like, too many formulas and letters, and the only reason I zoned back in on the lesson was because of a loud scream coming from the halls. The teacher and few students, me included opened the door and peered around the outside of the door to see what happened. Nothing. Absolutely nothing was out there. While the rest of the students went back into the classroom the teacher and I still stood in the door way pondering about the loud scream. "Alex, go back into the classroom" my teacher had said to me in a concerned tone. "Fine" I said to him as I took steps back quietly and slowly.
Minutes passed and still he stood there staring… Staring down towards the end of the hallway expecting something to happen. Then, he decided to walk into the hall slowly. At that time we started for the doorway to see what was happening. Then another scream finally came about drawing more fear into us as another scream came about. "Stay back in the classroom!" Our teacher yelled to us as he approached the corner closest to where the scream travelled from. He stopped in the middle of the hallway across from the corner. From our view it was like he froze on the spot, as his jaw dropped and he rushed off down the hall. Me and a girl who sat in front of me. "Carrie" was her name. We ran into the hall to see what happened, and what we saw was not for our eyes to see. Mr. Thompson; our teacher was slowly walking towards and badly injured girl. The girl stood there pale as a ghost, her long black hair was a mess laying on her shoulders. On the girls neck was a deep bite mark was imprinted with a chunk ripped out almost forcefully. Blood slowly flowing from the wound like thick molasses. There she stood slightly moaning as our teacher grasped her shoulders, knelt down asking her where she had gotten the bite from, and if he should call an ambulance. She stood slightly moaning still. Mr. Thompson lightly said to her "Hello? Are you okay?". "CRUNCH!!!" She lunged forward towards Mr. Thompson biting at his neck and ripping his flesh off chunk by chunk…