Rachel POV
Lights flickered, illuminating the field. Music flowed through the air, my friend's voices drifting towards me. I loved to sing. I had never been very good at anything except singing. I loved the way the notes flowed from my mouth, like honey or silk. I loved the way I could match any key or note. And I especially loved the way that I was finally able to use this talent towards something. My body moved to the beat, the choreography burned into me like some sick brand.
O-off-off-off with your head...D-Dance dance dance 'til you're dead
The opposing football team gave us a look of pure confusion as we finished the first verse. Some of them even looked a little scared.
It's close to midnight, and something evil's lurking in the dark
Our dead faces peered at them, the makeup twisting our complexions into rotting creatures. Now that I thought about it, this was probably pretty unnerving. My arms swayed in the dim light, my dress wiggling with my hips. I heard a groan from one of the others; I restrained a giggle at the theatrics. The beat kept my feet moving in sync with the others. I startled when I heard a terrified scream. Had we really frightened the other team that much?
Under the moonlight, you see a sight that almost stops your heart
Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone stumble. Lauren. I stopped myself from feeling too annoyed. Chances are, no one noticed. Plus she was new to this. She hadn't had much practice.
You try to scream, but terror takes the sound before you make it
I began to feel a bit worried when the screams echoed from our side of the field. Was she hurt? Against my better judgment, I kept dancing. I saw someone stumbling towards me. What were they doing? They looked me in the eye. The makeup was really good; it freaked me out a bit. When they kept stumbling forward I started to think it wasn't make up. Wow, I must be pretty caught up in this Halloween thing. By the time they were only a foot from me, the smell hit. Rotting meat assaulted me in a sickening blast. Something wasn't right. Something was definitely wrong.
You start to freeze, as horror looks you right between the eyes
When it reached out for me, I backed away. It kept advancing and I turned to move further away. Before I could move, I noticed something squirming in the cavity that was once an eye. A maggot. This was wrong, all wrong.
You're paralyzed
I turned to run, only to run into another bloody chest. By now screams were the only notes, a never-ending symphony of fear. I let out a scream of my own and dashed to the side. The two walking carcasses let out a groan and began to follow me. By now everyone was running towards the parking lot. I followed the horde in the direction of the cars. We could get away from this hellish reality. Right now I really hoped this was just my imagination going a bit far with a nightmare. I saw Finn leading a group back towards me and I ran faster, hoping to catch them.
"What's happening?" I screamed. They all looked as panicked as I was.
"Those things took over the parking lot! We have to go, now!" Finn yelled back at me. We all ran away from the stadium, onto the streets.
The roads were deserted. No people. No corpses. I walked alone, the concrete that clicked against my shoes the only noise I heard. We had agreed to go home and get our parents and meet back at the grocery store to check in. The door to my house swung open with a small squeal.
"Guys?" I called out. "You in here?" No one answered, so I ventured farther inside. I felt like the dumb girl in a bad horror flick, but this was my family. I had to make sure they were safe. A roar ripped me from my thoughts and I screamed as something bowled me over from the side. A heavy weight pinned me to the floor. I screamed shrilly when I stared into my father's face. Well, one of them. His skin had a nauseating yellow tint and a huge chunk of his cheek was missing. I screamed again. His teeth clashed together as he moved forward. I gripped his head, trying to move it away. My daily workout gave me enough strength to push him off of me. I squirmed away, trying to stand. He lurched at me. I pushed myself to my feet, adrenaline pumping through my body. In a hormone-induced haze, I searched quickly for something to defend myself with. Anything. Before I could find something, he slammed into me again. He trapped me against the kitchen counter. I tried to force him away to no avail. Desperation flooded my senses. One hand was holding him away from my neck and the other sliding along the counter, looking for something to help. I found something hard and grabbed it, slamming it into the closest part of him. The spiked prongs of a fork found his side, blood spurting over my dress. This didn't affect him at all. His head was only inches from my skin, just waiting to tear into the soft flesh. In one last ditch attempt I stabbed the pointy utensil into my father's head. With one last grunt, he fell off of me and onto the floor. Tears gushed from my eyes, the chocolate brown disguised under the fountain. Across the room, a rustling alerted me to another presence. I glanced up, blinking away the tears for a better glance. Another corpse raised its head, dull eyes flashing at me. Not knowing what else to do, I turned and fled. My tears left a trail.
I'm so sorry that we haven't been updating. I'm a terrible person, I know. Family stuff and school got in the way. Well we've ended some stories quickly, and probably badly. But, good news! Here's a new story, Glee and Walking Dead crossover. We're going to work hard to update this, promise! Anyway, review and follow, thanks guys!