Prologue
May 1st, 2012
You would've thought it was a normal day. Everything went along as it was supposed to go. Everything was fine.
Or so it seemed.
"Evan? What's that sound?" Sebastian asked, looking around the shelves of the library for the noise,
"I dunno. Can we not worry about it? I'm trying to study, finals are soon."
"I'm rubbing off on you. C'mon Brightman, you're a Windsor, loosen up." the taller boy said, stepping around the blonde's chair and rubbing his shoulders lightly. "At least go check out that noise."
"Why can't you do it?"
"I'm faint of heart, you know that."
"Or just a diva."
"Go look!" Sebastian whined.
"Fine." Evan said, slamming his book closed and standing up from his chair towards the direction of the sound. Eventually the noise led him outside and he was about to give up before he finally found the source.
There was a figure limping in the courtyard, as though he had been injured. Naturally, Evan went to go help but stopped short once he got a better look.
He identified the figure as Reed Van Kamp, but something was /definitely/ off.
The normally groomed and immaculate boy was shaggy and disgruntled, and his shirt and pants were torn. Evan approached him cautiously.
"Reed? God, you look like shit.."
"Well spotted."
"I bet you knew I was gonna ask but..what happened?"
"It's starting."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The outbreak. Everything we've prepared for. It's finally happening."
Evan blinked a couple times before shaking his head.
"No..no way, absolutely not. This isn't actually happening."
"Evan.."
"No! I refuse to believe it!"
Reed stood up fully, slightly bending his hurt leg as he was in quite a bit of pain.
"Evan. I barely got out alive, Lima is infested." Reed blinked once before wiping his eyes. "Shane's already dead. I-I had to end it. For him. He gave me specific instructions in case this ever happened...it was the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life."
Evan widened his eyes. This is too unreal.
Evan broke out in a run, running and running until he got to the Far East end of the Dalton building.
And he screamed.
"WHY DOES THIS HAVE TO HAPPEN NOW?! THE ONE TIME OF MY LIFE I'M ACTUALLY HAPPY, AND THEN ALONG COMES THE FUCKING ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. THANKS A LOT GOD, OR WHOEVER THE FUCK IS UP THERE. YOU ARE AMAZING." he bellowed, sticking his middle finger up towards the air.
He spun around on his heel, coming face to face with Chaz. Or..was it Chaz? It looked more like a rotting version of Chaz.
Evan let out a dry sob.
"C-Chaz? oh god, it's already hit Dalton.."
Evan ran towards the library and to his boyfriend, who was comforting him confusingly, as the blonde was in near-hysterics.
"Evan? What's happened..?"
"We need to leave. Now."
"Alright, we can go back up to Stuart-"
"No. I mean leave Dalton."
Sebastian looked at him as if he'd grown a second head.
"Leave Dalton? Why?"
"Okay, this is really hard to explain seeing as you aren't a Windsor, but long story short, the Apocalypse is happening and we need to leave."
Sebastian let out a hollow laugh.
"Do you know how ridiculous you sound? The apocalypse? That's a load of shit."
"I'm serious! This is the real deal, Smythe."
"Ooh, breaking out the last name, are we?"
"I don't have time for this!
"Oh yeah. Ain't nobody got time for the end of the world."
Evan was about to retort but froze. There was a rather hideous looking person standing right behind his boyfriend, ready to strike.
"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?"
"Sebastian. Don't. Move."
"Cut it out, Evan, this is stupid-"
He was cut off by Evan leaping onto his shoulders, kicking off and landing behind him, slamming a book into the shoulders of a random guy.
"Evan! What the hell, you can't just hit a person with a book.."
"Sebastian, this isn't a fucking person, this is a /zombie/, and I just saved your life."
Evan turned back to the body, gasping softly once it raised its head.
The zombie was what was left of a normally handsome boy named Derek Seigerson.
"King of Hearts..god, this is worse than I expected."
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!"
"I told you, dumbass, that's a zombie. Get that through your thick skull!"
Evan ran over to his bag where he knew he kept his Swiss knife and ambushed the figure from behind, stabbing it in the back.
"Holy..what the fuck, you keep a Swiss knife in your bag?"
"Sebastian. I love you. I really do. More than anything. But for your sake and for the school of Dalton, shut the fuck up."
Evan returned back to the zombie, slashing it across the chest, the wounds opening but not bleeding.
"How the fuck do you kill this thing?" He grumbled, stabbing and twisting and slicing.
Sebastian raised his hand timidly.
"I heard that you're supposed to decapitate it."
Evan sighed softly.
"Worth a shot."
He swiftly leaped onto one of the surrounding desks, launching himself off of it and landing on the zombie's back.
"Nighty-night King." Evan whispered, chopping at it's neck in one quick cut.
The head flew off the rest of the body, rolling behind a nearby shelf, leaving a trail of quickly-drying blood.
"That was hot."
"Uh huh. C'mon, we have to go get the others.."
