It just…happened. There we all were, sat in one of our final lectures listening to our lecturer, Ronald, talk about the principles of groundwater when he stopped mid-sentence. To be frank, I hadn't really been listening at all, I was doodling in my workbook pretending to get something important down so it looked like I was a good student, until I heard people begin to shout. I looked up into a sea of commotion, students staring at the front where Ronald had fallen to the floor with laboured breaths. Two of my class mates, Natalie and Oscar, had rushed forward to help him; I would of too but it was one of those moments where you couldn't really grasp what was going on.

"I think he's having a heart attack!" someone shouted from behind

Natalie fumbled around, not sure what to do "Someone get help!"

Oscar, who had been standing beside her and Ronald, ran out the door seconds after she had shouted those words. Natalie, distraught, tried to calm Ronald down while the rest of the class muttered and panicked in their seats as we all watched Ronald die in front of our very eyes. I looked around me, to Jane who was sat beside me, and to the other faces in the room; they all looked like Deer caught in the headlights. I turned my attention back to Ronald and Natalie as soon as I had grasped that everyone else- myself included- was absolutely useless.

From the front row, I could see Ronald's life slowly slipping away; Natalie could see it too, she had turned pale and was shaking as she tried to keep the poor guy alive but it was not much use. We all watched as Ronald gasped for air and those on the front row watched as his chest movements slowly ceased to exist. Silence fell upon the room. At first, I did not believe he was dead. I kept watching his chest for movements, but there were none…not even the faintest of rises. It was a rather surreal moment, I think everyone thought that, to have your lecturer die of a heart attack on one of the last days of term. I couldn't help but look around at the handful of students who sat in the room with us, all of them were unmoving as they struggled to come to terms of what had just happened. I looked at the door and wondered where Oscar was, and if he had gotten the help Ronald needed- well. Had needed.

Finally I turned my attention to Natalie, who was crying beside Ronald's motionless body as if he was some great hero. Alexis made her way to the front after a minute or two, to comfort her friend. I glanced down, trying to think of something to say but I couldn't. Nerves usually set me off into a rambling mess, talking about anything and everything; however I couldn't even put a simple sentence together. I had never seen someone actually die before.

"Look!" someone shouted from further down the front row

Looking up, I could see what this person was pointing out. Ronald's hand was twitching and his body was beginning to move again. Everyone had begun to mutter again but I kept quiet. I felt as if I was suddenly in danger, a primal feeling had begun to stir inside me as I watched Ronalds body move- it was dread.

"Ronald," Natalie said, sniffing as she leant over him to check that he was actually alive "Ronald are you okay?"

That's when Ronald- or at least what was Ronald- suddenly leant up and latched onto Natalie's neck using his teeth. Natalie screamed gutturally, then Alexis screamed and then everyone else began to scream too. Blood streamed from where Ronald was literally mauling Natalie alive as her body twitched violently but by that time, everyone was one their feet; except Alexis who was stood shaking staring at Natalie getting eaten alive. I scrambled to my feet, tripping over my backpack as I did. Everyone else was running in a sea of chaos, jumping over seats and pushing people out of the way in an attempt to escape.

By the time I had gotten to my feet after tripping over my bag, Ronald had launched himself at Alexis and was now trying to eat her too. Natalie was dead, or at least I thought she was until she sat up- her mouth a jar in a permeant gasp. For a few seconds I was frozen, my brain was trying to compute what the fuck was happening but flight or fight took over and I soon found myself running too- back pack in hand- away from the lecture theatre.