'Man, what a drag.' thought Lilith, burying her head into her arms as her teacher droned on and on about how important the 50 states are so important that we have them drilled into our brain.
Lilith was a straight A student, but didn't care enough to write notes. She was the type of person that people didn't approach because she looked intimidating. She was a tall beauty with long black hair and emerald green eyes. She hates wimpy people above all because they can't take care of themselves, setting the bar for friend higher than most.
Lilith looked around, having nothing else to do, looking to see if anything could turn into a weapon to kill herself if the teacher made them recite the Preamble one more time. Her attention focused toward the metal flag pole sticking from its stand.
They had about 10 minutes till lunch and everybody was waiting anxiously in their seats for the bell to ring. The previous lunch was heading back to their classrooms, acting as most idiotic high school students would. Through all the ruckus many blood-curling screams erupted, causing everybody in the classroom to look at the door and listen. The teacher stopped talking and listened with the students.
The crowd was gradually going from being a normal hallway to what sounded like a massacre. The teacher walked to the door and opened it. A teenager stumbled in, clutching to his arm. Behind him the door closed, muffling the sound outside of it. Lilith, being naturally imaginative, started thinking of what possibilities this could be.
The boy fell to the floor, looking mostly dead. The class ran toward him, as Lilith backed away. The boy was foaming at the mouth and shaking violently. He stopped moving and the teacher checked his pulse. The look on her face told it all. A few people screamed. Lilith ran to grab the flag pole, because no matter the possibilities, a boy was dead and it seemed more were dying outside of the classroom.
Sliding off the flag, she rolled it over her hand, checking her grip for it. A girl that was crying by the dead boy gasped.
"His fingers moved! I saw them!" She cried out.
She put her head about his mouth to listen for breathing. Meanwhile, Lilith was opening a window, preparing an escape route. 'What could this be' she thought. Terrorists? Pandemic?
'Maybe Zombies?' she thought.
That's when the earsplitting scream cut through the classroom. The supposedly dead boy had awoken. But with seconds of his "resurrection", he bit deeply into the kind girl's neck, crushing her major artery.
The girl screamed and fell to the floor, dead from the blood loss. The classroom erupted in a panic as the once dead now began attacking the other students.
'Definitely Zombies' thought Lilith chuckling to herself.
Opening the window and stepping out on the ledge she had a sudden urge. She cracked the window to where it was almost shut, turned around and yelled,
"CALLED IT!"