Katya- Ukraine

Charlotte- Wy

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Why yes, this is a new story. I came up with the plot earlier today and just had to write it.

Think of this as a Halloween special. It'll be gory, bloody and there's a fair bit of character death. It is also Cyprus-centric with no main pairings. Basically it'll be about as popular as a traffic warden with swine flu covered in wasps. But hey, never mind. It's just a bit of fun.

Side pairings include Estukr, Sufin, and Aushun. They generally aren't focused on though.

This is just the prologue though. The rest of the fic will be set in a different location, as you can see from the summary. I wanted to write something from Cyprus' point of view because I really don't write him enough despite him being my favourite character. Even the one other fic where he's a main character, it's told from someone else's point of view. (…OH FUCK I FORGOT TO UPDATE THAT… I'll do that next! Then return to this!)

Oh, I'd like to note that Charlotte is in year 6, not aged six. For any non-UK viewers, that means she was about ten.

Is this fic inspired by the zom-b books by Darren Shan? Somewhat, yes, as well as 'trust me, I'm a junior doctor' which is one of my all time favourite books.

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There was no one left.

Katya sobbed and trembled in the corner of the classroom, surrounded by upturned desks and bloodstains. The drawings pinned to the walls were coated in the stuff too. Gore covered the carpet, trampled in by children who had fled from certain death only an hour ago. Now they were all gone. Had some escaped? She had no way of knowing. The monsters had killed so many. Katya had tried to protect the children the best she could, but most had panicked and ran, darting down the corridors in different directions and she simply couldn't follow them all. The ones she saw were soon either cut down or turned.

They just turned into monsters before her eyes, and her own students then tried to kill her.

So she'd ran.

She struggled to quell her whimpers. She knew she had to be as quiet as possible because the monsters were still out there. Katya curled up tighter, hugging herself and sniffing. Her cheeks were streaked with tears and her fingers covered in blood. Her tights were full of ladders and her jumper and skirt were covered in intestines from where she and a dinner lady had slipped, pursued by a drooling, growling co-worker. Her only saving grace was that said undead co-worker had gone for the dinner lady instead of her.

Katya wondered what her next move should be. Ever since she'd burst into the empty classroom about ten minutes ago, she'd just hidden, letting her emotions out and praying the monsters would leave her alone.

She glanced at the window, allowing hopelessness to wash over her. Of course she'd pick a room on the second storey! Maybe one of her students could make the drop, but she certainly couldn't! Should she wait for the emergency services? Should she make a run for it?

Katya wanted so much to believe a swarm of policemen and soldiers were already battling their way through the school to rescue survivors, but it was a slim chance and she couldn't pin her life on slim chances.

Besides, there was something dodgy about this. All the fire exits had been jammed and the doors locked, as if someone had planned the whole thing. That thought terrified her. The idea that someone wanted to deliberately kill several hundred children at once made her feel sick to the core.

It also made her realise she wasn't getting out alive.

Then she heard it.

Just barely on the edge of her hearing range, there was the sound of a footstep. Katya squeaked and curled up tighter against the upturned desk she was sheltering behind. Another footstep followed, and another.

It started growling. As the thing slowly walked towards the classroom, she prayed the monster would just walk past. She was hidden. Surely the thing wouldn't hear her. It would just walk by. It would leave her alone.

Katya silently wailed. She didn't dare make a noise. Didn't dare breathe. The thing came closer… closer… it was right outside the door.

It kept walking.

Katya gave the tiniest of sighs, relief washing over her. The monster's footsteps continued past, growing ever fainter. She was safe for a while longer. She trembled as her nerves broke and she gave the tiniest of cries.

The footsteps stopped.

Katya was filled with a cold dread as the footsteps started up again, this time drawing ever closer. And that was it. Now she was sobbing audibly. Katya didn't want to die. She didn't ask for this! She wanted to go home to her boyfriend Eduard and their goldfish and a warm cup of coffee. Why was this happening?

The thing was outside the door now, and Katya gathered her senses together long enough to stop blubbing. She was hidden, so maybe it wouldn't see her.

As long as she stayed silent.

It opened the door and came in, turning the handle and casting a beam of garish artificial light from the corridor across the room. Katya didn't move. Maybe it hadn't seen her yet.

The thing pulled the desk away with a crash and Katya leapt up, screaming. She ran to the corner of the room in a panic, wheeling round to find one of her students looking at her hungrily, brains dripping from her mouth as she inched towards her teacher.

Charlotte Cook had been a lively Year Six child, always getting into scraps with the boys in her class. She was the child who always got in trouble for keeping bugs in her desk, talking too loudly and getting dirt on her uniform.

And now she was going to kill her teacher.

Katya whimpered and pleaded with the dead girl to spare her, but Charlotte was beyond reasoning. She just kept walking, and Katya was too terrified to run.

Then, when the child was almost upon her, something kick-started her legs and she made a bolt for the door.

But it was barred.

A large, imposing figure in a hooded jacket stood in front of the door, blocking her escape. His arms were folded and he had the tiniest of smiles on his face.

"Please," she begged, "let me pass!"

"But where will you run to? Why bother running?" his smile widened, "just accept your fate."

"Please, I don't want to die," Katya clasped her hands together and held them out in front of her, "I want to see my boyfriend and siblings again! I'll do anything! I haven't done anything wrong! Why is this happening?"

The man didn't reply. Instead, he turned to the dead girl and nodded.

"Kill her."

Katya could only scream as the child pulled her back and tore into her skull.