History… it's the one class we have together, and I'm lucky enough to be sitting behind him. I just get to stare at the back of his head all class… Or maybe I could just tilt my head down just a little bit. Make it look like I'm falling asleep… Wow. Kurt always wears those dress pants, which just make his ass look so… Oh my god. Don't think dirty thoughts! Don't think dirty thoughts! Fuck. Being hard in class is just not something I am comfortable with. I just have to pull in closer to my desk, no one will see.

SCREECH

Fuck! The chair would make the loudest sound in the universe. Shit everyone's looking at me. Kurt is looking at me. Why is he laughing? Just… act natural.

"David!" yelled Mr. Gooding. "Perhaps you could tell me how the Mayan's believed sacrifice would benefit their people?"

Well, that's easy. Sacrifice to the God's… room for new life… fertility, blah, blah, blah.

"Well, to start-" Dave began. He would have continued, but felt the need to stop after the lights went out. Mr. Gooding opened the classroom door, and Dave could see the lights in the halls were out, too.

"Children, stay here. I'm gonna go ask Figgins' what's up," Gooding mumbled. He walked out of the room. Suddenly everyone was whispering to each other. The girls would turn to each other and makes jokes about how they're gonna die. Frank, one of the football player's would encourage their predictions, making them scream.

Oh, please. Like they legitimately believe any of that crap.

Kurt turned around. "Pretty weird, huh?" he said. It was apparent that he had no one else to talk to. At least now he trusted Dave enough to make small talk with him.

"Yeah… Someone's gonna die," Dave chuckled.

Fuck-ing-hell. Why did I say that? I was just saying how… Fuck. Wait, he's talking back.

"Well let's hope it isn't me," Kurt said. "I'm having a Julie Andrew's movie marathon with Blaine tonight and I will not be missing it."

Julie Andrews… she's that… old chick? Probably someone only Kurt has ever heard of, no doubt.

"Um, nice," Dave said. Kurt turned around and started to read his history textbook.

Shit. Did I offend him? Damn it!

Twenty minutes had gone by and Gooding had still not returned. The class was supposed to be over by now, but the bell didn't ring. It was dark. No one left.

"Ok, this is shitty. I'm peacin' out," Ben said. He got up and headed for the door.

"Ben, don't you think we should just… you know… stay?" his girlfriend, Megan, said.

"Babe, nothing's happening. I'm gonna go home if I don't do squat here." He left, leaving Megan behind.

Another ten minutes went by. Dave would have left, but it just seemed so dark in the hallways, to the point where you nearly couldn't see. Suddenly, a man leaned into the classroom, staying by the doorway. He held a flashlight facing the children. His arrival made everyone jump, it was seriously freaky. It seemed to be a police officer.

He whispered, "Ok… I'm gonna need you all to be as quiet as you can, and come with- AHH!" The man was brought to the ground by another figure. He was screaming, and sound of tearing flesh and ripping organs filled the room. The girls screamed, and everyone jumped out of their desks and ran out of the classroom. The emergency lights lit up, and suddenly the hallways were filled with scurrying teenagers, screaming and begging to get out of there. Corpse-like figures attacked and jumped people one at a time. Dave couldn't believe what was happening. He ran, and tripped over a body on the floor. It was Kurt. Was he hurt? Does he look ok? Dave couldn't tell. He lifted him up and carried him. As he ran for the exit he saw spatters of blood amongst the chaos of kids running about. He found the body of Ben, mutilated. Dave felt sick to his stomach, but he couldn't stop. He had to get out of there, and the pressure just made Kurt feel heavier.

He finally got outside, and made it to the parking lot. Dave could see car after car leaving. Some were being beaten at by the figures. Some students were using whatever they could find as weapons against the beings: shovels, baseball bats, hockey sticks. He got to his jeep. Dave put Kurt in the passenger seat, and quickly got into the driver's side. A lineup of cars built up in the parking lot. Creatures and people were just running rabid everywhere. Dave couldn't wait. He drove across the football field, and onto the street. From there he made it to his house, about ten minutes drive away. He parked in the garage and closed it behind him. He looked at Kurt beside him. Again, with the garage door closed, he couldn't really tell if he was ok. He got out of his jeep and grabbed Kurt, carrying him into his house.

"Hello! Hello? Hello!" Dave screamed. It seemed like no one was home. Dave carried Kurt upstairs to his bedroom, and put him on his bed. He examined him, and he seemed fine. He had a slight bruise on the face. Someone must have bumped into him, which made him fall on the floor. Seeing as Kurt would be ok, Dave had other things to worry about. He ran to the kitchen to call his mom. He picked it up, but the line was dead. He panicked. He fell in a couch chair and grabbed his head. He couldn't grasp all of the things that were happening. It couldn't be real. He got a glass of milk from out of the fridge and walked back upstairs. In his room, Kurt was sitting up straight, rubbing his head.

"Whe… where am I?