As Yet Untitled
A/N This is my first fanfic, although its really just a story. I have posted it under The Enemy, as it uses the same disease. None of Charlie Higson's characters will appear though, at least for the foreseeable future.
It all started on a Wednesday. An odd day for it to start, really. Nothing exciting ever happens on a Wednesday. The signs had been there for ages, but nobody had read them. The freak weather had started 2 months ago, and despite the expectance of a wet Christmas, it looked like we would get a white Christmas. The snow had fallen every day for 2 months. Still, the roads were cleared and life continued. I was going to school on that Wednesday, and the 7 minute walk was quieter than usual. There were no parents dropping their kids off at the Day Care, almost no traffic as I crossed the roads. Of course, I had my headphones in and missed all of this.
I reached school at about 8:15, same time as normal. As usual, everyone was crowding the radiators in the cloakroom. As I swung off my coat, a voice shouted,
"Hey, Tom! Did you see the news last night?" This was my friend Aaron. We had been close ever since he joined the school in Year 7.
"Nope, why?"
"Some guy went crazy in London, and started biting people! He had killed 4 guys before the police subdued him, with a Taser!"
Another voice, Alex this time, came in,
"No way! The same thing happened in Newcastle when I was at my mum's at the week-end!"
"It's probably some drug or something, makes you get the munchies real bad!" I joked, before pretending to bite Alex's shoulder.
At form time, we were all talking about random crap that we had watched on TV. When our form tutor came into the room, late as usual, I shouted out,
"Hey Miss, what do you think about all these people biting each other! Is it the Zombie Apocalypse!"
The teacher just groaned, and lunged forward, teeth gnashing.
"Woah!" Yelled Alex in surprise, as he dived out of the way. "Careful Miss!"
As she turned for another swipe, another boy, Michael, grabbed a test tube from the shelf. He smashed it against the teachers head, and the stabbed her with the broken glass.
"Jesus Michael, what the hell!" I yelled, and the sound made the teacher turn and lunge for me. Without thinking I used the two nearest desk for support, and swung my feet up, planting them hard into the teacher's forehead. She stumbled backwards, fell onto a stool that had been overturned in the commotion. The legs tore through her skin like it was paper, and she lay on the ground, blood bubbling out of her mouth and pooling on the floor.
As the class stood around her twitching body, a voice said,
"Maybe it is the Zombie Apocalypse…" It was only afterwards I realised the voice was me.
A/N Thanks for reading! Only a short chapter, more of an introduction really. Any reviews would be greatly appreciated, and would probably motivate me to write more. Updates are unlikely to be regular, due to it being nearly Christmas and me being in the middle of GCSE's! But yeah, please review and stuff…
