Chapter 1 It Begins
"Mr. Barker. Mr. Barker wake up!" "Huh, what's wrong?" "Listen Mr. If I catch you sleeping one more time in my class I will personally make sure you have detention for the rest of the year."
John Barker was a student at Westville High. He had a few close friends but he knew and was know by mostly everyone in the school. The one thing that he was most interested in was video games. Yes, he was a video gamer. Of course the one type of games he loved the most were the Resident Evil series. He had played and beaten every RE game ever made and so had his friends, but the one thing that set him apart from his friends was that the game meant something to him more than just something to play. It was real…
John sat hunched over in his seat with his head resting on his hand. He paid no attention to his algebra teacher mainly because he was brilliant in math so he never needed to work in that class. He was looking out the second story window over looking the football field. Just beyond the field was a line of forest that signified the school's land boarder. He was falling asleep again. Then something happened that could not be explained, why it happened or how John was looking at it the precise moment it happened. He saw the man in the black suit with a black trench coat on just standing. The man was looking at the school, but more in particular he was looking at John. Then at least 10 feet into the woods he saw them. Zombies! They may have been over 150 yards away but he'd notice them any were, having shot at them hundreds of times in his games. There were dozens of them they walking rather fast and they had pasted the place were the man was standing who had suddenly vanished. John couldn't move! He feared the madness that would befall on this school. Everyone was doomed!
"Mr.Barker that's the last straw I'm calling the principal." It was just a dream John thought. "Thank God." He let out with a sigh. His head leaned back and he turned to the side to look out the window then his heart stopped. The zombies were still there! It wasn't just a dream it was real and now John had to stop it like how he stopped it in all his games. "Hey where do you think you're going Mr.!" Yelled Mrs. Clifford, but it was to late, John had already jumped out of his seat and was dashing down the hall. He got to the steps and ran down them so fast he tripped and fell down the last five. He landed on shoulder but received no serious damage. "You fucking idiot." John said to himself. He got up and ran down the hall as fast as he could and when he got to the back door he slammed on his breaks and slide 3 feet. He looked out the door window and saw the zombies. They were still coming and were not stopping. Ben, the grounds keeper was only 20 feet away from them. John new he had to warn him because good old warm hearted Ben didn't deserve this fate. John opened the door and yelled to him, but Ben couldn't hear him because he was listening to his headphones. John screamed with all his might, and when the zombies were about 6 feet away Ben looked up he saw John and took of his head phones. "Look out Ben they're right behind you!" he heard John say. Ben turned around for a quick glance and did not look again. He saw the monsters and it scarred him out of his feet. He ran like he had never run in his life. "Yeah Ben you got away!" John yelled to his friend. "Jeez kid, lets get out of hear." Ben was only 10 feet from the door when the gunshot went off. The bullet passed through Ben's knee cap. John wondered where the shot came from and turned to see the man in black standing on the side of the building with his pistol raised. "What the fuck are you doing!" John yelled at the man, and he started running over to Ben. He was stopped in his tracks when another shot was fired at John's feet. The man meant bussiness, and John had to back away and go back inside the school. He couldn't do anything, and know with his back turned to the door he ran back down the hall having to leave poor Ben as food for the beast.
Ben yelled in pain as he held his right hand over his right knee. He rolled over onto his back and saw the horror approaching him. The worst part of his death was not all the pain he felt as the zombies tore open his stomach, but the wait. Ben had to wait what seemed like an eternity before the zombies got to him. He tried yelling for help, but no one would come. His mind was racing, and all sorts of thoughts were cramming up inside his head so much that it hurt. Anyone can die, that's the easy part. The hard part is preparing yourself for it. Chapter 2 coming soon