A/N: Second chapter! Read, review, and subscribe! Or not, it's a free country. But aside from my begging for more attention, sorry for taking FOREVER to make a second chapter. All it took was a little inspiration from some quality time on Omegle. Suddenly, BOOM. Inspiration.

I can't tell you what happened after that. I just remember running, screams, and me finding myself armed with a razor at the other end of the school. Sweating heavily and gripped by panic, I went into my Media Productions classroom. I glanced into the side rooms and in between the rows of computers, not seeing anything.

Pulling up a chair and sitting down in it I sighed heavily. "The shit hit the fan didn't it?" I said to myself.

"Oh yes it did." Said a female voice from the other end of the classroom.

"GAH! Jesus Christ you just scared the shit out of me!"

"I do what I can." The mysterious voice turned out to be Dannie, possibly my hottest friends that just so happened to be a girl. She walked out from behind the giant green screen in the far end of the room. "What brings you here?"

"Gee, maybe it's all the zombies! I don't have a clue! And when did you get so confident during the GOD DAMNED APOCALYPSE?"

"Whoa, seriously Sean, calm down, okay? I was just trying to-"

"CALM DOWN? YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN? THERE ARE HUNDREDS, LITERALLY FUCKING MILLIONS OF ZOMBIES OUT THERE AND YOU WANT ME TO CALM DOWN? WE COULD BE KILLED ANY-" I stopped. Mainly for two reasons. One, Dannie was staring at me, horrified with my outburst. And second, there was a bang from the door. "Oh God, not this. Not now."

You know those people you just see often but never speak to? Just walk by and continue on with your day. Yeah, well, one of them was at the door. More like smashing the door. Actually, more like smashing the thin glass plate that separated it from us. He was definitely a student. No self-respecting teacher would wear a backwards hat, over-sized hoodie, and skinny jeans hanging below the waist by a colorful plastic belt. He looked at me with cold, bloody eyes. He barred his teeth and showed little bits of flesh in between his teeth and a missing piece of flesh from his neck.

He opened his mouth and let out a long, haunting moan. The scene will stick with me for years. Dannie looking terrified at me and the zombie, me standing there paralyzed with shock, and another zombie right behind the original one. But, this one I recognized. It was Rachel, the one girl I couldn't help but antagonize in Geometry. I suppose I felt bad. I felt really bad. This was that ditzy girl I couldn't stop poking and prodding with various insults, and now I could never make fun of her again because she's right here trying to eat me. Ferally scratching in my direction. What a tragedy.

More zombies came and it soon became obvious that we had to go. Now.

"Okay Dannie, you wont believe how much thought I put into this scenario during school. But now that its actually happening, well, I'm pulling a blank."

"Well what do we do?" She said with alarm present in her voice. I don't blame her. Five zombies at the door and absolutely no idea what to do. All I could imagine was that things were going to remain this way for years, maybe decades. Maybe even until the end of the century.

"Alrighty, I'll open the back door over here and we run into the parking lot. From the 2600's I only saw about fifty to a hundred of them. Luckily they're the slow and stupid kind. Romero kind. We can run, for a house, for a car, for whatever we can find. Ready?" I had my hand on the back doors handle. Pictures and measurements of the teachers parking lot ran through my head. Sidewalk, asphalt, divider, asphalt, divider, cars. Easy short run. But there had to be at least 2500 other kids with the same idea. RUN.

"Okay, I think I can do this. But Sean, what if one of them is out there?"

"Well," I rummaged through a drawer, pulling out another razor we use for cutting plastic and such, a roller to smooth stuff out, and a pair of scissors, "use these." As soon as the words fell out of my mouth the now ten zombies broke through the door. "OkayfuckthisletsGOGOGO!"

The light of the sun was a little bright but thankfully the door was placed just in the right position to blind anyone leaving before noon. Noon. What time was it? Not now. Me and Dannie took off for the parking lot. I could see a mass of over 150 zombies at each entrance. Suddenly, there was a crash of glass and both crowds disappeared into the school. "Oh my god... Oh my fucking god..." I stood stupefied as I heard screaming and moaning mixed together into a horrible musical of death and carnage. Soon, people were jumping out of windows, zombies in tow. Some even jumped from the second story and disappeared into the foliage. "Oh my god!"

"SEAN! Come ON! I found a car that's open we can go!" I couldn't hear her. All I could hear was my brain dumping every little fact about life. Literally pouring out of my head as screams, blood, and death filled it. "Sean we have to go NOW!"

"O-okay, I'll-I'll get going." Walking between the teachers cars was a new experience for me. Each car was perfect and pristine. Covered in the early morning mist like nothing ever happened. Waiting for their owners to return. Something that may never happen.

Dannie took me to a mid-sized sedan. I think it was a Toyota or a Honda, regardless we got in. Dumbass left the keys in there and Dannie started up the car. "You know I don't have my license right?"

"Dannie, I couldn't care less. Kick this fucking thing into high gear and drive. Where? I don't know. When? Now would be a great time! Why? Because there's a fucking zombie right there!" As the words left my mouth the zombie slammed his fists on the car. Dannie panicked and stomped on the gas pedal, putting him under the car. "Smooth moves." I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster.

"Psh, shut up." The car lurched forward and stopped. Lurched again and stopped.

"Dannie, haven't you ever driven before?"

"Well I told you I didn't have a license!"

"Okay whatever. I drive now. At least I have some experience."

"I'm sure you do, Sean, I'm sure you do." She said, full of spite.

We got out and I moved around the front of the car as she moved around the back. I sat down in the drivers seat and she took the passenger. I put on my seatbelt by a mix of habit and irony. "Safety first, eh?"

"Shut up."

"Whatever." I drove, awkwardly, out of the teacher parking lot and into the bus parking lot. There were 20 zombies or so meandering about. Traffic cones. I started to drive between them to try and tone my skill. After maneuvering around 17 "cones" I over-steered and drove onto the curb leading to the school. Then someone, non infected, totally not covered in blood, ran out. I honked my horn and they ran to the car.

"Holy shit. Dannie it's Eric!" It really was. Non-bitten, non-bleeding, non-cannibal Eric!

"OH MY FUCKING GOD WHATS GOING ON?" Eric screamed into my ear.

"Zombie apocalypse Eric, yeah, it's fucking happening."

"Where are we going?" Dannie said.

"Anywhere really. But I need to stop at the Middle School. There's something I need to check up on."