A/N: I have not updated this in FOREVER, I know.
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"Hey, you there."
I refused to turn, rather gripping the sides of my backpack tighter.
"Yeah, you. Loser."
I wished desperately that he'd leave me alone. So what if my obsession with the zombie apocalypse ran far beyond the normal teenager's dreams? It would happen some day, I knew it.
These bullies had been relentless. Always relentless.
"Mr. Zombie. You. Get your ass over here."
Finally, I turned, staring into icy, unforgiving blue eyes. "I'm not scared of you." I said quietly.
He chuckled. "You should be."
I flipped him the bird and continued down the hallway. Twelve seconds later, as he dragged me into the bathroom, I knew I'd made a big mistake.
"It's swirlie time!" Glee emanated from his voice as I was dragged before the ceramic god.
"No." I grunted. I felt for my backpack and swung it backwards towards his face. It brushed his nose, and his eyes went wide. "Oh, you're a fighter, Mr. Zombie? Let's see you fight."
As he had dragged me towards the toilet, a gathering of students had grouped around us. Now a swelling chant rose, one I'd heard before but only been a spectator to.
"Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight, fight..."
The bully swung a fist at me. I ducked under it and using my fist as I would the Zakasushi I'd trained with for hours, drove it into his stomach. He doubled over, winded, and kicked me in the face. Blood poured from my nose, but I ignored it. I knew I lacked the size and strength to fend off this gorilla, and so grabbed two items from my open backpack: a heavy textbook and a pair of scissors.
"Cheater!" cried the bully, and made a move towards the textbook, but I dropped it on his foot and then drove the scissors blade into his hand. I was only looking to bruise and humiliate, not severely injure. Only zombies deserved death.
Well, death beyond undeath.
He launched his foot at my face again, but I parried with the textbook and deftly snipped his laces. Striking at the shoe, it fell off. I picked it up and hurled it at his face.
Blood was everywhere, and I was in the thick of the fight. I drove the scissors into his arm and, pinning my foe against the bathroom wall, put the textbook against his throat. "Surrender?" I asked.
The bully coughed and choked up blood. "Yes..." he gurgled through the curtain of blood.
For a moment there was silence, then a rising cheer. Someone clapped me on the back. "Dude, you're the only person who's ever stood up to Colin before!"
I wanted to bask in the newly found glory, but there wasn't time. There was only three minutes to homeroom, and I didn't intend to be late.
I stood, gathered my things, and whisked from the room like a dark wind.
Outside the bathroom, I had only made it a few steps when I was stopped by a group of kids: two boys and two girls.
"Who are you?" I asked.
One boy briefly cracked a smile. "Name's Jake. These are Alex, Riley, and Sophia."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"We've been the only kids prepared for a zombie apocalypse until you came along." Riley responded. "Fact is, we'd like you to join us."