I pulled up into the school, finishing off the last of my cookie and brushing the crumbs off of my face. I got out of the truck and jogged up to the glass doors of the high school.

Everyone was buzzing about some kind of bug making its way around school. But from others, I heard it was everywhere. Not just the school, but the whole world was suffering from some weird fever. Doctors didn't know what to diagnose it as and a few people had already died of it already.

I tried to ignore the sickie talk and made my way towards the Spanish classroom. There were supposed to be like 10 people taking this exam at this time, but only 2 people other than me were actually in the room. I took a seat and started taking the exam, a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach.

It was about half-way through test-taking time and I was still only on question 6. What the hell is a "tengo"? Why don't I ever pay attention in class? I shook my head and tried to think back to our lessons.

But my thinking was interrupted by a deep gurgling snarl somewhere to my right.

I looked over at Troy, the kid beside me. He was asleep, so I figured it must've been him.

But then the Spanish teacher, Miss Hanset, spoke up, "Jeremy, are you all right?"

I looked over at Jeremy who was just on the other side of Troy. His face was down, but from the side, I could see blood dripping from his mouth. The snarls seemed to emanating from him. Was he having a seizure? Was he having a heart attack? Or was he just bleeding profusely from his main orifice for no apparent reason?

"Jeremy?" I asked quietly from where I was sitting.

His head snapped up, making a horrid cracking sound. His eyes, blood-shot in the whites, contrasting terrifyingly against the clouded-over blue of his irises, focused in on me. His skin was deathly pale and blood was still seeping from his mouth.

I jumped from my seat, falling onto the ground. "What the fuck?" I yelled. I knew normally I would've been reprimanded for my foul language by Miss Hanset, but she was seeing the same thing I was.

She backed up, hitting the bookshelf behind her.

Jeremy stood, seeming to limp and came out from behind his desk. His movements were awkward and he didn't seem like he knew what to do with his arms.

The bump Miss Hanset made against the bookshelf caused his attention to be drawn to her. He watched her with what I could only describe as hunger. I wanted to get up from my seat on the ground and bolt from the room, but my legs weren't working.

Just as Jeremy was about to lunge forward over the desk, Troy snorted in his sleep. Jeremy looked down to Troy's body sleeping just beside him.

I had an inkling of what might happen next, but I didn't believe it until I saw it and even then I had trouble accepting it.

Jeremy bent down and grabbed Troy's hair in his hand, pulling his head up by the brown locks.

Troy's eyes opened slowly. "What are you doing, man?" he asked, confused. Jeremy's hold on his hair tightened and Troy winced. "Hey, let go, man!"

Then Jeremy sunk his teeth into Troy's neck, cutting off all further arguments.

Miss Hanset screamed and left the room.

My legs decided to listen finally and I ran out of the classroom, spotting another of the Jeremy-like monsters at the end of the hall, munching on a girl in her Junior year by the name of Sally. I never really liked Sally. But still, it was terrifying and I felt a little sad upon seeing it.

I dashed out of the doors of the school and into the parking lot. I started my truck up and left the school far behind me. I knew where I was going, but I wasn't sure why. I turned onto the familiar street and pulled up on the curb, getting an eerie feeling as I noticed that no one was out I the streets.

The lights of the Chinese food restaurant I worked at were all off, but I had a key so I unlocked the door and slipped inside, locking the door behind me just in case.

The owner of the restaurant was Korean and not Chinese so it confused me as to why he had opened a Chinese food restaurant in the first place. Mr. Kang, the owner, had been good friends with my father since they were in college. He had gotten me this job when I was 14, busing tables.

His son, Glenn, was 4 years older than me, but he had been my best friend since we were infants. Our dads had thrown us together a lot when we were younger and they would have man time. Glenn also worked here when he wasn't delivering pizzas, but no one was in here now.

"Mr. Kang?" I called out, cautiously peeking in the dining room area. "Glenn?"

I heard the bell above the door ring and turned, heart beating fast.

But it was just Glenn, shoving his key ring in his pocket. "Hey," Glenn said, waving.

I waved weakly back and leaned against the wall, sliding down it until my butt hit the ground. I groaned and closed my eyes, trying to block the image of Troy getting chomped on out of my head.

Glenn rushed over, kneeling down. "The Spanish exam wasn't that bad, was it?" he asked, not joking in the slightest.

I opened my eyes and cracked a tiny smile, unable (even in my current predicament) to resist the joke that came out. "Killer."

He gave me an odd look and then threw a glance around the inside of the restaurant. "Where is everyone? There's no one here, no one in the streets, and there was no one at the pizza place either."

I shrugged, looking over at the main office door. I struggled to get to my feet and thought I heard something scraping against the floor on the other side of that door. I narrowed my eyes at it and cocked my head to the side as the door handle jiggled, but didn't turn all the way.

"That must be my dad," Glenn said, strutting over to the door and opening it.

"Glenn, don't-"

What used to be Mr. Kang stumbled out of the office, covered in blood and bite marks. He held his hands out for Glenn, snarling. Even in the darkness of the restaurant, Glenn could tell something was terribly wrong.

"What the-?" he stumbled backwards and tripped over the carpet, landing on his back.

Mr. Kang tried to lean down and grab and presumably eat him, but I picked up the closest thing to me, a telephone, and ripped its cords, hurling it straight at my boss's face. Most people would have loved to do that due to a deep hatred of their boss, but it pained me to do this. That man had been like a second father to me.

It hit him right in the face, causing him to stumble back into the room.

I ran forward, shutting the door, but his hand had gotten between the door and the doorjamb. It was wriggling around, trying to grab hold of anything human. I pushed on the door, but all that came from putting all of my 120 pounds of weight on it was a satisfying crack. I wanted to throw up, but I held it in. I grabbed hold of the hand and pushed it through the slim opening in the door and shut it, locking it from the outside with the key I still had in my hand.

When the door was locked, I took a few steps back, tears blurring my vision.

Glenn was sitting on the floor, still staring in horror at the door and breathing hard. "What the hell was that?"

I shook my head. "I think… I think it was a zombie."

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