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A mob of scared teenagers is never the best thing to get in front of. I could see that from all the kids who got trampled because of this when the school intercom came on, telling us to calmly evacuate and follow our teachers. But suddenly he started to whisper profanities, screaming don't come in.

I headed towards the door in a calm fashion unlike everyone else, and looked down at one of the kids who had been trampled, he was reaching his hand out towards me. He had wispy brown hair, and bright green eyes.

"can you help me up?" he said then coughed.

Poor kid.

I nodded and reached out a hand, helping him up and resting one of his arms on my shoulder.

"thanks dude." he said in a raspy voice as he tried to regain his breath.

I shrugged.

"your welcome." I said calmly and we began to walk out of the classroom.

He looked around.

"what do you think is happening?" he asked.

I shook my head.

"to be honest I don't really know, but it looks like a couple of people are going crazy and attacking other people." I said in a blunt tone. Wasn't it obvious?

he looked up at me and nodded.

"that's what I was thinking." he mumbled.

He smirks.

"for some reason this is starting to remind me of dead island."

I laughed.

"yeah, and were all going to be attacked by zombies." I said sarcastically.

He chuckled.

I could still hear the frantic footsteps of the other kids running down the hall in front of us.

"i bet you the gym teacher would be happy if they ran that fast during track." I said in a sarcastic tone.

The guy next to me laughed and nodded.

"so, what's your name kid?" I asked.

He looked at me.

"I'm Brent, you?"

"Alexander, but you can call me Alex."

he nodded in agreement.

"alright."

we walked, and things seemed quiet for a little while, and I thought that the teachers had some how calmed down the other students. That is, until I heard a blood chilling scream.

"fuck." we both made our way down the hallway, and turned the corner, stopping dead in our tracks.

A male students around the age of 16 with dark brown hair was leaning over a teenage girl around the age of 15. he had a chunk of her neck hanging from his mouth as he slowly chewed and continued to claw at her.

She kept screaming and looked at us.

"help me!" she screamed in fear.

Brent nodded and ran to her, but I reached out to stop him. Something was wrong.

He slipped from my grip and limped/ran over to the two, and tackled the other boy to the ground.

"you sick fuck!" he screamed as he fought the guy.

I looked at the girl from the corner of my eye as she slumped forward, her skin seemed to be turning a sick pale gray, and dark circles began to form under her eyes.

Something, was horribly wrong.

I ran forward towards Brent and the enraged teenager, and tried to help him. The other boy looked at Brent with glassy eyes, and snapped his head up, his jaw widened, and before I could do anything, he had his teeth sinking into Brent's arm.

"fuck!" he screamed.

I looked around and saw a broom, running towards it, I grabbed it and ran back towards Brent and the cannibal like boy, lifted the broom, and slammed it against the other boys head, a sickening crack resounding in my ears. It was terribly familiar, and I almost felt like I was going to vomit.

The other boy fell back with a crack, and Brent scooted away from him. Brent looked up at Alex.

"thanks dude." he said in a breathless voice. His eyes seemed to widen as he looked in the back of me.

"behind you!"

I spun around to be met with a pair of wide, glassy eyes, and an opened mouth.

Surprise kicked in, and my fist flew forward and connected with the recently dead girls face. She flew back and her head hit the ground, but she slowly began to get up, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing? I turned the broom around in my hand, and lifted it. She limped quickly towards me, making a strange moaning sound, and I lifted the handle of the broom, and slammed it against her head. There was another crack, and my insides seemed to burn, along with my throat.

That sound.

She fell backwards.

If what I just saw was true, it meant she was somehow... turned into one of them? It sounded stupid to me, but it seemed real.

If it took a bite to do it... then...

I looked at Brent from the corner of my eye as he slowly got up, holding his arm.

"that was crazy." he mumbled.

I Slowly nodded in agreement.

"hows your arm?"

he looked up.

"it burns, but I'll be fine."

I nodded.

I hope so.

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Karine Tomiya:

that announcement was creepy as hell. I wonder what was going on?

I walked down the hall, hips swaying slightly as I made my way down the hall. Hell for all I knew a bunch of people were doing a new drug and going crazy. Reminds me of that one time where some naked homeless man ate another mans face off?

Now that, was weird.

My inner logic wouldn't let me believe what other people were screaming outside.

Zombies, are you kidding me? I thought desperately to myself.

I shook my head.

Had to be drugs, it just had to be.

I looked up the hall to see at least six or seven teenagers, they were bumping into the lockers, and each other.

"are you guys okay?" I called out.

They slowly looked up, making strange sounds.

Slowly they limped and shuffled towards me.

I tilted my head, and slowly began to back away.

"um, are you alright." I stuttered, making my way away from them as they got closer.

One of them quickened there pace, and swung there arm at me clumsily.

"hey, relax." I said in annoyance, but slight fear was beginning to boil in the pit of my gut.

He swung again, along with another one, and I decided I was getting tired of this.

I swung up a leg and caught him in the jaw, and he stumbled and hit the locker, banging his head.

The other threw itself at me and I spun out of the way, using it's shoulder as leverage, I flipped over it, Landing behind it, I kicked it in the back and it flew into a nearby trash can.

I smirked, but slowly let it drop as both of them got up easily as if I hadn't even hurt them.

"what the?" I felt two hands on either side of my face, and internally shuddered. I kicked backwards, and the hands slipped off my face, and I heard a thud.

Well, it looks like I was going to have to put a bit more eumph into it.

I smirked.

This might be kinda fun?

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Phil Angelo:

damn this was crazy? First I'm in class, now I'm running down the hallway swinging my fencing sabers at enraged teenagers?

First of all, I'm lucky I bring these things with me everywhere, secondly, what the hell was going on!?

I kicked up, slamming my foot into one of there faces, and my fencing saber followed close behind.

Blood splattered, and my nose scrunched up.

That was pretty fucked up.

I had to look for people who weren't... I wonder what I should call it?... who weren't, enraged. I'll use that for now until I know what's going on.

This was completely insane! Just a couple fucking minutes ago I was sitting in class. It's like it spread like wild fire. Everything seemed perfectly fine this morning?

"damn it, Brent, snap out of it!" I heard someone yell.

Turning the corner, I saw that Alex kid fighting off Brent from homeroom.

Alex had his hands pressed against his forearms and was pushing him away, the sound of a jaw clicking bouncing off the walls.

Damn.

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Alexander:

Brent seemed fine at the moment, except for the fact he was holding his arm and was trying to stop the bleeding, but besides that there was nothing bad happening to him.

Maybe I was wrong?

"dude we need to get out of here." he said.

I nodded.

"we should try and find the others. Being in a larger group of people would be safer." I said calmly.

Brent thought for a moment.

"we need to find weapons." he said calmly.

I nodded and grabbed his good arm.

"come with me, woodshop is just down the hall."

he nodded and followed.

When we got down the hall with no problem, I thought it was fine, until I tried to open the door and realized it was locked.

"damn it." I grumbled.

I looked around.

If you hadn't already noticed, there was a couple of dead bodies just laying there, with blood splattered against the wall.

So I got an idea.

I walked over to a girl slumped over the railing, it was obvious she was long gone, and her eyes were glassy and far away.

She wasn't moving, so I reached out and took the pink bobby pin from her long cherry red curls.

I made my way back to the door and kneeled in front of it.

I had learned how to lock and unlock doors with merely a bobby pin or something small and pointy. Don't ask, I just did.

I moved the bobby pin around for a bit, before I heard a click.

I smirked.

Standing up I opened the door and ushered Brent in. he sat on a chair, and I closed the door and locked it.

Looking around, I quickly figured something out.

Brent grabbed a long handled hammer, and I picked up a metal chair and rested it against the desk.

Grabbing an electrical saw, I easily cut through the leg in a sideways cut, and threw the chair to the ground. Cutting the top of the chair leg sideways will give me a sharper point, but I needed it sharper for this to work.

I flipped the metal chair leg around in my hand a couple of times, before going to the wood filer. If I was correct, it might be able to sharpen the metal tip?

Running the sharpener over the tip a few times, I fulled it back and smirked.

This should work.

Brent chuckled.

"you really thought that through didn't you?" he asked.

I shrugged.

"i guess so." I murmured.

I looked at him.

"you ready?" he nodded and stood up, but slightly stumbled.

I caught him.

He chuckled nervously.

"sorry." he murmured.

I nodded.

"it's fine."

we walked from the room and down the hall.

I wonder what was going on outside of the school?

I heard Brent gasp and looked at him. He sputtered out blood and fell to his knee's.

I kneeled down next to him.

"Brent, are you alright?"

his breathing was ragged, and he had suddenly turned deathly pale.

"I... I don't know." he stuttered, before coughing, blood splattering against the floor.

So my theory might not be wrong?

I placed a hand on Brent's shoulder.

"try and breath evenly, breathing heavily will just make it worse."

he nodded and tried to do as I said, but hacked up more blood anyway.

A shudder ran threw me, and Brent let out a shuddering scream, falling to the ground and holding his hands in front of his chest.

Fuck, what was I supposed to do?

I placed my hands on his shoulders.

"Brent, Brent can you hear me!?" I yelled.

He suddenly stopped, and looked up at me with wide eyes, before they slowly rolled into the back of his head, and his jaw slackened.

Damn it, damn it!

"fuck." I whispered.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to move.

I need to move, but, what if he's still alive? No, no, you saw what happened earlier! He's possibly one of them!

But I just couldn't leave until I was sure.

"B-Brent, are you alright." I said slowly.

He moaned, and turned his head, one of his eyes moving to the side, and the other pointed towards me.

Nope, he's not alright.

I moved to get up, but he was already on me.

My weapon flew from my hands and across the hall.

Fuck!

His mouth opened, and he moved to bite me.

I held his forearms and pushed at him.

God, what was happening! And how did he get so fucking strong!?

I grunted when his knee made contact with my stomach.

That hurt.

His jaw was clicking as he opened his mouth and closed it a bunch of times, trying to get to my throat.

"damn it, Brent, snap out of it!" I yelled in slight anger, and fear, though I wouldn't admit it, I was freaking out.

I gripped his shoulders tighter and shook him, trying to get lose.

His fist's were clenched and wrapped around my shirt collar, and he had his knee pressed into my ribs.

God he wasn't this fucking heavy when I carried him?

Suddenly I heard footsteps, and then the sound of metal meeting skin and bone rung in my ears, blood dripped down onto my face, and Brent's body slumped forward.

My breathing was quickened, and I threw the now lifeless body off me.

This was so sick, and strange, I almost didn't want to believe it was real.

Looking up, I saw Phil Angelo standing over me, two fencing sabers in each of his hands.

Rolling my shoulders a bit to get the pain out, I stood up and walked towards my fallen weapon.

I need to put a grip on it or something?

"thanks for helping me." I said calmly as I picked it up and looked towards Phil.

He nodded in my direction, and looked down at Brent's body.

"We should get going, find some others." he stated calmly. And I nodded.

"mm." was all I said as we made our way down the hallway.

I hope Cathy's alright?

disclaimer: I do not own highschool of the dead XD all I own is my OC. The other OC's belong to there rightful owners XD

I will be putting in more OC's, but I wasn't able to add as many as I would like into this chapter. :)

by the way, if i'm acting girly right now, it's because I'm a girl.

Lol, I think you can already see that from my user name? But yeah, i'm a girl. Kinda strange, I know. I think I play a guy character quite well XD alright, sorry I'm bragging, anyways, like I said, ownership of the other OC's belong to there rightful owners, and yes, I am still excepting OC's, so please, enter them. But I might not except them if your sign up sheet is to messy for me to read, so please, I need spaces so your words aren't bunched together.

And I want to you follow the sign up form, i'm getting a bunch of sign up forms that don't meet my standards.

But please, send me an email if you believe I did not do your character any justice.

I want to be able to get there personalities perfectly so this is actually enjoyable for you all to read :)

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