When you threaten me, I ignore you but when you threaten my friend's life, you better expect to pay the consequences.

"Mark Bish, still alive I see." I said with an annoyed voice.

"Ah great him again, I thought I straightened him out good. I knew I should've hit him harder." The voice said.

"That's right I'm still alive and kickin'. So Stephen. How are you? Doing well I hope." He said with a joyous expression.

"Really? Because you look like crap." And I was right his clothes were torn and blood stained, his face was covered in cuts and bruises, a few teeth were missing and gauze was wrapped around his left eye. But he still maintained that damn cocky smile; I couldn't bear the sight of it.

"Did you do that?" I asked the voice.

"You bet your ass I did."

I looked at Mark's friends and then back at him.

"You guys realize there's a zombie outbreak going on, right?" I asked him.

They looked at each other "Yes we do, and it's the perfect time to get some payback." Mark answered.

"Wait, what?"

"Think about it with the whole world in chaos it's very difficult for the cops to maintain order, which means we can do whatever we want."

"You see," he started.

"After you kicked the crap out of me, the teachers had to put me in the nurses office because something was happening at the hospital, after they stopped the bleeding and patched me up I had to wait for my parents to pick me up. After waiting 30 minutes the speakers went on and told us that something had happened I didn't give a damn what happened so I took a nap. Then I heard screams coming from the hallway I got up and went to check it out, to my surprise I find a teacher biting into a girl, he tore a chuck out of her neck. At first I thought I was seeing things because I did get my head smashed until he turned to me and began stumbling in my direction. I still thought I was seeing things he grabbed me and tried to eat me, I punched him but he wouldn't let go I kept on punching him, then Dale and Bob here came up from behind, pulled it off then Dale smacked it in the head with a bat."

"By the way thanks for that Dale." He said to the guy with the shaved head. He gave him a thumbs up.

"After waiting awhile everything got quiet when we tried to leave that's when we saw you making your way towards the entrance. My hatred towards you began to boil inside of me. How was a pathetic piece of shit like you still alive? I wanted to watch those freaks rip you apart, that's why I pulled the fire alarm."

"Why would you do that?" Karen asked.

Mark's smile vanished from his face. "Why? I'll tell you why." He pointed to me "It's because of that little asshole right there."

Karen looked at me I could tell she was confused ; I guess she didn't see the fight.

"Do you know what it feels like to be publicly humiliated by getting your ass kicked by a weakling?"

"Uhh…" Karen said.

"No you don't!" he shouted.

"And now you're going to pay for it!"

"I was hoping the zombies would've ripped you apart when I pulled that alarm…"

I looked at Karen she looked at me.

"…But when that failed I had to use your girlfriend here as bait to lure you back here. I just knew you wouldn't abandon such a fine piece of ass like hers."

Karen hissed in disgust.

"She's not my girlfriend." I retorted.

Mark shrugged his shoulders "Whether she is or not, I really don't give a damn." He then nodded to Bob, the blonde one.

Bob grabbed Karen. "Hey, let me go!" she yelled.

"Don't you touch her!" I screamed. I charged but was interrupted by Dale, who punched me in the stomach, I dropped the axe and fell to my knees I held my stomach in pain I felt as if I were on the verge of throwing up.

Mark walked towards me "And now your girlfriend is going to watch as I beat the shit out of you."

I looked at Karen I could see terror in her eyes. I let a smile escape me. "Close your eyes, I'll be okay." I said calmly. She closed her eyes, but in the back of my mind I didn't know if I was going to be okay.

Mark tore off my backpack and threw it across the floor then he kicked me in the back I held in the pain, he picked me up by the neck and proceeded to punch me in the stomach I tried my best not to let out a cry or a whimper he kept punching the same area over and over and over again he then punched me in the kidneys I fell to the ground. I tried to catch my breath but every time I took one it felt like someone was stabbing my lungs with an ice pick, he then stepped on my right hand I could feel the cut reopen I still didn't scream because that's exactly what he wants me to do. He picked me up again by the neck and squeezed.

"I want to hear you beg for your life." He said.

"F-F-uc-k yo-u!" I muttered.

Mark got even angrier he punched me in the jaw my glasses flew off. My locket caught his eye. "Still wearing that shit?" He spat at me. Once again he ripped it off and threw it to the ground.

"What'cha gonna do about it!"

I just stared into his eyes "This dickhead never learns does he?" the voice said.

Karen had enough she struggled to get free, she then bit Bob's arm he screamed in pain she broke free to try and help me but it was in vain as Dale punched her in the back of the head. He must'vehit her hard because she fell to the ground. "Not again." She muttered before slipping into unconsciousness.

Mark snapped at Bob. "Jesus Christ, can't you watch over a freaking girl."

"She fuckin bit me!" he argued.

Mark turned his attention towards me. "I must say you've got one helluva girl there but let's not forget that cute little redhead. After I'm done with you me and the boys are going to have some fun with them." They all laughed I clinched my fists in anger, I felt so fucking helpless I could imagine the girls screaming for help but no one would hear them. Mark wrapped his hands around my neck, making it very difficult to breathe. He picked me and started to strangle me. I could feel the life draining out of me as I desperately gasped for breath; my vision was starting to blacken.

I kept thinking "No, not now! Not yet!"

"I'll take care of it." The voice reassured me.

Stephen stopped breathing Mark felt satisfied. "I think he's dead," Dale said.

"Finally…" Mark's grip began to lessen "…this little faggot is dead."

Stephen's blank expression turned to a sadistic smile. "Never let your guard down."

Mark was shocked "How the…" Stephen then sent his fist into Mark's already broken nose. He let go and stumbling back. They stared at Stephen in awe. Stephen dusted himself off; he took off his hoodie and tied it around his waist then glared at them. "What are you fuckers waiting for?" He got into a fighting stance "I'm right here!" Mark looked at his friends "Well go get him!" They looked at each other then charged at him, bats at the ready. Bob swung first Stephen calmly stepped back the bat missed him by an inch. He yanked the bat out of Bob's hands and swung it into his stomach. Dale tried to surprise Stephen but he performed a roundhouse kick to Dale's face sending him flying, landing next to Mark.

"And you call me the weakling" Stephen muttered.

Stephen threw the bat back at Bob. "You guys are fucking pathetic." He mocked.

In a fit of rage Bob picked it up and charged again. Stephen sighed, "You guys never learn. Do you?"

"Your mine!" Bob shouted, confident that he would win. As the bat came down Stephen grabbed it with only one hand. "Pitiful" he once again yanked the bat out of his hands and swung directly into Bob's knees, before Bob knew it his kneecaps had blown out the back of his legs Bob fell to the floor howling in agony, oh such sweet agony. Stephen's smile grew even bigger; Bob had been crying his eyes out. Dale and Mark just stood there, watching in horror.

"You sick bastard!" Dale blurted out.

"Am I now?" Stephen said in a deep voice.

Stephen stepped on Bob's arms until he heard them snap. Bob cried even harder. Dale charged in to save his friend. Stephen dodged the attack and right hooked him sending him flying off his feet and smacking face first onto the floor, as if not missing a beat Stephen jumped on him and twisted Dale's head all the way around. Stephen got up and walked over to Bob.

"P-Plea-se do-n't" he begged.

Stephen raised his foot and slammed it down hard on Bob's skull, killing him.

Stephen cracked his neck, "Next!"

Mark then stabbed him in the back with a pocketknife, Stephen didn't flinch instead his smile disappeared. Mark thought he had won but he was stunned when Stephen pulled out the knife "You missed by a couple of inches." He told Mark. Mark fell over trying to get away, Stephen slowly walked towards him.

"Now…" Stephen licked the blade tasting his own blood "…I want to hear you beg."

Mark got up on his knees and started begging for his life. Stephen reached into Mark's coat pocket and pulled out his locket he opened it up.

"What did I say last time!" Stephen said. Mark looked at him, confused. "Let me refresh your memory." He jammed the knife into Mark's stomach "Look at me." Mark was too focused on the wound, Stephen snapped at him "LOOK AT ME!"

Mark looked into his eyes they were full of hate "If you EVER touched this again I would fucking KILL you!" he drove the knife deeper in. "S-Stephen please!" he begged. He puched it even deeper.

"Stephen's not here." He said as he violently pulled the knife out along with Mark's intestines."It's Drake!" he said as Mark let out a bloodcurdling scream blood was spaying out of him, Mark's skin turned pale which was a sign he was on the verge of dying.

"But wait, there's more." Drake said joyously. He grabbed the intestines and wrapped them around Mark's neck. He kicked him down and pulled as hard as he could, the intestines were slippery. Drake placed his foot on Mark's head and pulled tighter he then raised his foot and slammed it down onto his neck, he heard a loud snap, and just like that Mark's neck was broken.

Drake stood over his victims, trumpet he held his arm out and screamed, "I'VE WOOOOOOONNNNNNN!"

The center of the gym was now painted in blood. He folded the knife and placed it in his pocket then looked at himself "Oh dear, I've made quite a mess." He untied his hoodie and put it back on. He also put his backpack and glasses back on. Next he went to pick up some weapons, he stuffed his pack with the 2 baseball bats and the axe then made his way into the boy's locker room to wash the blood off. He turned the sink on and ran his hands under the water. "Stephen would probably freak out if he knew what I did but it felt so damn good." He washed his face with a cloth after he was done the sink had blood still in it, he stared into the mirror "You look like hell." He said to himself. "You don't look so good yourself." The reflection said back. Drake punched the mirror. "No one asked you." He said. He walked back out into the gym and saw that the zombies were breaking in.

"Aw shit!" he exclaimed. He didn't want to be lunch for Them luckily the back doors in the gym lead outside. There were too many of Them he couldn't fight them all. He started for the door when he realized Karen and Amanda were still knocked out. "Damnit" he muttered. "Stephen would probably kill me if I left them." He picked Amanda up and put her over his shoulder then he picked up Karen and carried them toward the exit. When he opened the door the sunlight blinded him for a second. Drake placed both of them on the ground and closed the door.

Drake looked around no zombies were in sight, from where he was standing he could see the parking lot. Amanda finally woke up she looked to be in a daze she looked up at him.

"You came back."

"*Sigh* Unfortunately." He muttered.

"Hey, do you hear any ringing?" she asked.

"Maybe it's because you have a concussion from being hit too hard." He could tell just by looking at her. He went to wake up Karen he began poking her.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up, c'mon wake the fuck up."

She swatted his hand away "Stop, I'm up, I'm up!" she slowly sat up, holding the back of her head. "Owww…Why did that asshole have to hit me so hard…"

She stopped. "What happened to them?"

"Dead" he answered. She looked at him, surprised.

"Told you, I'd be okay."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Why are you covered in blood?" she asked.

"Long story."

"Ooookay." He then reached into her pocket, "What the…" she said. He then pulled out her keys.

"Where did you park?"

Karen was baffled, "You don't go reaching into someone's pants without their permission!"

Drake just stared at her. "S-Stop looking at me like that!" she nervously said.

He moved closer to her "Why?" he said softly. He leaned in and whispered in her ear "Do I make you nervous?" Karen's face turned red, she then pushed him away.

"T-This isn't the time to be joking."

Amanda interrupted them "Can we please get moving."

"Right…Um…I parked on the right side, it's a red Honda Accord."

"Alright lets go." Drake ordered.

"Where's my axe?"

He unslung his backpack, opened it up and pulled out a bat and the axe. "Take your pick."

She took the axe. "Why am I not surprised?" he thought to himself.

"I feel more comfortable with a sharp object, then a blunt one."

"I'll take the bat." Amanda said.

"Can you even stand up straight?" he asked her.

"Well…Uh…" she began to stand up but lost her balance and fell against him.

"Guess I'll have to carry you then." Drake sighed.

He handed Karen his backpack, she put it on. He then picked up Amanda. "Can we get moving now?"

Karen nodded.

They made it to the parking lot, only a few zombies were in the way that's the good news, the bad news is most of Them were blocking the front gate.

"Okay we sneak around Them, quickly and quietly." Karen said.

"Yeah, because that worked out so well last time." Drake said.

Karen just rolled her eyes. "They have sharp hearing if we open the doors their going to know we're there. Even if we try to open it quietly." He added.

Karen took a deep breath. "On 3 we move, got it?" Drake nodded in agreement.

"1…2…"

She looked back "You sure your ready?" she asked.

"Yes we're sure. Can we please leave this place."

"3!"

They ran towards the car. The zombies were now aware of their presence. Karen swung at one of Them, tearing its skull apart.

Drake got to the car first; he placed Amanda against it, reached into his pocket and pulled out the car keys, unlocked it and placed her in the back seat.

"Stephen behind you!" she yelled.

One of Them had slipped by Karen and snuck up on him. It grabbed him desperately trying to take a bite out of him, it was drooling blood. He headbutted it in the nose, it stumbled back he then placed his hand on the back of it's head and the other on it's chin, with a twisting motion he broke it's neck.

"Not so tough now, are you!" he yelled. Karen made it to the car, "I'm driving!"

"Wait, What?"

"It is my car after all."

"*Sigh* fine." He tossed her the keys and went around to the passenger side. They piled into the car, started it up and took off. Karen spotted the mob blocking the exit.

"Hold on!" she yelled. She floored it, the car began to gain more momentum, just enough to get through. The car collided with the group with a thundering crash, which sent the zombie flying, their bloodied faces left imprints on the hood and windshield. Karen kept her foot on the pedal, Drake watched in amazement, while Amanda covered her ears so she wouldn't hear the commotion.

Finally they were away from the school, but what hell would lie ahead of them?

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