A/N: Sorry for the wait. I'm jugglin' three stories! Here you go; enjoy.

Chapter 4: Get Schooled

After leaving the presence of the hospital, I checked the paper to see where I needed to go next. University of California.

That was on the outskirts of the city. I groaned and checked my watch. It was 10:40 PM. I began to walk to the university.

Once again, I began to have a flashback of who was next. At least it helps me pass the time, I thought.

***

I was at the school library, studying for the final exams. If I was to graduate, I would need to pass. As I read the textbook, I heard someone sit down across from me at the table and groan. I smiled and looked up from my textbook.

"Hey, Britt." I said. She grunted. "What's wrong with you?"

She turned to me. "I can't find Jeanette anywhere! She was supposed to help me study!" She narrowed her eyes at me. "Do YOU know where she is?"

I shrugged. "Probably of with Simon somewhere." I was happy that Simon and Jeanette were finally dating, but lately, they just keep disappearing together.

Brittney groaned again. She put her head on the table. "I'm gonna fail! I don't understand any of this!" She lifted her head up at me. "The only reason I am passing is because Jeanette does my homework for me!" I raised an eyebrow. She put her hands up. "Hey, she offers!"

I laughed. "I'll help you study if you want, Brittney."

Brittney thought for a moment. "Fine." She grabbed her backpack. "Mainly because Alvin can't help me." I laughed again and scooted towards her to help her.

***

Not the longest memory, but it killed some time. I could see the university in the distance. Brittney didn't need to study for the final exams, she needed to study for the SATs. She didn't tell me that little detail. But she took it and got a perfect score. After the university figured that out, they called Brittney and told her that they would like her there. Brittney said yes immediately. After getting her Bachelors degree, Brittney began to try for a Masters. We all believed in her. She would never get it though, thanks to the gas.

As I approached the front gate, I noticed a few people walking out of the university quickly. I drew my gun and made my way over to them.

"Hey!" I yelled. The group of people turned to me. They were college students, clearly terrified.

"S-s-she's fucking crazy." A boy stuttered. I put my hand on the boy's shoulder.

"Stay calm and tell me what happened." I said blankly. The boy shuddered, then spoke.

"S-s-she w-wasn't the only one." He sputtered. He let out a chuckle. "No, there were m-more." He looked down at the ground. "We killed them, as many as we could."

"You killed the psychopaths?"

The boy licked his lips. He began to cry. "They ripped my girlfriend to shreds!" He yelled. "They killed my friends!" He was hysterical. I pulled out my radio.

"I need evac for survivors." I spoke into the radio. "At the University of California."

The boy began to speak. "S-she's locked up."

I turned to him. "Where?"

The boy didn't answer my question. "We killed almost all of them, but not her. She's locked up."

"Where?"

The boy began to laugh. "She's going to kill us! She's FUCKING CRAZY!!" He laughed. His friends only stared at him.

The helicopter arrived and landed in front of us. I turned to the boy. "Where is she?!" I yelled over the propellers.

The boy laughed. He boarded the helicopter. A girl wearing a torn blue windbreaker approached me. "We locked her in the culinary room. It's on the second floor."

I nodded. She grabbed my shoulder. "She is fucking crazy." She turned and boarded the helicopter. The pilot gave me a salute and flew off. It became dead silent.

I looked up at the building. Some windows had been smashed and there was blood on the walls on the outside. I grabbed my gun and entered the building.

The inside was littered with bodies, those of the students and faculty. I made my way to the stairs. Going up, I thought. I remembered the man in the elevator. I gagged as I made my way up the stairs.

***

The upstairs hallway was surprisingly clear, aside from a few blood stains on the walls. I made my way down the hall, checking rooms that had the word "CULINARY" on it.

The room was at the end of the hall. As I approached, I heard clanging of pots and pans and yells of a voice that could only be hers. It was Brittney.

I held my gun readily, and slowly opened the door. The room was silent as the door creaked open. Brittney was on the other side of the room, her back to me. Her body shook as if she were stirring something. I cocked my gun.

She whirled around suddenly. Her hair was a complete mess and mascara was running down her cheeks as if she had been crying. "I know you." She said. She continued to stir the spoon in pan. The pan made a clinking sound, clearly indicating that there was nothing in it. "I know you." She repeated. She pulled what she was stirring with out of the pan -it was a large knife, not a spoon- and pointed it at me. "I know you." She repeated for the third time.

"I know, Brittney." I said. She laughed at the sound of her name. Her laughing ceased instantly and was replaced by a sob. She began to cry, the mascara flowing once again. "Why did you break my heart, John?" She asked me.

"I am Theodore."

She stopped crying and smiled. She began to stir again. "I know you."

"Brittney…"

"Would you like a turtle?" She asked.

I took a step back. She really WAS fucking crazy. "No Brittney."

"You sure? I make a mean batch of cookies!" She placed the pot down and examined the knife. She bent over and picked up an apple off the floor. She began to peel the skin off of it with the knife. "One potato, two potato, three potato, four. She used to be the best, now she's dead on the floor." Brittney snorted at her rhyme. She threw the apple across the room. It hit the window and smashed it. Brittney began to sob again.

I stared at her, bewildered. This insanity is too much. I pointed my gun at her. I have to put her out of her misery.

She saw me pointing the gun at her and stopped crying. "I know you." Her face turned red and she suddenly bared her teeth. She gave a shriek and charged at me, the knife high over her head.

One shot. I pulled the trigger.

Click

I was out of ammo. I must have wasted it all at the hospital! Brittney flew at me with the knife. I jumped out of the way, but she managed to slice my arm. I fell to the floor on my back. Brittney ran at me again with fury in her eyes. When she got close, I lifted my foot up and kick her in the stomach.

"Oof!" She let out as she fell backwards. The knife flew from her hands and to the other side of the room. She got into a fetal position and began to sing:

"Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me. I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee…"

She snorted and laughed. I sat up on my elbows. She looked over to me. "I know you."

She stood up and charged me again. I did not have time to react. She jumped on top of me and grabbed the frying pan that sat next to me on the ground. She began to beat me in the chest with it.

I grabbed her hands and shoved her off of me she fell back and hit her head on the drawer.

"Magpie!!" She yelled as she held her head. She turned to me. "What have you done with my Magpie?!" she yelled. She lunged at me again. I rolled over and crawled to the knife. My fingers were inches from it when she jumped onto my back.

"I know you!!!" She yelled as she beat my head with what I think was a whisk. "You killed Alvin and my sister!!!"

How could she have known that? I shook my body with all my might, but she would not fall off me.

"You're not going to kill anyone else!!" She screamed. I rolled over and bought her around and under me. I pinned her down and stared at her face. She struggled but could not get out from under me.

"Murderer!!" Brittney screamed. I punched her in the jaw. "B-A-D spells BAD!!" I punched her again and again until she grew silent. Then, I kept punching. After a few minutes I stood up. Brittney was dead. She had the life beat out of her.

I grabbed a towel and wiped the blood off of my knuckles. I grabbed the knife and tucked it into my belt. I would need it since I couldn't use my gun anymore.

I examined my cut and then wrapped a towel around it. I took one last look at Brittney, half expecting her to begin singing again. She remained where she was, lifeless.

I wiped my nose with my hand and gave a nod.

After exiting the building, I pulled out the paper and read the next destination.

The planetarium. I knew who was next. This job wasn't getting easier.

As I walked on to the planetarium, I began to hum. My humming turned to singing.

"Oh Susanna, don't you cry for me. I come from Alabama with a banjo on my knee.

I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see. It rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry.

The sun so hot, I froze to death. Susanna, don't you cry…"