Let the chaos begin
The sound of Kaique's body falling to the floor echoed through the room as well as the noise of the shot. Amanda could no longer stand upright and slid down the wall as some tears began to escape. He was dead. Her art history teacher, the one she'd seen get a lift with the brother countless times after lunch, the man with one of the most monotonous voices and the most boring class she'd ever seen was now dead. They've just seen a life being taken away as if it were something… insignificant. Like it's an annoying mosquito that you even celebrate when you finally kill it. Sasha collapsed a moment later, still sobbing and her eyes hooded. Danilo was still on his feet, but not because he wanted to, he was just too shocked to react or move.
It was nothing like the time Bruno died in the classroom. They didn't see it happen. He was still alive before they went to sleep and after... he wasn't human anymore. They already accepted that walkers were just monsters that devour people, but Kaique was human. But he was killed like an animal.
⁃One minute passed. - The soldier with Asian features said calmly, as if measuring how long a friend can hold his breath. - Do you think it will work?
⁃I don't know, I'm just glad he shut up. - The man with the goatee said laughing. Laughing. Danilo shifted his gaze from the corpse to the man.
⁃What is your problem?
⁃What was that boy? - The third soldier, older than the other two and who so far hadn't said anything, asked.
⁃I asked what's your FUCK PROBLEM?! - He was no longer afraid, just angry. - How can they do something like that and LAUGH?!
⁃Are you so eager to be the next one? - The goatee asked.
⁃I'm looking forward to sticking this gun-
Danilo was interrupted when the door was flung open.
⁃We're fucked, Samu! Fucked! The dead are invading! - The soldier who opened the door shouted.
⁃W-what? But how? - The man with the goatee, Samu, asked.
⁃I don't know, dude! A lot of them showed up at once! The fence is gone and the lieutenant ordered everyone to go downstairs.
⁃Shit… - The man said looking at the students. - Okay, me and Francisco are going. Anderson stays with them.
The young man with Asian features followed the others to the door while the older one, Anderson, remained where he was.
⁃W-what's going on? - Sasha asked through the sobs that diminished considerably.
⁃I have a hunch… - Amanda said wiping her tears and looking at her only obstacle at the moment.
⁃Stop fucking moving!
No way. Isa wasn't going to just stand by and let that disgusting man rape her. The girl had her body pressed between the table and him, kicking her legs as the man tried to take off her pants with one hand and held her arms with the other. He was so much stronger than she was, it would be a waste of time and energy to try to free her hands so she focused on trying to kick him.
⁃Come on babe, I promise I'll be nice. - He said licking the girl's neck.
⁃You disgusting piece of shit, let me go!
Finally, one of her kicks hit him right in his unprotected groin making the man howl in pain and let go. With her arms loose, Isa pushed the man away and jumped off the table, her eyes fixed on the gun still propped against the wall across the room. She started to run towards it, but her ankle was caught making her fall.
⁃You little bitch! You're gonna regreat this! - The man said putting himself on top of her and, without holding back, punched her.
Isa felt dizzy and her vision darkened for a few seconds, the pain followed shortly after. Still seeing black spots, she felt the man put both hands on her neck and squeeze.
⁃All this bullshit will cost you dearly.
She felt him tighten even more and desperately she brought her hands to his face trying to push him away. When she felt her fingers brush against the skin between his eye and the beard, she didn't think twice about digging her nails into the area.
⁃SON OF A BITCH! - He yelled in pain lifting her and throwing her against the table.
Her stomach hit the corner knocking out her breath, she would have fallen to the ground again if she hadn't caught a heavy object. The man ran his hand over the scratched spot and felt the blood trickle between his fingers and down his beard. He wiped his hand on his pants as he chuckled.
⁃I have to admit that was fun. It's always more exciting when they fight, but the fun is over. - He said going towards the girl.
Now that the black dots were gone from her vision Isa saw that she was holding the headmaster's bust which was about the size of her head. Using all the strength she had left, she gripped the object tightly, spun her body around and slammed it against the man. Her eyes were closed so she didn't know if she'd hit him or not and her heartbeat was too loud in her ears to hear anything else. Slowly she opened her eyes and saw that he was now on the ground, he had probably fallen when she turned the object, and just in front of her was the fallen man. A large cut was on his head and his blood quickly spread across the floor. Isa didn't wait to see if he moved or not. She caught the bust again and, sitting on his chest and lifting the object over her head, she hit him again.
And again. And again. And again.
Her arms started to burn.
And again.
She let the tears fall and didn't try to hold back the sobs of crying.
And again.
She tried to lift it once more, but her arms gave out. It was difficult to breathe and see, because of the tears and because of the eye that was starting to swell. Letting go of the piece of stone, she ran a hand over her right eye that wasn't swollen to wipe away the tears. After cleaning it enough she opened the eye. And she couldn't contain her scream at what she saw.
Where once a head had been, there was now a heap of blood-soaked bits of flesh and bone, it was impossible to recognize the man. Terrified of what she had done, she got off him and crawled to one of the walls, brought her hands to her face and saw that they were also soaked with blood. Her vision blurred, now the red color was present everywhere she looked, the shortness of breath she felt before was nothing compared to now. She didn't hear the gunshots coming from outside or the screams that echoed through the school, just the uneven thumping of her heart that was beating so hard it felt like it would jump out of her chest. Isa didn't try to get up or call for help. She just sat there staring at her bloodied hands with the mutilated body in the middle of the room.