This is my freaking disclaimer! I own nothing! Well, except for the poem that follows this disclaimer..... I own that...... everything else I don't.

I feel the darkness closing in

My life can't end, It never had a chance to begin

The world around me keeps changing

It keeps rearranging

Yet I myself remain unchanged

Friends close to me keep on growing

Experiencing life and finding reasons to keep on going

Yet I can't find one day where I don't ask

Why can't I just die?

"Ah man, I was sure we were home free yo, and now this," moaned Todd, who was sitting next to Fred in a rather cramped Jeep. Luckily, none of the zombies had ruined it, and judging by the pile of headless bodies around it, Wolverine had been by. They had offered Chris and Rogue a ride, but Chris insisted on going by foot, in hopes of finding Wolverine. "Listen kid, It shouldn't take too long. And due to the lack of people at a high school this late at night, we shouldn't run into many zombies," said Leon, as he sped down the highway. Todd perked up at that thought. "Hey, yeah! This should be a breeze."

Too bad this night was proving to not be Todd's night. As Leon pulled up to the front steps of the school, it was obvious things were going to get complicated. The glass front doors were all shattered, and their were bodies littered all over the front lawn. "Where did all this people come from?" muttered Fred, as he ran his large beefy hand through his blonde hair, what little of it he had left. "My god Claire, they're all children," moaned Leon. Claire gasped, as she noticed what Leon had. Nearly the entire student body of Bayville was littered on the grass, laying broken upon the steps, or caught in the glass of doors, still twitching, even as their shredded and useless limbs hung dead at their sides, or crumpled up under the weight of their upper bodies. "The virus breaks down the human brain system down till it function's on pure instinct, namely the instinct to feed. Evidently, this being a place where a child spends most of it's life, they all instinctively traveled here, searching for food," muttered Leon. "But still, Umbrella has gone to far...... these were children! They hadn't even had a chance to start their lives." Todd and Fred stood together, speechless. People they had seen everyday, were now dead or undead, laying across the ground, their flesh rotting, their clothes torn and covered in either their own blood or the blood of their past victims. "Hey guys, even though you two can probably handle things fine with your own powers, here's something that might help you guys out when we split up to lock for the puzzle piece," broke in Leon, waking the teens from their thoughts. He was standing in front of them, offering them both two handguns. Todd carefully took on, feeling it's weight in his hand...... and also in a way it's power. Fred looked at Leon, then the gun. "Uh, my finger's wouldn't be able to pull the trigger," he said, shrugging. Leon chuckled. "True, and judging by the size of those fists, I think you're packing weapons strong than these things." Leon holstered the spare gun in his hip pouch. "Well, better get started, your body doesn't have much time."

It wasn't long before Todd found himself alone in the locker room. He had already ransacked the coaches office, only to find nothing, we except for a few magazines....... of other men. Todd shook his head, trying get those pictures out of his head. He had enough disturbing images in there to drive a lesser teen to suicide. Todd was going through locker after locker, helping himself to a few choice wallets while he was it. He had just gotten to the last locker in the back corner, when he heard something. A light, shuffling scraping sound. The young teen turned, only to see his worst nightmare, literally. There was Duncan, pretty badly ripped apart, almost like he'd already been shot up. Behind him were all the other jocks, his usual running crowd...... the crowd that Todd spent many days running from. Here they had him, corned. Duncan shuffled forward, arms reaching forward, his dead eyes staring into Todd's soul, starving to feed off his flesh and devour his soul. Todd's looked left and right, looking for a way out. He would jump, but this last locker was in a bit of cave in the wall. He was stuck, not even clinging to the ceiling would save him. He back up against the locker, and heard the sound of the gun in his pocket. Why hadn't he thought of it earlier? The young teen quickly pulled out the gun, and fired wildly. Several shots made contact with the boys. A bullet slammed into Duncan's shoulder, sending his whole right arm crashing to the floor. A few other bullets luckily made contact with the other zombie's heads, instantly dropping a few of them. Todd kept firing, until instead of a deafening bang, he got a hollow click. The gun was empty, and he was still trapped. "Ahhhhh!" yelled out Todd, cowering in the corner, hands shielding his face, eyes closed, waiting for the end...........

Leon and Claire were walking down the halls, checking random classrooms, finding nothing. "Nothing left but the gym, football field, and Chemistry lab," muttered Leon. "Well, here's the lab, might as well check it out," stated Claire. She cautiously opened the door, Leon with his assault rifle ready at point. Somehow, the power to the school was out, so mostly they were doing their searching by moonlight. This room was the worst. Most other's were nothing more than a main teachers desk up front, with several other desks. Nothing special. This room had tables, and tons of dark corners. No telling what was hiding in here. Claire drew her own sub Machine gun.

As they searched the school, they found several bodies, but many had gone into a coma, having not found anything food, and the virus having completely eaten away their brain. The few still moving had been easy to drop....... half of it being credited that they were just teens. Claire strolled along the tables, searching the tops for clues. Nothing unusual. Gas burners, empty test tubes. Until she came to the last one in the corner. The gas burner was different...... older. And the test tubes weren't empty, they were filled with chemicals. "Leon, come look," she called out. Quickly he went to her side. "Huh, weird. None of the other burners are on," he muttered. Claire looked over to him, trying to read his face in the moonlight. She shrugged, and reached forward, turning the burner on, and was surprised to find an actual flame come up, a powerful one at that. Above the flame was a round metal circle, supported by four legs. "Huh..... you think maybe the piece is inside the circle?" she asked. Leon shrugged. "Considering what we've seen in the past, I wouldn't be surprised, but even as powerful as that flame is, we'll be here till the virus cures itself before it burns away at the metal." Claire's eyes widen and a grin crossed her face. "That's it! Burn away the metal. I bet when these chemicals are mixed and heated, they'll eat away at the metal," she explained, quickly pouring the contents of each tube upon the metal. "Here we go," she muttered, once again turning on the burner. They were met with a brilliant green flash, as the heat interacted with the strange chemicals. The round metal began to bubble and drip as the chemicals at away at it, and suddenly, a glint of silver could be seen in the moonlight. When the chemicals finally dissolved all the metal, all that was left on the four legs was a shiny metal talisman, with a picture of primate on it. Leon took the piece and pocketed. "Alright, puzzle piece one found, let's find Blob and Toad and get outta here. Maybe we can swing by the Police Station and see if Chris and the rest made it there yet." Claire nodded, and the both headed out the door.......except, the door was closed. "What the heck?" muttered Leon, moving forward, and pushed, but the door wouldn't budge. "It's a trap!" yelled Claire, and just as she did, the burner they had used just recently, began to spew a wild stream of flames straight up in the air, and one by one, each table's own gas burner did the same, till the room was glowing from the collective heat and radiance of nearly twenty five infernos, and the room was heating quickly. "Claire, we have to get out or we'll fry to death!"