Le Squez Estate

11.30pm

Friday 2nd May

"No!"

Screams of agony and pain filled the sky, along with inhuman moans, growls and screeching. Ambulance, police and fire sirens were everywhere, along with lots of shouting near St. Helier.

He slowly walked through the estate, the bloody weapon in his hands, ready to swing at anything that moves.

He approached one of the streets of the estate with caution; it was quiet. Far too quiet. He looked down the road. He could hear stereos blasting out music and laughter erupting from televisions, but there was no sign of human life. More disturbing was the smashed windows and doors that had been kicked in the inside.

The wind whistled eerily through Andre's hair. The disturbing silence caused Andre to continue through the estate. There was nothing. The place was in ruins. There wasn't a living soul there.

He went on and took a left turn at the end. This was the most direct way to the school, but the lanes were pitch black. He couldn't see anything.

But why am I going this way?

He hated – no, despised most of the idiots at school. Why should he try and rescue anyone when all they'd done for the last three years were torment him?

Think about it. There might be some people you like that have survived, or at least someone that can drive a car to the airport. Hell, you could some of them as decoys to help you survive. And besides, how do you know they're not dead? You could spread a warning.

But how could they believe him? 'Look out, everyone! Evil zombie demons from hell have attacked! Grab your weapons and we'll get those flesh eating bastards! Come on! It's not too late!' It just sounded absurd.

With extreme trepidation, Andre walked into the darkness, alone and about as protected as a cheap African slut.

Le Rocquier Secondary school

12.04am

Saturday 3rd May

The dilapidated building loomed into view. It was just as quiet as the estate.

Have they beaten me to it?

A closer inspection of the building confirmed his fears. The windows were smashed in and the doors were lying off their hinges.

He cautiously entered the building, trying not to make a racket and have any nearby creatures lurch towards him, made his way to the main hall, then the sports hall.

There was no music, no shouting, no drunken lurches screaming at him for money, no anything. There was nothing.

He made his way through the main building and into the PE department. A makeshift barricade blocked his path. Moving any thing would make the whole thing fall on top of him. He turned and went upstairs and into main area of the 1st floor.

The sports hall was a massacre. There were no bodies sprawled all over the floor, blood replacing the paint on the walls, people with stares of unimaginable pain and distress etched on their faces.

All Andre could do was stare, stare at the corpses piled on top of each other. He looked away, not being able to stomach the murder. The stench of shit and vomit was too much to handle, and he left.

He weighed up his options and he realised he had to find a survivor. He needed someone who could help him through Jersey and vice versa. They couldn't all be thick enough to die?

He needed to go to the caretaker's office; he was sure there would be keys for the whole building. He headed off.

Le Rocquier School

12.26am

Saturday 3rd May

"I don't sodding believe it!" Andre exclaimed.

There was only one key, labelled 'first floor doors' on the rack. The rest were either missing or destroyed.

"Well, this is great, isn't it?" Andre said to himself.

He picked the last key and headed up to the first floor doors. He put the keys in the padlock and turned until he heard the click. He smiled and removed the padlock and chain.

The first floor had a science lab to his left, a history and RS room to his right and an RS room in front of him. They were all locked. The only thing to do was to break the windows of the RS room in front of him. It was a head of Year's room, so there would probably be some kind of document that would help him.

He stood next to the window and prepared to swing. The window cracked slightly, but not much. He tried again. Much more successful, but didn't break completely. He tried one last time.

The window blasted inwards. He looked through the pane and threw his weapon through. He then climbed through, being careful not to cut himself in the process.

He went up to the teacher's desk and looked in the cupboards. Twice he came up empty until he got to the last drawer. A teacher's note had been hurriedly written by hand in Morse code.

Crap. Andre thought. Apart from 'SOS' he didn't know bugger all about it. He put the note in his bag. He'll find a guide later.

Andre went back down to the ground floor, thinking. What am I going to do? There was nowhere to go, no one to find, I may as well give up now.

He walked down the hall on the ground floor and heard an almighty crash from the Lecture Theatre. He slowly approached the doors and locked at the lock. It was smashed in and a large brick was on the floor.

He opened the doors and looked around. A pile of chairs had collapsed in front of a cupboard. He went up to the pile that blocked the cupboard. There were other piles in the room, each looking more unstable then the other.

Something's up. Andre thought. He slowly removed the chairs on by one until the doors were clear. He slowly approached the cupboard and held the doorknob. He got into a swinging position with the pole in his right hand.

He quickly swung open the door. A sharp object was swiped at him from inside the cupboard. Andre dodged backwards and hit the floor, smacking his back on a step. A figure jumped out of the cupboard and stood above him, ready to impale him.

"Wait! Don't kill me!" Andre shouted in pain.

The character seemed to recognise the boy, and lowered the weapon.

"Sorry." He said.

"Oh, for god's sake!" Andre said, with both relief and pain.

Le Rocquier School

1.06am

Saturday 3rd May

"What a way to spend your night, eh Andre? The character said.

"Too right, Jack" Andre said.

The person was Jack Speckleton. He was 14, had shortish blonde hair and of a slim build.

"How did you get out of this shit?" Andre asked.

"It was about ten to 8 when I got here. I was walking to the Sports Hall when all this commotion started. These…things were biting people, eating them. I ran to the chemical storeroom and locked my self in there. I waited for an hour and a half until I came out, hungry. To cut a long story short, went to canteen, came back, went into here, got in cupboard, threw book at chairs to provide a blockade, you" he said.

"Oh." Said Andre. "By the way, have you found any survivors?

"No, but I did hear human screaming a while back. I couldn't help because I was being chased by those…things." Jack said

"Survivors?" Said Andre, surprised "I didn't think anyone survived that blood bath."

"What do you mean, 'bloodbath'?" Jack said, shocked.

"Total carnage, gore everywhere, why?" Andre replied.

"I have to find my sister." He said, sounding shocked. "I'd been looking for her and-"

Andre cut him off. "Have you found her? Do you know where she is?"

"No." Jack said solemnly.

"We'll check the sports hall." Andre declared. "See if there's any survivors."

PE department

1.35am

Saturday 3rd May

Andre and Jack pulled open the doors of the PE department and headed up the stairs to the first floor.

"I came in here and went up the stairs because the bottom doors were locked." Andre said

"Locked?" Jack asked. "Why the hell would those doors be locked if there was a massive party going on?"

"God knows." Andre replied. He opens the double doors into the first floor lobby. He looked over the railings looking over the sports hall. "Here there all ar- where have the bodies gone?"

"What do you mean?" Jack asked, with a sense of worry in his voice.

"The corpses, they've – gone." Andre said, shocked.

He was right. The two fire exits had been forced open and the hall was empty. Blood was still coated all over the walls and there were chunks of rotten flesh piled in random places but there were no corpses.

"What the hell…" Andre pondered, staring wide-eyed into the room.

The sound of a helicopter started to appear. It gradually got louder until it was flying right over their heads.

"This is Alpha Tango 256, preparing to deploy." The pilot said into his microphone.

"This is mission control, you are all clear. Deploy Foxtrot Omega 23985." The headphones crackled.

The co-pilot looked at the pilot. He nodded. The co-pilot reached over and typed something into a keyboard. He then put his finger over a button, but didn't press it.

"Do it." The pilot ordered. The co-pilot looked over and sighed. He hesitated, before closing his eyes and pushing the button.

The custom-built cage that was clinging to the helicopter stored 6 dark orange containers, each big enough to fit two grown men. The hook that gripped a container marked 'FO 23985' released its' grasp, and it was falling into the main school building. In the middle of its' descent, the container burst open and a dark figure fell upright. It crashed through the roof into one of the classrooms.

It was menacingly tall, dressed in a black leather trenchcoat and large boots. Its' flesh – if you could call it flesh – was thick and brown, almost the same as the zombies. It had large tentacles that went from the bottom of its' neck to the bottom of it's back.

It's face was horribly disfigured. It had no lips, so it looked like it was grinning at you. It only had one eye, and the right side of his upper head and been sewn together, using very thick fabric. It was bald and its' nose was replaced by two small holes in its' face.

Clutched in its' right arm was a rocket propelled grenade launcher, and it had a knapsack with RPG's stored in it.

It looked up and sniffed the air. It could smell human flesh, more than likely from its' intended targets. It roared fiercely and ripped the door open from its' lock.

The Nemesis had arrived.