Author's Note - I don't Resident Evil, or anythin else mentioned in this story.

I would also like to point out that this chapter is quite gory and/or disgusting in parts. If you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry. Also, you'll be going into Shaun's mind this chapter, so I just want to know if I'm making him seem realistic. Thanks, and enjoy!

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Chapter 03

The Keys Are The Key

*Lilypad High School's Parking Lot*

Rolling his eyes, Shaun walked away from the empty car. As of yet, he had not seen or met anyone in the blasted parking lot. At least he hadn't met anyone dead, to be on the positive side.

Shaun, however, rarely showed a positive side unless he was going to benefit directly from it. Anyone else was just crap he had to put up with until good stuff came around. Right now, he was far more angry than afraid.

He could be banging the shit out of that hot chick right now if Falco didn't get him involved! Sex was not easy to get from a girl, even if they acted like they wanted it at times. He had been lucky enough to score twice in his entire life, and had been denied getting some more times than he would ever admit. Especially to some retarded screw-up like Falco Alfred.

Shaun lived with his rich parents, who had bought his sports car for him on his seventeenth birthday. His dad even let him drink beer for what he thought was Shaun's first time, but Shaun had hangovers ever since his sophomore year. And, if he remembered correctly, that was the same year he scored for the first time. He couldn't even remember the girl's name, but he didn't care; the second girl was much more pleasing.

Remembering those times brought a wicked smile to Shaun's face. Maybe after this whole monster thing blew over, the women would want him more than ever when he told them how valiantly he had fought zombies to save them. What would be better than that would be that little prick Falco getting eaten alive by them.

Ever since the boy had come to Lilypad High School and had his gay works on the walls, Shaun knew he would benefit from him. Mocking him and rubbing in what had disgraced him made him look better in front of the others, and made him feel a sense of power that he loved. Falco was too big of a wuss to ever attack him, and it disappointed Shaun that he hadn't had his ass handed to him before now. He probably should have shot one of his legs and left him for the monsters, and who was going to find out about a bullet wound after he was eaten?

Then again, Shaun knew he needed the bullets in case another of those monsters that had ripped open what would have been his third point. He needed to be ready, and he shouldn't waste a bullet on that faggot anyway.

He started towards the school, ready to make a hero and an image of himself. Cocking his gun, he had images of the girls throwing themselves at him when he rescued them. Maybe they would be desperate to not die as virgins, and would offer themselves to him. Yes, he was in for a few quickies. Even Mandy Sabrina couldn't resist him.

Mandy Sabrina, who was so big of a bitch at times that it almost covered up how sexy she was. How could she avoid him, act like he wasn't handsome? Showing interest in her was, in Shaun's view, practically an honor! After all, he was the most popular guy in school! She kept on telling him that she had no interest in dating a guy who would treat her like a whore, but Shaun knew what she really meant; she was really saying that she wanted him over and over again, not just once. Even that blond girl with delicious-looking skin and great tits like hers wasn't going to keep Shaun pinned down on one girl.

Yes, Shaun was determined to score Mandy, and he would in the end. If the monsters got her, then he would tell his friends that she gave herself to him, telling him she always wanted him, then a monster came and tragically killed her. Yet Shaun felt pretty sure that the only one biting down on that pair of tits would be him.

It hadn't even occurred to Shaun, as he was walking towards the school, that the monsters might had even arrived here. His ego was growing at such a fast rate, filled with him thinking of him scoring with more than ten girls today. The fact that he might be walking into a dance brandishing a gun instead of a monster-ridden school with every girl throwing herself on him had clouded his sense of judgment.

He walked to the Multipurpose Room, hearing the music blare from the dance floor. "Dumbasses," he thought. "Leaving the music on when monsters run around."

Yet when he tried to open the door, he found it locked! He heaved, thinking he could break it open, but it wouldn't budge. Letting out a very foul word, he then muttered, "Now I gotta go to the back of this shit hole school! I should've known!"

He had, for once, been wrong. Of course Imogine Susanna would not have the front doors locked, for then the two dickhead teachers who were watching them could see giggling couples leaving, ready to screw each other silly. He and Kim had snuck out of the back of the school, having to walk through all the hallways and crap to finally get to his car and...he didn't want to think of it.

As he walked, he thought about how Kim might have screamed and moaned as he banged her. He wondered if he would get a new car, or maybe get the ruined one he had now repaired. Maybe the city counsel would reward him a new one, or enough money to buy two!

Things were definitely going Shaun Fogel's way. This whole monster thing was going to be a great event for him in the end!

*Principal's Office*

The zombie student's neck, which had been almost eaten away completely, couldn't take the strong swing that Falco had hit it with. With a small burst of blood, the zombie's head was knocked off its shoulders. It fell to the floor, next to the corpse of the first zombie that had attacked Falco.

After having bludgeoned the first zombie down to the ground, Falco was relieved that the second zombie went down with only one blow. There was still the third zombie, however, and Falco's arms were sore from the swinging the bat so much.

Luckily, he had knocked the female zombie down with a blow to the legs. When she fell down, Falco swung his weapon down on her skull again and again until she stopped moving. With a breath of relief, Falco stepped over the dead zombie and out of the principal's office.

"That could have been worse," he muttered. "I could've got detention instead."

He continued down the hallway, determined to find Krystal or anyone else alive. Yet questions filled his mind, distracting him. How did the zombies get in this school, and leave the parking lot total bare of their presence? Why was the Principal's Office open while everyone else was locked? And for that matter, why was every door locked in the first place? Did anyone make it out of this hellhole, or was the girl that I found near the entrance the only one to make it that far? What is making zombies out of humans? Evil magic? Science? Some kind of undiscovered disease? Anything seems possible at this time now.

The hallways, apart from drops and small puddles of blood, were empty. Bloody footsteps were also common to see on the floor, which Falco qualified as tracks of a zombie. The hallway he looked down now had three doorways, and ended with a fork, one way left, one right and one foreword. The doors led to, to what Falco could remember, one of the science labs, the teachers' lounge, and a classroom.

He walked over to the teachers' lounge and tried the handle. Locked, just like almost every other door in this stupid school. The science lab and classroom shared the same curse. Looks like he was stuck to wandering the pathways of the school again.

Falco turned right at the fork in the hallway, a direction he always went when he played video games. He had looked down all three for any zombies or monsters, but he didn't see anything except the normal bloodstains on the floor. He walked down the hallway, prepared for anything irregular, like gremlins or something of the like to jump out of the lockers and attack him. It seemed likely to happen to him, for nothing seemed impossible anymore.

When he came across a door that was right inbetween two rows of lockers, he saw something most gruesome. A grown man, dead from gruesome bites in his neck and shoulders, was still clinging onto a door, even when dead. He looked like a teacher, probably one of the two that were assigned to help at the dance. Falco never had him, so he didn't know his name.

Then a reflection of light from the man's pocket caught his eye. It was a key, sticking out halfway. Falco wanted to take it badly, for it would prove invaluable to him if it unlocked any of the doors, especially the Multipurpose Room. Yet did he dare stick his hand out across this corpse, and risk it coming to life and biting him unexpectedly?

Zombies weren't fast, from what he had experienced. He had good hand-eye coordination, so he could possibly whip his hand back before the zombie bit his hand off from the wrist. Gathering his courage, he psyched himself up for the job...

...and the man came to life just then. Lifeless, solid blue eyes looked up at Falco and a loud moan escaped the rotting throat of the monster. Falco backed up suddenly, accidentally slamming into the lockers behind him. His backpack softened the impact, however.

Letting go of the handle, the monster crawled on his stomach towards an aghast Falco, reaching with his decaying hands. Falco swatted the hand with his bat, severing it from the wrist. The zombie didn't react in any way to his hand being knocked off, and reached with the stump.

Falco hammered the fiend's head with his stepsister's bat, and on the third blow, the zombie let out a loud, high-pitched moan and sunk down to the tiled floor. Blood seeped out of the wounds Falco had broken open, and he was suddenly aware that it hadn't taken much difference from killing the adult zombie than to kill the teenager zombies. Whatever was turning everyone into these monsters seemed to give the same characteristics to young or old, men or women, human or animal.

Falco then remembered the key, and walked over to the monster's side. He still wanted to keep his distance from the monster's head, regardless that he thought he had killed it officially. He quickly snatched the key from the dead man's pocket, and studied it.

It had a blue head with the school's logo (a cartoonish-like frog sitting on a lilypad), and drawn on it in black pen was a circle. It stood for either the letter O or the number zero; Falco then remembered that zero wasn't really a number, for his active mind rarely forgot those small and pointless facts. Which ever one it stood for, Falco had no clue.

When he stuck it in his pocket, he remembered that he was still wearing his pajamas. Smirking, he thought what any survivor might think if they saw him like this. He wondered why Shaun hadn't asked or said anything about it, but it was probably because that he didn't care about Falco (which suited him fine).

He then remembered that at the fork in the road, if he had turned left, he would reach another of the Multipurpose Room's doors! Jumping over the dead man, he ran back in the direction that he had come from. He reached the door, and gave it a test push to see if it was locked too; it was.

Falco then tried the key with high hopes, but it failed too. He sighed sadly as he tucked it back into his pocket, and realized that it didn't make sense for the O Key, his current name for the key, to work for the Multipurpose Room. He kicked the door in frustration...and stepped in a puddle of thick liquid when he put in back down.

Shouting in surprise and horror, he stepped back from the door. Blood ran from under the slight crack in the door, running like a small, slow stream. He shuddered, his heart beating loudly. Then he suddenly realized how deathly quiet the school was; it freaked him out.

Suddenly, he remembered! The music from the dance was blaring when he last checked, but now it was off! He pounded on the door, shouting, "HEY!! Is anyone in there?! Hello?"

Pressing his ear against the door, but trying hard not to step in the blood, he listened for any kind of reply. What he got was someone slamming into the door, startling him so badly he flinched and shouted in fear. A horrible, zombie-like moan came from behind the door, which wasn't the answer he wanted.

Falco knew the truth then. The Multipurpose Room had been taken over by the undead. Anyone in there was dead, and the survivors must have escaped to hide from them in other rooms. The question was, where could they hide, seeing that every door he came across was locked?

He turned around, and noticed a simple classroom door was ajar! He was at first excited, but then remembered that someone alive would not leave a door open with the undead roaming around. Gripping Krystal's bat tightly, he used it to push open the door. "Hello?" he called into the room.

As he slowly walked into the room, he noted the classroom's number. "A-06," he noted. "But why isn't it locked?"

*Classroom A-06*

"Hello?" cried Falco, walking in. He then looked at the door's lock, and noticed that the lock was sticking out, like if someone had tried to lock the door when it was open. The door's frame had one of the curved, metal things that Falco never knew the name of on it, which led Falco to a quick theory.

Most likely, the electronic lock had activated and pushed the door outward when it was slightly ajar. Yet since when did the school have electronic locking doors, except for the front doors? And who would lock all the doors when the monsters during the dance, or even worse, when the zombies attacked? There were so many questions to be answered, and Falco was pretty much clueless.

The classroom he had entered was quite empty and normal-looking. Nothing seemed out of place, and nothing burst forth at him. He was still prepared for anything, so he gripped the bat in his sweaty hands.

"Is anyone in here?" he tried one more time, but received no reply at all. Sighing in defeat, he then turned on the lights, and made a quick scan of the room. Nothing helpful in combat, no keys or anyone else that would help in this situation.

Sitting in the teacher's chair, the rolling type that leans back as well, Falco planned his next move. He'd continue down the left hallway and try the O Key on all of the doors; it had to work somewhere! Also, he wanted to find the security guard's room, where, if he was lucky, would find a gun or some kind of weapon that better fit fighting flesh-eating zombies.

BANG!! The door slammed open, startling Falco when it slammed against the wall. A teenaged zombie stumbled in, moaning and looking around hungrily. When it finally saw Falco, it stumbled towards him. Falco stood up, ready to fight.

He recognized the student that was now coming after him. He was a guy who loved to insult Falco, even though never knew his name but could recognize his spiked hair and clothing that was covered with skull logos and spikes.

Falco suddenly had an idea on what to do. He lifted the teacher's chair up, and hurled it at the zombie. When it was knocked down, Falco quickly sprinted past it and out the door. He slammed it behind him, but the lock that stuck out caused it to bounce back into the room. Desperate to keep the zombie in the classroom, Falco pulled it as close to the frame as possible, then ran down the hallway, away from the room.

As long as zombies didn't know how to open doors, the monster was stuck in there. Falco put some distance from him and the door before he stopped running. He gasped for air when he stopped, and leaned on the baseball bat for support.

He wasn't getting anywhere, apart from earning the key. He still had no idea where Krystal, her friends, or Mandy could be; if they were still alive, that is. That zombie had come from nowhere as well! Was there some kind of magic behind all this, or were the zombies more quick or smarter than he thought? Whatever the case, Falco didn't like any answer he could think of. And then, something else just entered his mind just then.

If he did find Krystal and/or Mandy, what was he going to do next? Would he go find Shaun and tell him that they needed to leave, so that he could help his mom, stepdad or Jessica, or would he continue to look for anyone else?

*Lilypad High School, Back Door Hallway*

Right now, Shaun was standing over the dead body of a once sexy girl he knew, his gun smoking. He was in denial, and couldn't believe what was in front of his eyes. She looked like she had been decaying for months!

Shaun had to kick the stupid back door open to finally get in. It proved to be quite a challenge, and a lot of his energy went into finally breaking the wooden door down. He was sweating and panting slightly, but tried to act to cool at the same time.

When he was walking down the hallway, he had stumbled across Melanie Narcool in a very disturbing scene. She was eating another girl's breasts after she had just ripped her throat out and killed her. The zombie girl knew that a female's breast was the best eating, for it had no bones and no other objects that did not suit a zombie's thirst for meat. The pure flesh and blood of the dead girl's bosom was what Melanie wanted now, and she had ripped open her victim's shirt and then pulling off her bra with her clawing, decaying hands. Her prize was her second feast that day, and Melanie started with what tasted as good as the neck.

At first, Shaun thought he had lucked out and stumbled into two lesbians doing each other, maybe anxious to do so before they thought that they would die. Then Shaun saw the blood spilling all over the dead girl's chest and realized the sick, horrible truth. He exploded his disgust with a stream of curses and small gags, and Melanie turned to see him. Even with her undead features, Shaun was still able to, but just barely, recognize her.

Her dirty blond hair was falling out in clumps, and her lovely skin had turned into rotten flesh with big chunks missing here and there. Her hazel eyes were now sunken, blue orbs, and her full lips were so coated with blood, it was impossible to see how badly they had decayed. Shaun was shocked by the ghastly sight that had once been nice to drink in.

Melanie stumbled to her feet, and reached for Shaun, who raised his gun and screamed at her to stop. She didn't, just moaning hungrily was her only way of replying. When she got too close to Shaun, he shot three bullets into her head, and she dropped to the floor with a defeated moan.

Whatever fantasies Shaun had before of getting to shag any woman he had found in the school were destroyed, as he stared down at the freak that had once been Melanie Narcool. The girl she had been snacking on was not one Shaun recognized, but he didn't care. He just stood where he was, muttering foul words and gasping for air.

When he finally came out of his small state of shock, Shaun continued forth, muttering obscenities under his breath. He ignored the blood on the floor and the corpses he passed by. It was like a plague that ignored age, color and gender.

Suddenly, a thought struck Shaun. Why should he stay here? He could catch what was here, and he obviously wasn't going to find any survivors! Also, if he left, then Falco was stuck without a ride out; that excited him greatly, leaving the little retard in this building, where he would most certainly be eaten.

Then again, the thought of babes throwing themselves at him somewhere in this hellhole appealed to him. Maybe he should just check out the place until he ran low on bullets on something. After he was done here, he would ditch Falco here, and get the hell out of this shit hole of a city.

*Second Men's Room*

The gleam of silver caught Falco's eye, and he squatted down to see what it was. Another key, with the school's symbol, but this one had a C' drawn on it. With much glee, Falco tucked it in his other pocket, trying to think what C' might mean.

The second men's bathroom had been unlocked, yet not the female's. It puzzled him out of his mind why this door was unlocked out of the many doors he had found, just like so many other things. He really did not understand it, and was beginning to feel like a teenaged Sherlock Holmes right now.

Standing up, Falco scanned around the men's room with his eyes for anything unusual, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. The janitor's door was probably locked, and even if it wasn't, would anything in there be? His stepsister's bat did a lot more damage than a mop or cleaning chemical would do against a zombie.

As he walked to the exit of this little bathroom, he thought that he should really continue the Sherlock Holmes attitude. Someone knew about this zombie madness, for the random unlocked doors and the key lying in the middle of this bathroom was not a common thing to see. Also, there was burnt papers in the wastebasket in the Principal's Office, so he had the feeling that someone was covering their tracks.

This curiosity led him to quickly look in the trash can of the bathroom. Sure enough, he saw a crumpled sheet of white paper that stood out among the brown paper towels. He pulled it out and started scanning the form.

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To Our Trusted Employee,

If an emergency happens, leave through the secret exit of the school. Don't leave by driving away, or someone may see you. We don't want any ties to you and any accident that may happen.

Remember, you have information on the principal's computer that should be deleted if you can do so, but it probably won't be needed. The school will be destroyed if overrun by zombies and monsters, as will the incriminating evidence on the computer.

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Falco was becoming very interested. Someone did know about this slaughter, and was escaping via secret exit! Who could it be? He suspected Principal Fletcher, but the note said "on the principal's computer," so that meant he was innocent. But then again, the one who printed this could just using one of the oldest trick's in the book, and misleading anyone who happened to pick it up (like him).

As Falco read with his full attention, he didn't hear one of the stalls of the bathroom open slowly...

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In case you have forgotten the passwords necessary, here they are again:

For entering your secret folder, type in T & G.'

For opening File #01, type in Tyrant.'

For opening-

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A zombie's low, hungry growl suddenly appeared from Falco, who flinched and whipped around, seeing a teenaged zombie lumbering right in front of him! Before he could stop the abomination, it grabbed his shoulders and lunged for his neck!

Falco shouted in terror and kicked the zombie in the stomach as hard as he could. The feeble creature stumbled back, letting go of Falco. The teenaged boy, still holding the paper in his hand, swung his bat as hard as he could at the monster's head. There was a sickening thud,' but the zombie didn't seem to notice much. Lunging forward, it tried to bite Falco's hands, but its teeth clamped down on the paper instead.

"NO!" exclaimed Falco, and swung again. This blow knocked the zombie down, and it ripped a fair amount of the paper off as the zombie's teeth still remained clenched on its prize.

When Falco brought the bat down on the zombie's head, the freak's cranium exploded with a burst of skin, flesh and brains! Falco gagged, wondering what could have made the zombie's head so easy to crush, apart from a huge amount of decay.

The paper the zombie had ripped off was gone, and Falco did not want to pry through the disgusting remains of the monster's head to see if it was just collected in the mush. The sight of the splattered head was already making him sick.

Looking at his paper while panting, he sighed in defeat when he noticed that he had lost everything under the password for the main folder. What was the password for the first file? ...Tennis? ...Trent?

Tyrant! That was it! But what was it a password for? Falco decided to go find out. The computer in the Principal's Office was the key to finding out what was going on in this massacre.

He tucked the note in his backpack, then looked down at the decapitated zombie. "Guess you didn't get far, whoever you are," he muttered angrily. "Stupid traitor."

When he left the room, he started walking for the Principal's Office. But there was the familiar sound of falling footsteps sounded behind him. He turned around, and his eyes widened in terrible fear.

Several zombies, maybe fifteen or twenty, were shuffling down the hallway from around the corner, moaning softly. More streamed out, like a small collection of water. There were now thirty or forty to be seen!

"They're attacking in masses now!" Falco's mind screamed. "But how? They're not smart enough for group attacks!"

Then suddenly, the reality of what could've happened came to Falco's mind. The dance, with all the students in the Multipurpose Room, was where they had all come from. One of the other two doors must have been unlocked or open, and they streamed out, searching for more food.

RUN RUN RUN!

Dashing away from the swarm of zombies, Falco ran towards the Principal's Office as fast as he could. The zombies could not catch him when he ran, but he knew they wouldn't tire like he would.

When he reached the Principal's Office, he burst in and quickly shoved the three dead bodies out, pushing them with his bat and feet; being trapped in a room with three bodies was just not what he wanted. By the time he was done, he noticed the zombie horde marching to him! Slamming the door and locking it with the door's natural lock, he panted for air. His adrenaline and heart were pounding like crazy; there wasn't enough experience with these zombies that could damper the effects of how much everything scared him.

Outside, he heard the zombies eating flesh, which was most likely the three bodies he had given them. Trying to keep calm and quiet, he walked over to the computer and sat down in the chair once more. When he tried opening the folder that was titled "Personal Belongings," he received a little box that asked for the password.

"T & G" was the password, whatever that meant. Probably two names or something else, but he didn't really care right now. A large bang on the door could be heard, and Falco started sweating in fear; the zombies were trying to break in!

He quickly jumped up and started shoving the chairs and small tables against the door for extra-strength. Yet just when he was done, the pounding stopped! Falco was a bit amused at the irony of it all, but left the barricade up just in case.

Going back to the computer, he typed in the necessary password, and the folder opened. In it was five different documents, each one titled with "File" and then a number.

Falco tried to open the first one, and was stopped when he was asked for a password. He typed in Tyrant,' and there was a small chime to acknowledge his victory.

The file opened, and Falco started reading it immediately. From what he thought, it looked like a report by someone nameless, as there was no name listed with the report.

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"Umbrella Inc. is known for many different issues. Whether it be their excellent health products, their aid in society, their influence in politics, or their assistance in building things. They assisted in helping building Lilypad City, right from the park around the lake, up to our beloved school, Lilypad High School. The only building that Umbrella currently has here for itself is its sky scraper, which is about as tall as some as are buildings. We are lucky to have Umbrella in our town.

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Falco snickered at that last sentence. It sounded quite juvenile, and he believed that this might be a report by a ninth grader; it wasn't exactly the best report he ever read. This needed to be put under lock and key?

In truth, Falco hated the company Umbrella. Ever since he had received a rash from one of their gauze wraps, he never touched anything made by their company with an extreme distaste, maybe even fear. He always replied with a joke answer when one of his family members asked him to use something Umbrella made, which was, "I'll start using Umbrella's products when they start making Umbrellas!"

The news that they had built this city was somewhat interesting, but Falco didn't think much of that for now. He continued to read the report.

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"When Umbrella built our school, they knew what they had in mind. Two story building, plenty of restrooms, and a great track and field were probably high on the list. This way, the students would be comfortable, there would be plenty of classes, and everyone would be happy! At night, the doors, except on special occasions, would all be locked by an electronic device. That way, our school would forever be safe from vandalizers! Umbrella sure is smart and caring!

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Falco laughed several times when reading this; it was so naive that it amused him. Yet one part did make him think: the fact that "on special occasions," the doors wouldn't be locked. But they were! Did someone activate the electron device tonight?

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"One thing about Umbrella is questionable about is their strange interest in making puzzles. The keys of our school, carried by teachers and other figures of power, are not skeleton keys that can unlock any door here. Each has a letter written on it, and this is what each one means:

O = Doors that lead to the outside.

C = Classrooms, labs and bathrooms.

T = Teachers' Lounge.

M = The Multipurpose Room.

S = Security Guard's Room.

Maybe Umbrella had a safety procedure that keeps thieves from stealing a key and breaking into all the rooms of our school! That must be it, for Umbrella is too clever to be fooling around with things like keys!"

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Rolling his eyes and scoffing, Falco completed the butt-kissing report. At least he had learned something important from all this; now he knew what he keys were for! Although he would have preferred the S Key right now, because the guard's room (which was on the second floor) could probably have a weapon or some kind.

He closed the file and then the hidden folder. If he ever found out what the other four passwords were, he would come back here to try them out. But he still had to find Krystal or anyone else alive, so he didn't have time to play a guessing game on the computer.

Gripping his weapon, he put his ear against the door. There were no sounds out in the hallway, not even footsteps. Maybe the herd of zombies had left? Whatever the reason, he had to get out of here and help any survivors; he also feared that the school might be bombed, like the note he found had said. If it was to be destroyed, he didn't want to be stuck in here.

The door opened to the outside, and he opened it by just a crack. Looking wildly with his limited sight, he opened the door slowly but surely. When he saw that the coast was clear, he stepped out of the room, and noticed the three corpses he had kicked out. They were gnawed to the bone in several places, and huge chunks were missing here and there.

Falco was nervous that the zombie herd was still around, but maybe they had divided into groups? He didn't know. Zombies in video games always acted in various ways for different games, and these zombies followed no certain pattern.

"Hang in there, Krystal," he muttered as he walked down the hallway.

*Back of Lilypad High School*

"Why are all these shitty doors locked?!" roared Shaun as he kicked at a classroom door. He was growing very impatient with the pattern of locked doors. So far, he had been attacked by anyone except Melanie, but he still kept his gun ready.

"What was Imogine thinking, the stupid bitch?!" he kept on crabbing. "Lock all of the doors so that no couples can sneak in them and shag? Why would she care about her damn reputation now? She's already known as a freaking slut!"

He grumbled more bad things about Imogine as he grabbed ahold of another classroom door. The thought of this door being locked too made him groan out loud. Yet to his great surprise, it was unlocked!

"Heh! Now I'm getting somewhere!" he thought.

From inside the room, he heard some loud breathing sounds. They sounded very much alive to Shaun, and this excited him. Thoughts of having sex with desperate chicks once again filled his mind, and he grinned wildly.

He almost marched into the classroom, smiling cockily into the room, which had the lights on. "Where are you-" he started, but was cut off quite suddenly.

A very hard object came down upon his head, and everything went black for him. His unconscious body hit the floor, and the gun fell to the floor several feet from him.

The object that had hit him on the head was a chair, and it was being held by a very frightened, very surprised female. Standing on a chair herself, so that she would be taller than any attacker, she suddenly noticed that her "attacker" was alive!

"Oh shit!" she muttered, and jumped down from the chair. She quickly shut the door, which Shaun had left open. Turning so sharply around to see who the person was, long strands of dyed, dark blue hair whipped around and hit her face. She squatted down next to him and then smiled a mean-spirited smirk.

"Shaun Fogel," whispered the girl, her green eyes gleaming with a sense of joy. "How nice of you to drop in. I was beginning to think that nobody was coming. Well, guess what? I'm still thinking that."

She saw his gun and picked it up. Smirking, she added, "Bringing guns onto campus now? Boy, my report on this dance is really going to make an impact!"