WARNING! This chapter is very strong in violence and sex! The violence is nothing worse than before, but there is rape in this chapter. It's not that strong, but it is there, and anyone uncomfortable with rape should not read this chapter. Sex is also somewhat strong in this chapter, but nothing to get an NC-17 rating. If you're okay with all this, then read away, but don't blame me if you're shocked and/or disgusted; I even shocked myself! I never knew I had this dark side to me
Chapter 04
Insanity
*Classroom A-18*
Shaun's head throbbed terribly when he finally came to. Moaning in pain, he thought, "What the hell hit me?"
When he tried to say it, it came out as, "Wha a el it mae?"
"What was that?" said a female voice nearby.
There was a woman nearby. His head hurt. Was he dead?
"You okay? Sorry about your head, but I thought you were a zombie!"
Shaun shifted his gaze over to where the voice was coming from. His sight was very fuzzy, but he could make out the girl's body. He continued to stare a specific place as his eyes slowly came back to focus.
"And you don't stop looking at my breasts, you'll be a zombie too!" she said, and sounded quite sincere.
"Who you?" he asked woozily as he looked away.
"Krystal Alfred. You might know me as the one who dared to say no' to you."
He struggled to sit up, and looked over at her again. He could now make out her pretty face, which was wearing a very smug smirk right now. Groaning, he tried pull himself up, but fell down. Krystal made no movement to help him.
"So Shaun, why did you come back? I saw you leave with Kim, and you're not the type to come back and save others," said Krystal. "What's your motive?"
"Your stupid brother," muttered Shaun as he pulled himself onto a chair, holding his aching head.
Krystal's eyes widened. "He's alive?! Where is he?"
"Looking around da stupid school for ya," he replied. He was having a hard time concentrating, for now the room was spinning and he felt nauseous.
"He came here to save me? But he can't drive!" exclaimed the blue-haired girl.
"Shut up. My head hurts!" growled Shaun. "I'll talk when I feel better!"
Krystal had to wait a few minutes, and started pacing back and forth, thinking to herself. So busy was she thinking, that she didn't notice Shaun had fully recovered from his migraine, and was currently staring at her butt as she walked away from him.
"I'm better now," he spoke up when he grew tired of just watching. Krystal sat down immediately, and looked him directly in the eyes.
"Okay, now how did you two get here?" she snapped.
Shaun was upset that he couldn't just say that Falco was dead. He had admitted that Falco was alive when he was recovering from his blow, and now he was stuck with Falco's bitchy sister. What could be worse?
"I drove him here," he said simply.
"I doubt that you stopped and listened to what he had to say! Especially if you were with Kim!" replied Krystal hotly, crossing her arms. Shaun then noticed she had his gun in her hand.
"Give me back my gun," he ordered her.
"You tell me all I want to know, and I'll give it to you!"
He hated being told what to do, but was going to have to put up with it for now. Besides, Shaun liked it when she said give it to you,' for that got him thinking. Krystal was, without a doubt, very sexy. Shapely body, great ass, great tits-
"I said, quit staring at me there!" she shouted, pointing a threatening finger at him. "Don't make me slap you!"
"Whatever," he replied. He figured that the only to get sex from her was to tell her what she wanted. "Well, I nearly hit him with my car when he ran in the street. Then this monster came and attacked us!"
"Keep going!" she ordered, keeping her eyes on his.
"The monster killed Kim, and then I killed it."
"You killed it?" she repeated. "How?"
"The gun, bi...I mean, with the gun, of course!" lied Shaun.
Krystal looked at him suspiciously, doubting what he said very much. "And then?"
"Then we came to this hell which was once our school, I checked out the parking lot, and he went right in this school!"
"You let him go in unarmed?!"
"He had a baseball bat!"
"Oh, that would be my bat," thought Krystal, and smiled. Shaun thought it was for him, but it was really for Falco.
"You done asking questions?"
"Yeah, I am," she asked, standing up. Now she was planning to leave this room and look for Falco and for any survivors, since she was now armed. Her stepbrother was very brave to go in this school with only a baseball bat; brave or stupid, maybe both. Then again, Falco was thinking of helping her, and Krystal was not about to think ill of him for that!
"Good. Then let's have some sex!"
This hit her harder than a punch would have. Krystal could hardly believe he would say something like that! They were trapped in a school filled with flesh-eating zombies, and he wanted to shag her? She was beginning to wish that the zombies had got him.
"Hell, no," she replied, looking away from him and down at his gun, checking it for bullets. She knew how to operate a gun, for her father taught her how to use a gun when she was fifteen.
"What do you mean, no'?" he asked incredulously.
"No as in, No, I will never have sex with you'!"
"I came here to save you people!"
"Who do you think you are, James Bond?" she shot back. "You don't get to bang me just because you come! I'm grateful you did come here, but-"
"Then let's screw! You don't want to die a virgin, do you?"
Rather bluntly, Krystal replied, "Shaun, I'd rather screw one of those zombies out there than you."
That made Shaun angry. How dare this girl refuse him?! With an angry yell, he pounced on her, knocking the gun from her hand. Pinning her to the floor, his furious brown eyes almost burned into hers.
"You ungrateful, little bitch!" he hissed. "All I want for my bravery and rescuing you is just a little piece of ass, and you say no?!"
Krystal was more frightened than she wanted to show, fearing that Shaun might go berserk and try to rape her. Some of the terror escaped through her eyes, and she replied, "All you did was walk into this room. You didn't save me."
"Well, you're not going to be able to get out without me!" he spat. "Now give me some pussy, or I'll beat the shit out of you and leave you for the zombies!"
Krystal was now certain that Shaun had gone insane. Nothing else could explain why he expected her to be his sex slave the moment he returned to his normal self, and turned into a violent monster when she refused. It was either that, or his ego had grown so large, that she couldn't comprehend its size; it filled him with a dangerous arrogance.
With his knees pressing down on her waist and his hands holding her arms down by the wrists, she was helpless to do anything to fight back. Although Krystal was strong and able to take care of herself, Shaun was bigger and stronger than her.
"If you rape me, then you'll be hunted down by the police and arrested for the rest of your pathetic life!" she hissed, trying to think of anything to get calm down.
He scoffed and replied, "If those zombies eat you, who could tell that I personally had done the duty? Also, if you offer yourself to me, it's not rape."
"I'll never give myself to you!"
He let go of her right arm just long enough to punch her head. She saw spots and stars from the blow, and her body went limp. Her eyesight went fuzzy for a moment, and when she blinked, she saw the barrel of a gun pointed at her forehead.
"You're mine, bitch!" exclaimed Shaun fiercely. He then hit her head with the handle of the gun, making her lose focus. Helpless to do anything, she only could watch as he pulled her shirt up to expose her green bra.
Shaun was now lust and ego driven as he admired her breasts. Still pointing the gun at her head, he reached out with his other hand and grabbed her right breast; he squeezed it harder and harder, until she cried out in pain.
"You like that, don't you, bitch?" he cackled. Pulling the bra off of her breast, he clamped his mouth on her nipple, sucking fervently. As he suckled her, he felt that he was in control enough, and put the gun down to the side.
Krystal, who was still woozy from the blows, realized that now was her only chance. With Shaun's left hand holding down her hand (the hand on the side where the gun was), his right hand clutching her breast quite painfully, and his mouth sucking her nipple, he had left her right hand unguarded completely.
She lashed out and punched him in the side of the head, which caused him to flinch and bite her hard. Krystal screamed out in pain, and punched harder. This time, Shaun let go, and his grip on her other arm weakened. Overpowering him, she pushed him off of him with all her strength.
He was cursing like a madman, calling her the same degrading names over and over. She didn't care, however, as rage consumed her and drove her to a different type of insanity: the uncontrollable urge to inflict revenge.
Screaming words that she had always thought herself too intelligent to use, she pounded his head, his chest, his groin. She didn't stop, not until he wailed, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Sorry, huh?" she hissed, grabbing his shirt. "You almost raped me, you sick, son of a bitch!"
"I-I didn't mean to!" he sobbed. Blood gushed from his nose, and bruises could be seen on his face. "I...I can't help myself! It-it must be that same evil that's making those zombies!"
Krystal glared at him, fire in her emerald eyes. She dropped him to the floor, then stood up. "I'll leave you here to tend to your wounds!"
"You're...you're gonna le-leave me?" whimpered Shaun.
"Yes, I-I-I am!" she mocked him coldly. She quickly put her bra back over her breasts, and pulled her shirt down. Picking up the gun, she muttered, "I'm taking this too!"
"But-but it's mine!" he whined.
"Give me a reason why I should care!" she replied, then stormed towards the door. "I'm out of here. There's no lock on the door, but you can barricade it if you want?"
"Wh-where are you going?" he called, sounding quite pathetic.
"To find my brother," she replied, then slammed the door behind her.
*Krystal Alfred*
Never had so many emotions been going through Krystal's mind at once! She was terrified, for monsters and zombies roamed this school freely, and her stepbrother was here! Shaken, for she had very nearly been raped. Irate, for what Shaun had tried to do to her; in fact, just thinking of Shaun made her furious. She also felt disgusted, for he had been sucking her nipple, which was still wet and sticky with his saliva; it felt like acidic poison or swamp mud on her skin, and she hated the feeling.
But more than anything, she felt frustration to the point of tears. What had she, or anyone here, done to deserve this? Seeing her fellow students being attacked by horrible zombies and monsters, being eaten alive and their blood splashing all over anyone nearby; Krystal's jeans were stained with one of her best friend's blood.
Heather Gator was terrified of those zombies, so afraid that she couldn't run. Julius and Krystal had tried to pull her away, but then a zombie dog leapt through the crowd and knocked Heather down. They had tried to kick the decaying monster away, but the dog ripped Heather's throat open before it was knocked off. Krystal was paralyzed at the sight of her once-living friend lying there, now dead and blood flowing from her neck.
Sally Buckle shared the same fate, only by human zombies. The doors of the Multipurpose Room had all suddenly locked, and the students were pushing on the doors, trying with all their might to break them open. Sally was one of those pushing, but she was grabbed from behind by a female zombie. The monster bit into her neck, and she died very quickly.
When one of the double doors was broken open, the students flowed out like water, desperate to get away from the zombies and other monsters. Yet the hallways brought more death, as the flesh-eating monsters were in the hallways too. Students were brought to terrible deaths as the hungry beasts ate them without any remorse.
Krystal had seen Mr. Arkanee, one of the teacher's, unlock a classroom, trying desperately to get away from the monsters. Yet a frog the size of a pool table had grabbed hold of his leg with its tongue, dragged the poor man to its mouth, and swallow him alive. She had run into the classroom and slammed the door behind her while the beast was eating her English teacher.
She had no clue if Terry, Julius, or Olivia were alive, but she didn't think it was possible; the monsters were everywhere when they had swarmed into the dance! She was amazed that she was still alive!
Yet when she left the classroom in a rage, she was surprised to see no monsters or zombies at all! Had they left? Yet she did see the corpses of several students on the ground, blood forming huge pools in the hallways. A shudder ran up spine like electricity, and her throat spasmed involuntarily. She recognized each teenager lying dead on the floor, and the fact that she knew these kids made it more horrifying.
Cocking Shaun's gun, she wondered how many bullets it had left. She should have searched him for clips, but didn't even watch to touch the bastard. How dare he think that she would give himself to him like a brainless whore when he had found him? The fact that he tried to rape her when she refused made her even more angry; she just couldn't stop thinking about it. When Krystal became angry about something or someone, she wouldn't drop the grudge for a lengthy time. What Shaun had done to her, she would never forget; if she could call the police or the army, she would make sure to tell them about him.
Taking in a deep breath to get herself psyched up, she walked down the hallway, holding Shaun's gun with both hands. She had to find her stepbrother and her friends before she left this slaughterhouse. Yet with the zombies, killer dogs, giant spiders and frogs, all of whom she had seen eat her classmates mercilessly in the Multipurpose Room, how was she going to last for long enough?
*Shaun Fogel*
Shaun was now standing up slowly and woozily for the second time this night. He was furious beyond words, so angry he couldn't see straight. That bitch Krystal had no right to beat him up!
His rage built the more he thought about it, and the thought of killing her was now almost sexual to him. Next time he found her, he would force her to have sex with him, then kill her. That bitch, that bitch...
Why she had refused him in the first place was confusing to him. Surely, she wanted to have sex with him like every other girl did? Also, she didn't want to die as a virgin, did she? Yet she had refused to have sex with him right in his face, and it pissed off Shaun very much. No girl should refuse him, so he decided to force her to want him.
He had pinned her down to keep her from going anywhere, and then punched her so that she would calm down. When he grabbed hold of her breast, he remembered the great pleasures that a girl's body brought him the last time he had felt a naked tit. Driven by the need, he ripped her bra off and started to suck her tit. The taste and texture of Krystal's, it was so good! Better than the first two girls, Krystal's melon was so good, he had dropped his guard while he sucked her.
Then the bitch started punching him, knocking him off of her. When she started to beat him, he had to pretend to ask sorry and pathetic; really, it was all an act! Yet it didn't work for the cold-hearted bitch, and she left, taking his gun with him! How dare she take his gun!
She had no right to beat him or take his gun. His actions were justifiable, seeing that he had come to save his fellow students, so women should spread their legs for him willingly. Everything he had done was understandable, and being forceful with her was just his way controlling her wild side. Yet she had rebelled, and like all rebels, she deserved to die for that.
When Shaun found her, he would beat her up. Then he would suck her jugs once again, screw her until she passed out, and then shoot her in the head. She didn't deserve to live, not after what she did to him. The zombies could eat those fine tits, along with her blue hair and well-screwed pussy. He wish he could see that; the carnage would not bother him.
He licked his lips as he grinned evilly. The taste of her tit was still on his lips, and it was quite delicious. When he got what he wanted, he would suck those tits until his lips were sore; he could understand why zombies would eat tits, for they tasted good enough for a sane man like him to do so.
He would have to wait a few minutes, and make sure she was out of bullets; going after her when she had a loaded gun was stupid, especially since she would shoot him dead, the bitch. Yet when he would leave the room, he would find her, and get his revenge. He could almost taste her tits now...
*Falco Alfred*
Falco eyed the room curiously. The label Classroom A-50' was proudly plastered on the door, and to his knowledge, no one had ever entered that room. Since he never talked to anyone at school, and since he thought that Krystal would him paranoid if he brought it up with her, he never knew what class was taught in there.
Now he was regretting that, for something most interesting had been revealed. The fire alarm next to the door had been knocked to the floor, a clever disguise for a metal plaque that shined in the light. The indentures of two circles in the plaque were the size of quarters, and Falco assumed that this was the key to the door; after all, it was locked, and even his C Key didn't work.
Falco shook his head and sighed; this day just got more mysterious as it went on. In one hand, he clenched his bat, and the other held the C Key, which had just failed him. Glancing at his watch, he realized it was 1:24. The ticking of the watch sounded menacing, and was grating his nerves...
"Wait a minute!" he whispered, feeling the hair on the back of his neck stand up. "My watch doesn't tick!"
He looked around, and then saw an abomination lumber around the corner. It was a giant spider, with bright green and brown hair, and plenty of glittering, evil eyes. When it saw Falco, it stopped walking, and the clicking of its legs stopped. The two stared at each other, and Falco saw the blood drip from its huge fangs. Falco had always been terrified of spiders, and now there was a bulky arachnid the size of a pool table thirty feet from him.
Then, rearing up and shrieking in a terribly high pitch, the spider charged! Falco's arachnaphobia struck him like lightning, and he screamed and ran for his life! The beast was fast, too fast!
Grabbing onto a classroom door, Falco jammed the key into the lock. The spider had stopped its charge, but was lifting its front legs, exposing its vile mouth. He then pushed the door open with all his might, and slammed it shut.
This door had a window, unlike many of the other doors, and Falco then saw a green liquid splash over the door, window and floor, soaking the place he was standing three seconds ago. He could hear it sizzle like acid, and small patches of the window were eaten away! Falco let out a sigh of great relief, and stuffed the life-saving key into his pocket.
*Classroom A-???*
Suddenly, behind him, there was an explosion of glass! Falco whipped around to see the windows, which looked out to the hallway on the other side, come crumbling down like a waterfall of shards. Three zombies had broken in, and fell inside like clumsy drunks. After they pulled themselves up, they shambled towards Falco, arms outstretched and moaning loudly.
Falco lifted his bat, preparing to swing. Then the door, which was now behind him, was hit with a mighty ram! It must be the spider, more persistent than the zombies! Even though that door was metal, Falco didn't want to wait around to see if it would make it.
Jumping onto a desk, Falco took his bat and swung it at the nearest zombie's head, smashing it open. Brains and blood leaked out, but the zombie pressed forward. Kicking him down, Falco brought the bat down on the next one, yet it still walked forward. Falco jumped back and off of the desk, avoiding their outstretched arms.
Running from the zombies, he dashed around the classroom, around the teacher's desk, and then to the shattered windows. Yet before he could climb out, something caught his eye.
A small case hung on the wall by a small nail, and inside of it was a circular crest the size of a quarter. There was writing underneath the plaque, which had the engraving of an ocean wave on it. Feeling that it was important, Falco yanked it off the wall, and then climbed out through the shattered window.
Turning around to see if his undead attackers were still after him, he was disgusted by the sight that met his eyes. One of the zombies was eating away at his companion's head, biting at the ooze that ran from the wound that Falco had given him. The other zombie was still after him, and Falco burst into a spirit.
Running into a nearby room, he quickly fished the key out of his pocket. He shoved the crest's container under his arm, unlocked the door, and pushed himself in. Panting hard, he slammed the door behind him.
"Crikey," he muttered. "Those things are everywhere!"
Then he felt himself grin in spite of the situation. "Did I just say crikey'?" he asked himself, then laughed. He flipped the switch to the room on, and made a quick scan for zombies. Seeing none, he decided to find out what this crest was about.
Placing the crest's container on a desk, he seated himself in the uncomfortable chair to examine the crest. The writing underneath the object inside read:
Water is a lilypad's home.
Lilypad High School
Pretty cheesy, when Falco thought about it. The crest with water gleamed in the light, and it was a quaint little trinket. It was definitely one of the two crests for that one door, but how was he going to get it out?
After studying the container for a few minutes, there was no way to get the trinket out unless he pried or broke it open. He wasn't going to hammer it with the bat, in the risk of smashing the trinket. Then Falco remembered his knife!
Unzipping his backpack, he pulled the carving knife. After a few minutes of working the knife around the edges of the plastic case and very nearly cutting himself several times, Falco managed to open the plastic case, and retrieve the token!
With a triumphant smirk, Falco examined the beautiful crest in his fingers. Whatever metal it was, he wasn't sure, but he liked the design of the wave on it. On the back were the words Water Crest,' which whetted Falco's curiosity.
What were these crests for? Why was the school built like this? Who else knew about this, other than himself? If Umbrella built this school, then they were involved with this hidden door, but were they involved in the undead hell that was taking place?
Falco shook his head in his ever-growing frustration. Sherlock Holmes, if he existed, would be stumped by this mystery. What was going on in this hellhole?
He placed the knife in his backpack, and the Water Crest in his pocket. Summoning his courage again, he decided to venture out into the school again. Gripping the the bat tightly, he slowly opened the door and looked outside.
Several zombies, about four or five, were down the hallway, eating the remaining flesh off of a corpse. Falco quickly headed in the opposite direction, thinking about what his next move should be.
"I want to find that other crest," he thought, "but my chief concern is to find Krystal or any other survivors. Where on earth could they be?!"
*Krystal Alfred*
"Olivia!" shouted Krystal, running to her fallen friend from across the hallway.
Yet when she came close, she gasped and shrank back. Her friend's neck, chest and stomach had been almost completely eaten away. The sight made Krystal gag, and then vomit on the floor.
Olivia Tango, her friend and a good girl, was now another victim of this massacre. "First Heather, then Sally, now Livy!" she thought bitterly as she spat the remaining vomit from her mouth. "When I find the one responsible, they are going to die!"
Then a loud moan echoed throughout the hallway, followed by wet sounding footsteps. Krystal looked up to see a zombie come out from around the corner, its arms raised and its mouth wide open. Even with its face mutated and falling apart, Krystal could identify the teenaged girl it once was, but couldn't remember her name.
The zombie girl then walked towards the corpse of Olivia, and knelt down to her, opening her mouth. A hungry moan escaped the zombie's lips as it prepared to bite into the remains of Olivia's shoulders.
"GET AWAY FROM HER, YOU SICK FREAK!!" bellowed Krystal, and then pointed her gun at the zombie's head. Two shots echoed around the school, and the zombie collapsed to the floor, blood oozing from its head.
Krystal, shocked to the point that she couldn't think straight, just stood there, the gun smoking and pointing at the zombie's head. She was staring wide-eyed like a mad woman, and bottom lip was trembling.
Then Olivia's eyes opened, revealing the blue globes under the eyelids that were supposed to never open again. She moaned loudly, then stood up slowly; Krystal started hyperventilating as she stumbled backwards; her dead friend shambled towards her, moaning and growling.
"OLIVIA! It's me, Krystal!" screamed the blue-haired teenager. "Stop! Don't come closer! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
No reply except a hungry moan came forth, and then Krystal lost her footing and fell down. Falling on the ground, which was covered with blood, she felt her stomach lurch, right under her pounding heart. Olivia kept walking towards her, mouth gaping and keeping her sunken eyes fixated on Krystal.
There was nothing more horrifying to Krystal than seeing her supposedly dead friend come after her, moaning and growling like a flesh-eating zombie from a video game. Her heart felt like it had already been savagely ripped from her chest. Her brain spun and darted like an out-of-control roller coaster. Nothing made sense anymore.
Krystal, tears welling up in her eyes, aimed her gun at Olivia's head, and shot her dead friend. The bullet caught the zombie girl in the eye, splattering the eyeball all over the place, and yet the zombie only flinched and fell down on Krystal!
Screaming, Krystal desperately tried to push the zombie away, but it had strength that over-powered her! Olivia lunged for her neck with her festering mouth, but missed the target by an inch or two when Krystal punched the zombie's head back.
Desperate, Krystal put the gun to the side of the zombie's head, and shot a bullet into it's brain at point blank range. She kept on shooting, using every shot the gun had on her friend's zombie, even when the zombie collapsed lifelessly.
Panting and whimpering, Krystal shoved the carcass off of her as quickly as possible. Dropping Shaun's gun, she ran from the monster that had once been her friend. After some distance was put in between herself and Olivia's corpse, she broke down and cried.
Tears ran down her cheeks, which was speckled with Olivia's blood. Blood was coating her shirt and back, and she smelled like a rotting corpse herself. Her heart was going to burst out of her chest, and she felt like she would never feel safe or healthy again. Sitting down with her back against the wall, she wrapped her arms around her legs, smothering her face in them.
"Olivia, Olivia," she kept whimpering. What had happened to her friend?
Krystal's screams were too far away for Falco to recognize them. They sounded like very far off cries of a zombie or something other kind of monster. The gunshots were also misconstrued, for the young boy was walking gingerly around corpses of his schoolmates, not paying attention to anything but the fact that they might rise up and attack him.
Shaun, however, did hear the screams and shots. He also heard the clicking sounds of the gun, signaling its emptiness. The teenaged boy patted his pocket, feeling the clip that he had brought with him.
"Sounds like that bitch needed me after all!" he thought smugly to himself. After waiting a few seconds, he heard her crying very close to the classroom. Now was his chance!
Striding out of the room like a king through his court, Shaun looked down at Krystal when he left the room. Her head swung over to him, whipping her bloodstained, blue hair around. She scowled at him through her wet eyes.
"Go the hell away!" she hissed.
"Where's my gun?" he asked calmly, yet there was a sense of excitement in his voice.
"I said, go away, you bastard!" she shouted, not even bothering to answer his question. Her eyes had fire in them, her hatred was so strong.
Shaun approached her in strides, then squatted down next to her. "Looks like you need my help after all!" he replied cockily.
"Get out my face," she spat. "That's the last time I tell you-"
She was cut off as Shaun punched her in the head, which knocked her to the floor. Dazed from the punch, which added to all of the confusion and shock her mind was filled with, she fell to the floor and didn't recover very quickly. Shaun took the opportunity to grab her by the ankles, and dragged her towards the classroom he had just entered.
Krystal very slowly realized what was happening to her, and then she started to struggle. Squirming and kicking her legs as much as she could, Shaun had difficulty holding onto her. She was spewing out foul insults, yet he ignored them. Her fingers tried to claw the ground for support, but they just ran across the smooth floor.
When he had dragged her into the classroom, he was already punching her in the head before she could recover. His fists met her back, her arms, her head. When he was certain that she wouldn't fight back, he stood up and shut the door, then pushed a couple of desks against it.
"No one and nothing is going to save you now," he laughed evilly. Krystal rolled onto her back, looking up at the young man who had turned into an absolute madman. Everything hurt so bad, she couldn't move; her mind was spinning so hard that she couldn't have moved anything even if her body was fine.
"Now let me have that pussy, bitch," he spat, then unzipped his jeans.
"God, somebody stop him!" Krystal thought, only a small whimper coming from her mouth. Yet as he leaned down on top of her, yanking her clothes off without any struggle coming from her, she knew it was too late. The instant her bra was off, he clamped his mouth on her nipple and sucked fervently.
"I always thought that I could defend myself!" she thought helplessly as Shaun yanked off her pants. "I never believed I would end up as a helpless chick who needed a knight in shining armor!"
Then he felt her enter her, and she screamed as her virginity was taken with a flood of intense pain. As she screamed, she thought, "I was wrong."
*Falco Alfred*
The bat came down on the zombie's decaying head, crushing it like a rotten watermelon. The second flesh-eater was knocked to the ground with a powerful swing, and Falco panted hard as he ran from the two living corpses.
Winding around a corner, he saw several more zombies staggering about. Before they noticed him, Falco swung himself behind the corner and out of sight.
Then Falco noticed he was standing next to a classroom door. Should he check it out, or should he ignore the crest thing until he found his stepsister, or anyone else alive. Was the crest thing important?
Then from the room, he heard someone cry out! A survivor, and he could tell by the voice that it was female! How did she get in the room with the doors locked?
The female voice cried out again, and Falco had the feeling she was being attacked! Dropping the knife and quickly reaching for the key, he shoved it into the lock, then burst into the room, bat ready!
What he saw was not what he expected. Imogine Susanna was lying on top of the teacher's desk naked, and a boy was pumping into her as fiercely as he could. The sight sickened Falco, almost as much as the zombies did.
"What the heck do you think you're doing?" he shouted, pointing an accusing finger at them.
They both looked over at him, embarrass and furious at being caught having sex. "Get the hell out of here, Falco!" the boy snarled, then added after a grunt, "You little prick!"
"Don't you know what's going on out there?!" continued Falco, pointing out of the door wildly.
"The dance, you retarded fag," moaned Imogine; her body coated in sweat, and was panting hard. "I know you can't get any action, but that doesn't mean you have to disturb us!"
"So get the hell out of here!" grunted the boy, clenching Imogine's large breast in his hand, trying to make Falco jealous.
"Students are DYING out there!" shouted Falco, storming towards them. He was hit by the smell of sex and body fluids, and very nearly gagged, for they were so strong. "How can you have ignored those monsters out there?!"
"What are you talking about?" asked the boy haughtily. "You retarded, perverted freak! And why the hell are you wearing pajamas?"
Falco was having a hard time getting the concept of this; these two were having sex when zombies and monsters roamed the school, and they acted like it wasn't happening! They couldn't be unaware of them! And how did they get into this classroom with all the doors locked?
"The students are all flesh-eating zombies!" yelled Falco. "How can you have missed them?!"
The high school president burst into a fit of laughter, her large breasts jiggling with every laugh. "You are living in an imaginary world, aren't you? I guess you're as screwed up as your little stories!"
The boy laughed too. "Get out of here, Falco, you sick, son of a bitch. If you wanna stay and watch, fine; it's the only action you'll get, apart from your love bitches, Pikachu and Jar-Jar Binks!"
"Believe me, I'm very tempted to leave and let you get eaten alive!" exclaimed Falco. He noticed the windows and then pointed out them. "Look at the massacre-"
He stopped when his eyes fell upon a large, lizardman-like creature, right outside the window. It was about six feet tall, with arms that reached down to the ground, coming from very broad shoulders. Sharp teeth sprouted from its mouth, and no neck attached its head to its body. Its beady eyes saw Falco, and it then let out a shriek that was so high-pitched, it was inhumane! Jumping through the window and spraying glass around the room, it landed a few feet from Falco, and right next to a horrified Imogine and her partner.
The glass only left very small nicks and cuts in the reptile's green, scaly skin. It looked at Falco hungrily, and lifted its hands in a threatening manner. Long claws sprouted from both hands, and it sniffed the air like a dog. However, when it inhaled, the lizardman looked surprised, as if it smelt something it didn't expect.
The lizardman sniffed the air and looked at Imogine and her partner, and then sniffed very loudly. It almost seemed to purr, for the smell seemed very appealing to it. The monster was very much interested in this scent, and it grinned wickedly at the naked couple.
Imogine let out a high-pitched scream, then pushed her partner off of her. "Get off of me, Derek!" she shrieked, trying to get out from under him.
"You little slut, stop pushing-" Derek screamed, but was cut short when the lizardman dug its teeth into Derek's shoulder. He screamed in pain, while Imogine tried to push her partner off of her, shrieking her head off.
Falco swung the bat down on the lizardman's head, and it shook off the blow like a tap. Swinging one of its arms in a backhand motion, it knocked Falco off his feet and back to the doorway! Falco slammed against the floor, moaning in pain. "Dang, that thing's strong!" he thought in his pain, unable to concentrate because he was so dazed.
The lizardman turned its attention back to the couple, and then slashed at Derek, ripping a chuck out of his side. The boy was screaming in pain, so terrible that he wouldn't get off of Imogine. She screamed, and finally was able to shove him off. He landed on the floor, moaning in pain and dazed.
The lizardman noticed this, then raised a clawed foot. Derek's terrified scream was cut off short when the monster stomped down on his head, either knocking him out or killing him. The lizardman then slashed into his chest, ripping him open.
Imogine, who could care less about Derek, raced for the door. The lizardman looked up, and then hissed. Leaping through the air, it drove its claw right into Imogine's back, puncturing her all the way through. Blood spurted out as Imogine screamed in pain, then slumped to the floor dead.
Falco, finally recovering from his blow, then noticed his knife at the doorway! He grabbed it and stood up, gripping it tightly. The lizardman was not effected by the bat, and it was not interested in food; it had killed Derek, and then went after Imogine, only because of the fact that she was alive. Like lizardmen in video games, all this one wanted to do was kill.
The lizardman, noticing Falco, glared at him through its reptile eyes. Leaping through the air, it landed right in front of Falco, pulling its clawed hand back.
But Falco was quicker. He drove the knife right into the ugly reptile's face, and it shrieked in pain and surprise! Falling backwards and crushing a desk underneath it, the lizardman started having some kind of seizure, whipping its arms around and knocking over desks and chairs.
Falco could hear what sounded like its bones breaking, as the monster's thrashing calmed down. Its last thoughts were that it should have slashed Falco before it landed, like it did with Imogine. If it hadn't gotten cocky...
With a final twitch, the lizardman lay still on the floor, the knife stuck firmly in its face. The monster was dead. Falco was now very glad that he brought it, but he would not retrieve the knife from the dead lizardman's face; there was no way he could summon the courage or guts to do that.
Falco wiped the sweat from his forehead, then looked at the dead bodies of Derek and Imogine. He didn't feel much pity for them, especially Imogine. She only cared for herself, and let Derek die to the claws of the beast. He remembered now that Derek was the head of the Journalism class, which meant that she was most likely offering him some sex so that no one would have anything bad about the dance published. The president was a whore of the worst kind, and proved in the past few minutes what Falco had always suspected: Imogine would sooner let one of the boys she screwed die than help them.
"Serves you right, you little slut," he muttered, then quickly inspected the classroom for the other crest. It wasn't there, so Falco left the classroom, preparing himself for the monsters.
"At least if I find Krystal," he thought, "I'll have some good news for her. She'll be thrilled to know what happened to Imogine Susanna!"
*Krystal Alfred*
She lay there on the floor, her jeans at her feet, topless and panting hard. Shaun had raped her several times, and she had been helpless to stop him. So helpless...
"It's your own fault," said Shaun as he zipped up his pants. "If you had given yourself to me, I wouldn't have had to force you. At least you got some action before you will die."
"You...bastard...," she hissed quietly. Her body was wrecked, paralyzed from the pain that Shaun had inflicted on her.
"Oh, shut up, bitch," he snapped. "You should be honored that I even let you have sex with me, but all you do is whine, whine, whine! Death is too good for an ungrateful whore like you; I might need the bullets, and I don't want to waste one on you."
Shaun then picked up Krystal's green bra, and stuffed it in his pocket. "I'll be taking this, if you don't mind," he said very smugly. "After all, I need proof that you had sex with me; no one would believe that you gave yourself to me!"
He shoved the desks away from the door, and cocked his gun; he had loaded his spare clip earlier. "I'm sorry that I wasn't able to shag you a bit longer, but I wouldn't want to be too tired when going out into this hellhole."
"He's talks too much," thought Krystal. "He's like a James Bond villain...,"
Swinging the door wide open, he smirked at her. "I'll leave this door open so you can see those monsters come get your little pussy!" he then chuckled. "Looks like I'm the one leaving you this time. How ironic!"
Krystal was so exhausted and sore that she couldn't reply, only hear Shaun laugh evilly. "Have fun, bitch! I'm gonna get a bit more pussy, and when I find your brother, he's gonna get the bullet that I would've given you!"
As he left the room, he heard her scream out in agony; her stepbrother was now being hunted by a psychotic rapist, and she couldn't help him. She couldn't even help herself...
