A Strange Adventure 2: Dawn of the Dead
By NocturneD/WINGZ
Note: Well people I'm back with another chapter for this very awkward story about zombies invading Elwood City and taking it over while everyone tries to defend themselves in the School. Truth is that I had to put it somewhere as it was either the school or the mall, and the mall was cliché these days so I decided what if everyone was held up in a school with zombies outside? Anyway enjoy people!
Rated: PG-13 (For violence, language, and some bad jokes)
Everyone was fortified in the School gym while watching out for one another while others kept shift to watch what might go on and report anything strange. Apparently Bo and David Read were on the first watch while staying in the main hallway of the school keeping watch while nothing tries to get through the front door. While pretty much everyone helped out minus Mr. Crosswire everything looked set like nothing could penetrate the place.
"Well looks like everything is boarded up pretty well." Bo examined the front door as seeing it boarded with different types of wood; others just tore off the desktops of the children's classes and nail it onto the door.
"Seems that way, but I seen some movies like this like someone infected always seems to get passed all of this stuff and then turns into something later." David replied, then scratching his bandaged arm while he put down his aluminum baseball bat.
"Zombie movies?" Bo asked checking his glock 17 handgun then sliding the clip back into the underside of the handgun.
"Something likes that." David replied still trying to scratch his arm but it was too unbearable for him. "Damn my arm itches like hell and still hurts from that dog bite."
"Still hurts David? Maybe you should go back to the gym and have the nurse look at it." Bo explained then giving his gun a clicking sound.
"I probably should this thing gets more unbearable by the minute." David picked up the aluminum bat he set down by the red lockers and left back for the gym. Just then Bo reached inside his coat pocket to pull out a small yellow walky-talky and spoke into it.
"Everything is clear in the front main hall, how are things on your section Carlos?" Bo asked while trying to tune in his talking machine.
"Pretty much clear here as well, the sides do seem where the things want to get in the most. I can still hear them banging on the boarded up doors and everything." Carlos said back into his walky-talky.
"Okay then. Make sure you don't have any kids walking in these halls incase the boards manage to break off the doors and windows." Bo explained, "And for gods sakes don't let Buster out of your sights if he manages to tag along with you."
"You don't have to worry Bo. I'll make sure Buster doesn't leave my side while Mora and I are on patrol." Carlos replied turning off his radio and getting his handgun out that he got from Mr. Ratburn earlier. "Okay Buster let's keep watch and…God damn it. Buster went missing."
Carlos scratched his head and started calling out Buster's name, which then was joined by his other band member Mora who was also walking by.
"Mora have you seen where Buster went?" Carlos asked.
"I don't know either. He just vanished as he rounded that corner. I thought he went into the janitor's closet but then it was locked." Mora admitted then looked down at the tiled floor in disappointment. Carlos noticed that she was unarmed and pretty much left defenseless, guilt was pretty much building up inside of him.
"Mora, take this. You'll at least should protect yourself from those things incase you ever come across from one." Carlos offered by giving her his firearm.
"No sorry, I just can't stand being around those things plus I'm not really good at using one anyway." Mora waved the offer and then turned around back and tries to open the janitor's closet with no avail.
"I'm pretty sure you aren't going to get in by just grabbing onto the handle and shake it hard." Carlos pointed out.
"Thank you captain obvious." Mora growled as she started to grip the handle harder and shove her shoulder into the hard wooden door over and over again.
"No seriously, you're going to hurt yourself if you keep doing that. Let's just go find a key for it, perhaps Buster isn't even in it." Carlos suggested.
"You're maybe right but to make sure. BUSTER ARE YOU IN THERE?" Mora shouted and banged on the door with her fists, no response.
"Okay, how about this then?" Carlos asked as he aimed his handgun towards the knob of the closet, he squeezed the trigger and fired, but with that the doorknob went flying off and hit Mr. Haney in the forehead who was on patrol as well.
"Uh sorry sir." The two said in unison but then the door started to creak open slowly. The two looked inside of the dark little room trying to find a light switch, Mora found one with a string connected to a light on the ceiling and pulled on it as the light activates to show that it was an ordinary janitor's closet and no Buster in sight.
"Hi guys!" Buster came up from behind the two and surprised them.
"WA!" The two screamed together and turned around to see it was Buster with his handy survival guide still in his grip, the two band members were so freaked out that they were holding each other.
"Buster, where in the hell were you all this time?" Carlos asked and taking a couple of deep breathes.
"Getting some left over soup, luckily I got some. What are you two doing in the closet together holding each other?" Buster asked, the two Hispanic accented young adults looked at each other then brushed away from the other blushing.
"Well we thought there might be something useful in this closet but really were looking for you because Mora said she saw you here last." Carlos replied.
"Oh… Hey look we might be able to find some more useful stuff while you're in there." Buster immediately walked in past Mora and Carlos and started digging his hands through random boxes to find something that can be used as a weapon or at least helps. Only looking through a couple of boxes he found really nothing at all except old dirty magazines and for some reason an old sock. "Did you guys know that it's not smart to stick in one spot for too long incase of an outbreak?"
"No, not really Buster, I thought it was pretty much safe here." Carlos replied while watching Buster fiddle around and then grabbed a mop.
"We could use this?" Buster brought up.
"Not sure a mop is going to do anything Buster." Mora added.
"We could make it into a weapon by breaking off the stringy end and put someone's underwear on the end of it." Buster replied.
"My god Buster that has got to be the… best idea I have ever heard." Carlos commented on and turned to face Mora. "Mora I need to borrow your thong."
"PIG!" Mora slapped Carlos across the face.
"OW!" Carlos moaned as he rubbed the side of his face. "Come on it's not like I'm asking you to get naked!"
"That's not what you said when you had those nine cans of beer three weeks ago back at Las Vegas." Buster brought up.
"Shut up Buster." Carlos said in a low and sarcastic tone.
Meanwhile Mr. Ratburn and Mrs. McGrady were sniping off zombies while on top of the school roof. For some reason they were making a game out of it of who can kill the most in five minutes with the guns they were provided with during the patrol.
"Capped off another Nigel." Mrs. McGrady finished the clip in her hunting rifle with an attached scope and slid in another full magazine. The white haired cafeteria lady started firing again into the crowd of the undead.
"Another one for me, hey it works faster if you shoot them in the head." Ratburn added while taking a breather between shots with the heavy automatic silver sniper rifle he acquired from one of the army guys who was sitting in the cafeteria helping out people. Ratburn fired again and one of the zombies' head blew up into chunks and squirting out a small fountain of rotten blood. "You know you should probably be back in the cafeteria helping out with the food rations."
"Oh come on, they can take care of themselves for now. Besides I'm having so much fun blowing these things to pieces." Mrs. McGrady replied taking another shot this time taking a zombie's head blowing it off its shoulders.
In the school's cafeteria not too far away from the gymnasium the survivors were getting some rations being distributed by the few army men and some volunteers. Mr. Crosswire being a big dick about things and thinking things should go his way, Mr. Frensky kept trying to warn and tell him that if he wanted to survive then he's going to have to pitch in and stop bossing everyone around.
A lone male with very dark spiked hair, a mix of an aardvark and a bear, and nice blue eyes with water goggles hanging above his eyes as he looked like around the age of 19 years old. He was wearing a long yellow trench coat with black strips going in insane directions as a pattern along with a sheath for his knife strapped to the left side of his chest. He was sitting by himself playing around with his hands with sliding his fingerless gloves on and off to pass the time, the suspense wasn't getting on his good side. Until a familiar face known as the Brain came walking up to him and offering him a can of ham.
"I got you something Wingz, it's a canned ham." Brain kindly gestured offering it to the dark looking young man.
"Thanks Alan…" The dark male replied in a monotone kind of voice. Kindly taking the canned ham from the nine-year-old genius he slid it inside of his yellow coat and sighed. "I'm sorry about your parents leaving town for their vacation this week, but I'm sure they are worried sick about you." Brain didn't really reply but only sat down next to Wingz and was saddened, "Though I'm glad they put me in charge of taking care of you while they are gone."
"I just… wish they were here…" Brain mumbled.
"Hey I'm just glad you were okay and was with that Sue Ellen girl at the time the police started saying to go to the shelters." Wingz interrupted, "I mean I was literally looking for you all over town to find you but on the way I found some stuff that kept me alive for quite a good long time until I finally came here. Though I'm not particularly proud of what I did to stay alive."
Meanwhile Arthur was walking around the kitchen getting some extra supplies his friends told him to get, unfortunately against his will they still play games with the kid even if something terrible like this situation has happened. He paused in front of the tall and wide refrigerator and opened it to take out a few things, until suddenly he heard a loud clang sound like pans dropping onto the floor. He dropped the items he picked out in surprise and looked at the direction he heard the crash came from.
"Anyone there?" Arthur asked while adjusting his glasses in fear.
"Come… Play… With… Me… Arthur…" Said a voice sounding more of like a little girl, a little too familiar even for him as it came from behind the counter on the other side of the kitchen.
"D.W.?" Arthur asked in confusion as he picked up one of the items he found in the refrigerator as it was an ice pick and gripped it tightly behind his back. Just then a little girl in a pink slightly torn dress but a very deformed face like half of the skin was bitten off, her mouth was gapping open, as some of the skin was missing too and blood still dripped from her neck with a very visible huge bite mark.
"Come… play…" The little girl moaned raising her poorly deformed and ripped arms at her human brother. "Come… play…"
With this Arthur didn't know what to do as he gripped the ice pick even harder behind his back and started to take steps back away from the zombie form of his sister. The little zombie girl started to take steps towards Arthur moaning with her decaying mouth and wanting flesh. Arthur wanted to scream for help but he just couldn't with his shock of fear surging through his body and mind.
To be continued…
Will Arthur being zombie food? Will Mr. Ratburn beat Mrs. McGrady in a shooting contest? Will Mora let Buster and Carlos use her underwear as part of a weapon?
Note: Now that was a little less crude than the last chapter and hardly a remember able scene except for the thong part I admit, now also I don't own any of these characters except for Wingz, he's mine and he also made a cameo in Strickland-Propane's story; "A Strange Story Sequel". With permission of him I can also use his character Louis in this story but promise I won't do a lot with him. To Dead Composer, if you like you could be in it if you want.