Thanks for the great reviews! These zombies are the George A. Romero type zombies. They are slow moving, they can't run, but they can stumble around kind of fast.
The following is a live radio broadcast…
These things are beginning to crawl around the greater tri-state areas. We encourage all citizens to board up their windows, and stay indoors. It seems that this is some kind of disease that makes the people infected crave human flesh. They have hardly any thought process and are very hard to bring down. It seems that whenever they do, they just get back up. Centers are being set up to shelter people that no longer have homes or are on the run. A statement from the president says that they do not know the origin of the disease but that it is possibly airborne. However, some scientists are saying that the disease is spread from the transfer of DNA from one of the infected to a non-infected. We will be waiting on word from the secretary of defense.
Blake and Jeremy ran around the school to the other side. There were a bunch of students and teachers cluttered in a circle, they were normal. Around all of the entrances of the schools were police officers and part of the swat team. Blake and Jeremy walked over to the crowd, relieved.
Blake opened his cell phone and dialed the number to his parent's home. The phone ringed. Once. Twice. Three Times… Finally Blake heard the voice of his older brother, Jarred, he was 21 and was home for some reason. "Why are you home?"
"Mom and Dad are in the Caribbean, remember?"
"Oh, duh." Blake now clearly remembered his parents leaving that morning and that Jarred was going to stay in the house that week. His parents were probably okay.
"I was about to call you. I'm coming to your high school as quick as I can. Get your little brother from the Jr. High and I'll get you the hell out of there!"
"The guns. What about Dad's guns?"
"I've got all of them. Don't worry, I've also packed water and food. I heard that they're clearing all prisoners from state prisons and opening them up as shelters for citizens, each cell costs $5,000. I already have bought three up in northern Connecticut. We'll need to get more supplies along the way. Hurry!"
"All right, see ya in a few!" Blake shut his phone. "Jeremy, I need to get my little brother. Then Jarred is coming to get me! I think you can come."
Jeremy bit his lip. "I tried calling all of my parents numbers, none of them are working… I guess I'll go with you. Where are we going?"
"To a state prison. We purchased some cells, its should all work out, they cleared out all of the prisoners."
Blake walked over to one of the police officers that was trying to calm the crowd down. "What's the situation with the Jr. High?"
"Its been overtaken. Even the swat team, you can't get in there." Blake gulped. Nate was probably dead. Or one of those zombies, that Jeremy claimed were dead anyways.
"Are there… are there any students alive?"
"There may be… But even if they isolated themselves there is probably no chance for their survival."
But Blake thought that was worth a try. He opened up his cell phone again and dialed in the number of his younger brother. He picked up?
"Blake is that you?
"Nate! Are you okay?"
"Yeah… me and about ten other kids locked ourselves up behind the kitchen. I think we can hold the freak-heads off for a little whiles longer."
"That's good. Stay where you are, I'm trying to come. Just stay where-"
"Please. Please ask him if there is an Amanda Pursey in there? Please?" A girl that was actually in Ms. Thomas' class interrupted. Her name was Haley Pursey, and Amanda was her little sister.
"Nate? Is there an Amanda Pursey with you?"
"…um…YES! She's standing right next to me, why?"
"Her older sister was asking. Okay, I'm going to try and get there as quick as I can! Bye now." Once again, Blake snapped his phone shut. He turned to Haley. "She's there!"
Haley squealed and jumped into Blake's arms. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" Her feet were brought to the ground and Blake turned back to Jeremy.
"You comin' man?"
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."