As they were getting into their white van, they were all thinking the same thing…where to go, where to go? The roar of the engine started, and spikes ejected from the front of the white van. These were incase if any zombie charged the van to through it out of course. They started their path, with James driving, it was a quite easy solution of a place to go. His old school, Frank ford schools. He drove the van towards the old school, zombies scratching at the front door. Everyone was wondering how he would get past the zombies guarding the door. Suddenly they all knew. James kicked the van into four wheel and then, looking from inside the school he drove it right through the glass window pane with zombies flying everywhere. Luckily, they were all dead by now. He parked the van right in front of the doors he just burst open to close it off so no more would be able to get in.
They sat in the teachers lounge for a while, drinking some mountain dew soda, and having a good laugh about what just happened. They were all a little shaken up about tom still, but you know, things never go away the first moment. Then they here a little rumble and they look over and around the room to make sure its not in the room. They hear it again. James opens the door and looks around. All there is, is the remains of the school corridors. James motions for everyone to stay in there rooms, as he walks down to room 37 A. The noises seem to be from there. He bursts open the door and unloads his sub machine gun. Lucky the tables are sturdy because the boy age of fifteen is hiding behind them with a broken desk leg that is slightly sharp at the end. The boy jumped up and threw his table leg right at James. The boy screamed as he soon found out it was only a man. The table leg hit him, but immediately fell to the floor in a clunk. Lucky for both of them it was not a very sturdy piece of metal.
"You should be using guns not leg pieces, kid. If I was a zombie you would be being eaten limb by limb." James said grinning.
The boy looked down and said "I am fifteen, I can't have a guns, I'm under age."
James laughed, and spoke quietly, "I'm pretty sure laws bend when there is a huge zombie out break.
Later that hour the boy was brought to the staff room, and they locked the door behind them. Everyone laughed, as their scary miss-fortune was only a fifteen year old. So they all talked about their life stories, told everything about tom, and the fifteen year old told about him self. About how his school was over run by crazy men that had pale skin. He wasn't the only survivor, but most died of sickness.