Outbreak day 1
Safe house
More gunfire… a muffled scream… growls and the gnashing of teeth… this was they're only warning.
Looking around at his panicked classmates, Darren decided to act. Flipping his chair over and kicking the steel leg, he created himself a makeshift club. "Here." He said throwing his boot knife to Shane. "We're getting out of here…" some of the students in the lab had already started to breakdown, others used cell phones to contact friends else where in the school. Shane looked to Darren then to October, "Where the hell are we going to go?" "Haven't got that far yet, we just need to get out of here." Replied Darren. Two girls held each other, crying… One boy had thrown his computer off the counter and held his head in his hands… but most stared out into the hallway… where all hell was breaking loose. People tripping over bodies and being drug down and torn apart by other people. Darren, Shane, and October moved over to watch along with the other survivors in the room. "Oh my god…" whispered October silently, turning to Darren she buried her face in his chest and sobbed silently. October was one of the toughest people Shane had ever met, and seeing her in tears is enough to make anyone afraid. Wrapping his arms around October, Darren attempted to calm her down, while thinking of a course of action. When the class turned their attention to the sound of splintering wood. "Follow me if you want to make it out alive!" called a large figure holding a fire axe and a handgun. No one moved… October had stopped crying and was now looking at the menacing blood covered figure in the doorway. He wore green camouflage pants, and a black wife beater with thick soled combat boots. "Move!" yelled the figure as he stepped into the room, dodging an attacker and burying the axe in his skull. "NOW!" no one hesitated this time, every one rushed for the door, some picked up makeshift weapons on the way. The survivors had just walked into hell… blood was pooling on the floor, the smell of urine, vomit, and decaying meat was everywhere… dismembered bodies (some still crawling towards them) adorn the hallway. "Don't just fucking stand there!" shouted the frantic voice of their hero. As everyone ran to catch up with him, a badly burn and skinned hand reached out and grabbed October by the shoulder and pulled her violently off her feet. "Darren!" she yelled out as the hand pulled her towards broken teeth. Darren sprinted to October's aid, hitting the man in the head with the chair leg. It lost its grip on October and was sent sprawling; Darren was immediately on top of it, hitting it repeatedly in the head with the steel leg. Blood and brain matter splattered the floor and walls… the man stirred no more… "Get the hell up!" he shouted at a teary eyed October. "Fucking run!" She didn't hesitate to catch up with the others… The tears that had welled up in her eyes previously were now streaming down her cheeks, at the thought of one of her best friends taking the life of another human being… even if it was out of self defense. Outside the chaos continued… cars were overturned in the street, more bodies… The was no doubt in Shane's mind this was the end of the fucking world… Looking behind him he saw Darren carrying a bloodied chair leg, and October with blood splattered on her face. Shaking himself of the thought that Darren could kill someone, he continued the desperate sprint to follow the rest of the group. Of the 30 kids that were in the class… 6 remained… the rest had either been trampled or caught by the crazies that roamed the streets. Finally they reached a small, weather worn house. The windows were barred up, and the fence in the front yard was falling apart. Two bushes a long the sides of the house divided the property between the neighbors, and provided a small barrier from the maniacs. But none of this fazed Shane… it was the high-powered rifle jutting from the second story window that made him slow to a jog. A loud crack filled the air as the sniper took a shot at one of the crazed people perusing them… his aim was true… blood, grey matter, and skull fragments flew from the targets head, the assailant slowed and dropped to his knees then fell face first to the asphalt. "Get inside now!" shouted the group's temporary leader, while holding the front door open. "There's weapons in the basement!" Shane looked back at Darren, his black shirt and pants were covered in blood and sweat, his dark brown hair was a mess, but his expression still had not changed… even after taking that mans life back in the school… Shane then looked to October her eyeliner had smeared from crying, blood adorn her face and neck, and her black shirt and shorts were covered in dirt. Shaking his head as he went into the house he said, in a near whisper "We're not going to last the night…" no one heard him as the rest followed into the house… this was to be tomb for some… for others it was a second chance…