Have you seen the ghost of John?
Big white bones with the flesh all gone…
Ooo, ooo ooo ooo ooo…
Wouldn't it be chilly with no flesh on?
"The town of Retroville, Mr. Neutron, is how far away from the border of Mexico and The United States?"
I listened to the withered voice of Mr. Stephens give me the same question, again, as if he couldn't believe I'd gotten a simple geography question right. He should know my IQ, he combed through my permanent record looking for bad or embarrassing instances, and he had to have found it.
"The town of Retroville is exactly 7.33 miles from the border." I said in the same, emotionless voice.
"You forgot the magic word, Mr. Neutron."
"The town of Retroville is exactly 7.33 miles from the border, sir."
The monster teacher nodded in approval, ignoring the snickers of the class behind him. It was everyday with him, he had to find a way to embarrass me.
"Say, if I wanted to become a teacher, would I have to find a stick to put up my ass, or does that come with the job?" whispered Sheen to Carl.
I winked at Sheen. He'd always be there for me, at least. I think he kept me from going off the deep end. It would be the Retroville High Massacre, and it'd be too graphic for some dumb host to make a documentary of on HBO.
"Mr. Sheen, I believe you need to respect your elders. I think a month erasing answers out of workbooks with Mr. Neutron will do the trick. Report to the Principals office, immediately."
Sheen flashed a smile as he got up, and turned around and winked at Libby. He walked up to me, and opened the door. He knew detention meant a one way ticket out of school; I'd already got us out of school enough times for him to know that.
"See you later, Neutron. Have fun with detention." Cindy said cruelly to Jimmy.
"Oh, don't worry, I'll see you soon enough, panty raid tonight, Sheen?"
Sheen gave the thumbs up and said, "You betcha Jimmy. I call the thongs this time."
"Oh, the skimpy kind like she's wearing right now, or the up the ass kind?"
"Both, baby. How'd you know what kind she's wearing?"
"Oh, I've been in her pants enough to know her schedule."
Cindy blushed a deep pink and Sheen and I walked out laughing all the way.
"So, same way?" asked Sheen once we were out of earshot.
I and Sheen had devised a plan. Well, mostly me. We walked into our lockers, opened them, and got in the pods. They provided an instant passage to a room beneath the school, where we then escaped to my house.
"Yeah, automatic fueling of rockets as we speak."
We opened our lockers and stepped in. Instantly, we were flying downwards at the speed of light. In a second, we were thrown out in a room with a large tunnel leading out.
We walked the mile to my house in the underground tunnel, avoiding the worms and spiders. I had meant to pave the road, but understandably I had better things to do.
We climbed the ladder up to my house, and sealed the entrance. Cindy was onto us, Carl had said that she eyed the lockers suspiciously every time she passed them, and she was almost a genius, herself.
Sheen flopped onto the couch, and picked up a Flurp. He opened it with a flick of his hands and turned on the TV. The screen was set with the CNN logo, and a girl standing by an intense skirmish. You could just make out hungry moans and groans coming from the background, followed by screams that might have been pleasure, but definitely were not.
"I hate news." Said Sheen in disgust, and reached for the remote.
"No, keep it on. It looks weird."
Sheen obeyed and watched, memorized by the screams of men.
"Yes, this is Nancy Greg, and I'm standing by what seems is… Wait, if the info I'm getting is correct, illegal Mexican aliens and United States Border Patrol are fighting together. That's right John, together. There is still no info on what they are battling, but we can make a good assumption that it is a huge threat."
A soldier ran forward, yelling at them to get out of there. Suddenly what looked like a muscular man tackled him to the ground. He was wearing the colors of the Americans, and a helmet. He would look like a regular person, if not for the numerous flesh wound on his body. Organs were spilling out of his body, with feces dripping out on the ground, mixed with the blood of his half torn off face. One eye was missing, and part of his jaw was hanging off. His skull, however, was undamaged, unless you considered decaying to be damage.
Nancy started running away to the truck, the cameraman still running backwards filming her. More zombie soldiers, and now, Mexicans, were swarming her. One of them lunged for her ankle, grabbing it successfully. He jumped on top of her and unmercyilly ripped out her throat, consuming it with ferocity. The poor lady was still conscious, and now they were ripping out her legs, eating them as if they were chicken legs. She blacked out, but then awakened again, and crawled toward the camera man, dragging her stumps behind her. The man finally dropped the camera, and a mass of hundreds of undead people walked to him. In the shot you could just see hundreds more walking north, to the nearest town, most likely.
Wait. The nearest town. Suddenly, his own words entered his thoughts. 7.33 miles. The zombie horde was advancing to his town, ready to consume the flesh of others.
"Sheen... We have to warn them!"
"Yeah, I'm saving myself! Stock up on the food and the Ultralord tapes!"
I walked out to the lab, and plucked a hair. I placed against the scanner, but nothing happened. The power was off, and I couldn't open my lab.
"Oh, Shit."
My weapons, a lot of my food, all my inventions, everything was there. They had destroyed the power lines already, effectively isolating me from any hope of survival.
"Sheen, we have to go to town. The… things can't be far away. They already destroyed the power; I can't get in at all. We've gotta loot."
"Hey, I'm all for looting the stores of my fallen comrades, but shouldn't we wait for the invasion?"
"No, we've got to get as much as we can now."
We ran for the downtown area, full of stores. Evidently, school was out, because many students were sitting on benches kissing their sweethearts. I scorned them; I had no relationship worth speaking about. I had feelings for Cindy, but, I had enough dignity and intelligence to know that she didn't like me, and that even if she did I would never like her. Well, you know, admit that I like her.
"People! As we speak, zombies are storming the town! The power is off in all areas! I advise you to evacuate the town, no the state immediately!"
They stared at me blindly like I was an idiot. I couldn't blame them. They erupted into a spot of laughter, and then went back to their everyday lives. I shook my head. Any minute now they would be screaming their heads off, their brains spilling out of their head. Then they'd regret it.
I sighed and kicked down the door of Pappy's Gun Store. Inside was a variety of weapons, from handguns to rifles. Also here was ammo and long hunting knifes, perfect for bashing in a zombies head.
"Grab what you can, and be quick; we've still got to hit the store."
Sheen ran up and knocked Pappy unconscious with a rifle. They probably couldn't survive when they were held in custody by a few zombie policemen. The unfortunate side affect would be Pappy being dead and probably turned into a zombie, but they had to make some sacrifices to survive. In a world that was about to be overrun by the living dead, zombies wouldn't be the only ones you would add to the kill list.
I grabbed two bolt action rifles and shouldered them. I also quickly grabbed ammo for them and stuffed them in my denim backpack. I grabbed handguns and stuffed them into my pockets, too. Sheen had grabbed a shotgun and was stuffing ammo into his pockets and down his pants.
We ran outside and to the store, met by a few strange glances. Cindy stomped to me, fuming. Following close behind was Libby, happy to see Sheen. Cindy slapped me with a vengeance.
"Damnit Neutron! You embarrassed me so bad! In my pants! Ha, I wouldn't let you touch a hair on my body, even though I know you want to- Hey, get back here, I'm not finished with you!"
I continued my trek to the store, with Cindy running after me. I couldn't handle Vortex right now, but I did know that she'd have to come with me. I couldn't leave her behind, I just couldn't. We managed to get in, and I held my gun up high.
It was my craziest idea yet.
"This is a robbery! Get down!" I screamed, pointing the gun at several customers.
They all screamed and dropped to the floor. I only managed to grab a pack of water, a few candy bars and some big bags of chips before I heard more screams, this time coming from outside the store. I looked out the window, and saw a gigantic horde of the creatures, pus dripping from their faces, blood spilling from large bite marks in their sides. They advanced on the mass of people outside, biting them and eating them, ripping out their throats and feeding on their remains. Then they saw us. They looked at us with eyes that must have stopped seeing long ago, with eyes betraying only one purpose.
Hunger.
A/N: I in no way own CNN or Jimmy Neutron. Or Night/Day of the Living Dead. Please R&R, and tell me how you think its going, future suggestions, and if I should switch to the third person. Also, in every future update, in the third chapter I will be responding to the reviews here. So that means the 3rd chapter, the 6th chapter, etc.