Thanks for the great chapter one reviews. Sorry it took me a little while to get up chapter. I'll get chapter three up later tonight or tomorrow.

The police officer, after shooting Mr. Warren in the head, escorted Evan and I to the back of the school. There was a phalanx of about 500 kids, all packed together, some screaming, some crying.

"How did we not hear this when returned to school?" I asked Evan. I guess we were kind of running to class, so we weren't paying attention (plus the kids were out of sight).

Confused, we pushed our way through the pack, to find our friends. As I trudged through the pack, a darkness came through me like it never had before. My little brother, Nate was in the Jr. High. I turned to Evan, and exclaimed, "Nate!"

I ran over to a police officer, and asked her about the Jr. High. "It's completely overrun, we only got out about 100 kids."

I began to panic, and dialed my brother's number. One ring… two… three… I waited tensely. "Hello?" My brother picked up the phone and I immediately recognized his quiet, soft voice, and my muscles relaxed.

"Nate, where are you?"

"In the school." Once again, the tenseness rose over me. "We're locked in the cafeteria kitchen. The zombies have been trying to get in here for a while. There's about 30 or 40 of us."

Zombies? Zombies? These things couldn't be zombies. "What did you say was trying to go after you? Did you say zombies?"

"Yeah, what do you think they are? They're dead, and they're trying to eat us. What else would you call them?"

The image of Mr. Warren's yellow eyes popped into my head again. These things… they weren't human. They were something else. I guess the best thing to call them was zombies, yet, that seemed unreal, and trust me, these things were real.

"Okay, stay put, I will come to get you. If they break in, just try to kill them by hitting them in the head. Nothing else will work. I'll be there as quick as I can. Okay, b-"

"Wait!" Shrieked a voice from behind me. It was Haley Smith, a girl about 5'6 with dark brown hair and brown eyes. "Ask your brother if my sister Amanda is there!"

"Nate, is there a girl named Amanda Smith there?" My brother asked me to hang on a minute, and he went to check. About thirty seconds later, he came back and answered a definitive yes. Haley shrieked and jumped into my arms.

Then, another kid name Jason Dennis asked me if his little brother was there. My brother came back and said no. I then had about twenty other kids ask me if their siblings were there, and 90 of the time it was no.

Evan and I went over to a police officer. "We have confirmed word that there are about 30 to 40 kids stuck in the Jr. High."

"I'm sorry, but the school is overtaken. If we tried to break in, we would lose the barricade, and our officers."

"Barricade?"

"Yes, a barricade. How do you think we are keeping those things from roaming the streets?"

This was a big problem. We didn't have any police support, and the school was barricaded. I pondered how to get in.

"We could climb on the roof, enter through the air vents," Haley suggested. It was the best idea that we had, so we went with it. Me, Haley, Jason (who insisted to go in hopes of finding his brother anyways), and two other kids whose siblings were hiding with Nate set off for the school.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" I turned around. It was Evan, and he was holding guns. "I stole these from an unlocked police car," stated Evan with a huge grin on his face.

Evan trotted up to the rest of the group, and handed the five of us a fully loaded pistol. There were six guns, and I locked eyes with Evan.

"You coming?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."