This is chapter 3! I'm sorry for the long wait, I'm working on college applications, so this definitely isn't first on my mind. Once I'm past the early deadlines, in less than a week, I'll start posting one or two chapters a week. Also, thanks for the great comments, they really keep me going. Just so you know, the attempted rescue of Nate is a very small part of the story, there is an entire adventure ahead! I expect this story to probably go to about 50 or more chapters.
We trotted to the back of the High School, as not to be seen by on of the cops, who would stop us from entering the Junior High if they saw us. It was my idea to sneak behind the high school, cut through the woods, and enter the Jr. High from the back.
Despite the fact that the schools were barricaded, I still felt uneasy. I wasn't sure if any had escaped, or if the zombies were spreading across the area.
I flipped open my cell phone, and decided to call my older brother, Jeremy, who was staying at the house because my parents were on vacation in St. John.
"Will! Are you all right?" My brother panted, practically screaming into the phone.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"Where's Nate? Is he okay too?"
"I don't know. He's still in school, he's locked in. He's in the kitchen, sealed behind the metal gates."
"Have you told the police?"
"Yeah, I have, but they've barricaded the school. They won't let us in, so we're going to sneak in through the roof."
"We? Who's with you?" Asked Jeremy.
"Evan, and some other kids. Jeremy, there's at least another thirty kids in that building, and nobody's doing anything about it."
"Jeeze… in one day, the world is going to madness," Jeremy stated, exhausted.
"Jeremy, what's going on? What are these things, the zombies? Are they spreading?"
"I don't know much. I know they started in New York, and they've moved down to Connecticut. All they want to do is eat… eat us."
"Why?"
"What the hell do you think? I have no idea why. Nobody does. Tell me exactly where you are, I'm coming to pick you up. We'll get Nate together."
"No Jeremy. If we wait ten minutes for you to get here, Nate might be dead. We have guns, and we're going to get him now. I'll call you back when we're on the roof. I have to go."
I snapped my phone shut.
"Will, is everything all right?" Asked Evan.
"Yeah, everything's perfectly freaking fine. Evan, the zombies are spreading, they started in New York. Call your parents and see if they're home, we have to get out of here as soon as we get Nate."
We finally reached a clearing, and stepped out onto the Jr. High football field, which was located behind the school. Suddenly, everything seemed eerily open. The sky was overcast, there was a moderate breeze, yet everything had an empty, deathly, shine to it. It was almost as if the world had died, and was reborn into an unnatural dimension.
The group and I trudged ourselves across the field, and to the black top, where there was a playground, with equipment. You could get to the roof of the building if you climbed to the top of the brightly red equipment, then jumped over.
As I made my way up a ladder, I heard a soft, wet noise coming from the playhouse. I took a look inside, and what I saw was the most terrifying sight of my entire life.
There was a girl, about 12, face covered in shining blood, stuffing the intestines of a school janitor in her mouth. I read the label "John" on the nametag of his shirt. I would have recognized him from my Junior High years, had it not been for the fact that his face was eaten.
My stomach turned. I carefully pointed my gun at the girls head. "What are you doing?" Exclaimed Haley. I ignored her and pulled the trigger. "No!" she bellowed.
"Quiet! Do you want to get caught? I'm just doing what I have to do. Didn't you see, that girl was eating John? She was freaking eating him! If you see any of those things, shoot them, unless you don't care to live." I felt bad I was so harsh, but I had lost my cool. I had just killed a person, a person that seemed to be living. But I knew they weren't, I knew that if I was going to rescue my brother I would have to suck it up. I would have to kill more zombies, no matter how much it hurt.