CHAPTER 2
As the few students in Mr. Banner's class crowded together towards the front of the room, the screams of the other students and teachers and other faculty members could still be heard on the other side of the lock door. There were hush discussions on whether to stay right where they were and wait for the police to come and get them or to run for their lives and say "fuck you" to everyone else.
"I say we try and stay here and wait for the cops to come." said Eric, a geeky Asian kid with a bad case of pizza-face.
"And wait for ugly things to break down the door and eat us! I don't think so!" replied Alice, a tiny little waif of a girl, as clutched onto Bella.
"We need to get out of here and find help instead waiting for it. The rain is getting pretty bad outside, so it'll be tough to drive in." Bella said as she glanced out the window.
"I agree with Bella. We need to arm ourselves with anything to protect ourselves and get out without being killed." Banner said as he pushed himself off of the dry-erase board. "You need to find anything that will help you with protection."
He walked over to the closet in the back of the room, unlocked it, and started pulling out stacks of magazines, newspapers, multiple rolls of duc-tape, googles, heavy-duty gloves, and face masks. Seeing what he was doing, the kids started looking for weapons: wooden stool legs that the guys broke off, fire extinguishers, and axes. Piling all the stuff on the floor next to Banner, they looked at all the crap he took from the closet.
"Why do we need tape and magazines?" another blonde girl, Lauren, asked while looking at the crap in question.
"Have you seen The Walking Dead or some zombie movies?" Mike, an idiotic jock with a massive crush on Bella, asked.
"Like no. Why would I like do that? Like I would rather watch like Keeping Up With The Kardashians or like The Jersey Shore." she replied.
Shaking his head in dismay, he explained, "The people in the shows protect their bodies by wrapping their arms, legs, and torso with magazines and tape so they don't get bitten and start turning."
Shrugging her shoulders, she grabbed armfuls of paper and a roll of tape and went to other side of the room to start covering herself in the out-of-date news on the glossy and dull pages of the magazines and newspapers. Following her example, the others started grabbing the materials and covering themselves. After covering themselves in their makeshift armor, they grabbed their weapons of choice from the floor, and waited on Banner to unlock and open the door to hopefully get to safety without dying.