(Thanks to Can't Get Any Better, Zro-Kemuri 9t6, angie2282, zackt2010 and mentosgoboom for your reviews! Sorry, but it's another short chapter today. I think they are only short because i want at least 20, 25 chapters and i have a plan ready. Also, im itching to write my Nightmare at Crystal Lake, but I have to finish this first. Reminds me: IF YOU WANT TO SUBMIT A CHARACTER FOR NIGHTMARE AT CRYSTAL LAKE, GO AHEAD! Pm me with your character with this character sheet. (You can have a total of five characters, family or otherwise)

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Have fun, and now to read!

"Ohh, FUCK no!" Trent yelled, watching as the hand reached it's way into the room, more hands burst through the window panes, causing Minori and Dylan to hug each other tightly and Mizori jumping slightly. "Let's get the fuck outta here!" Trent kicked open the door... and faced a lot of zombies, screaming at the top of their lungs and reaching out for him, but Trent shut the door in their faces and leant against the doorframe, breathing heavily. "Okay, now what?"

Zach looked around worryingly, refusing to look at Paige as Tanzi and Leslie put her into the cupboard.

'There's a trapdoor underneath you, leading to the cellar. Go that way and then up into the sports cupboard'

"Paige?" Zach called out, getting weird looks from Leslie.

"What are you talking about, Zach?"

"D-don't worry..." Out of curiosity, Zach looked down and spotted a rusting handle. He grasped it with both hands and pulled; the trap door opening and covering the room with dust.

"How'd you know that was there?" Tanzi asked, coughing in the dust.

"No idea, but get down there!" Zach demanded, practically pushing Tanzi down into the hole. He motioned to the three students next, Dylan went first, then Mizori and finally her sister, Minori. "Come on Leslie, get your ass moving." Leslie nodded, following the four down the hole. Zach looked to Trent and nodded, jumping down himself.

Trent moved away from the door, and the sudden surge of zombies were too much for him. He tripped backwards down the hole, but in the process his ankle was scratched by one of the things. Trent's head smashed against the concrete floor below, knocking him completely out cold.

"Trent? Trent!"

"Ugh..." Trent moaned, propping himself up on one arm, his ankle throbbing like hell.

"Trent! Do not look! You are NOT conscious, do NOT look, do NOT open your eyes!"

"Paige?" Trent groaned, not really paying attention to what the voice was saying. He stood up and opened his eyes, before almost yelling in horror. In front of him was a young version of himself, only hanging from a roof, his tongue lulling out of his mouth useless. "What the FUCK!" he cried out, scrambling backwards. He hit into something and turned around, almost vomited when he saw a skinned carcass, which looked awfully familiar... he looked at the bracelet around it's wrist, and realized it was his father, the big burly man who was probably dead right now.

The carcass moved, grasping a paralyzed Trent around the shoulder. "Trent, my son. How have you been?"

"Y-you're not right, this is not right!"

"That's it Trent! Fight it! Wake up!"

"Is that really you Paige?"

"No time for explanations, just WAKE UP!"

"And how the hell am I meant to do that?"

"Hurt yourself, pinch yourself, do SOMETHING!"

"Hmm... great advice." Even under the situation, Trent rolled his eyes. He slowly edged away from the corpse and looked down at his foot. "Might as well test it out." Trent brought his boot up, and slammed it down as hard as he could onto his foot, actually breaking some of his toes.

He shot up. "Holy SHIT!" he cried out, clutching his foot in pain, the toes actually broken.

"Trent! You're awake, great! Are you okay?" Tanzi asked, relieved.

"As ok as I'm gonna get. Mind you one of those freaks scratched my ankle."

"WHAT?" Zach this time, yelling his head off. "You might be infected."

Trent waved him off. "If I turn, you can have the courtesy of smashing my head in. But please, let's get outta here." Trent tried to stand, but his ankle gave way, but Leslie and Zach caught him before he could fall properly. "Thanks..." Trent muttered, hating to have to be helped.

The group left the cellar, climbing up some steps to appear in a shack of some sort. It was full of equipment, from javelins to shotput balls, and from footballs to shuttlecocks.

"Wow. I never knew that from our classroom, it went straight into the Physical Education storage shed." Minori commented.

"Not that you know much..." Mizori muttered, as Dylan snickered dumbly.

"Let's not waste anytime." Zach said, looking through a window at the apparently free of zombies playing field. A large van was on the road around 200 metres away. "Let's get there, yes!"

The others nodded, and Zach, Leslie and Trent were the first ones out. Suddenly, from all sides zombies poured in, scratching and clawing at the three. Trent cried out in pain as one latched it's teeth around his neck, causing blood to spurt and dribble down.

(Oh no! Trent has been bitten! But what was with Paige's voice. LAter on you'll find out! Remember to sumbit characters!_)