Yami continued his forward-march down the hall, his hand flicking his pocket-knife around rather dangerously. He didn't really care if he were to be seen - considering his spider-senses were telling him that the fecal matter was about to make direct fucking contact with the goddamn spinning gyroscope within the next nanohours. Within seconds, the office came into sight, along with the massive, gaping entrance to the school's glass entrance. "What?" he muttered, watching a group of teachers walk down by the gate, seemingly arguing with a rather rowdy KKK member, or maybe a communist. Shrugging, the boy kicked open the door to the office and practically lunged for the large, over-stuffed seat next to the mini television, dully noticing that the large office was practically empty of Principal Genesis.
"Wonder where that D-Bag went to now..." Yami sighed, placing his feet on the desk and bringing his hand up, mentally forcing the mini-fridge to open and get him a cold Sprite. That didn't happen, however, and he opened the fridge by himself and popped open a cold one, taking a sip as he stared at the TV, where the Channel 66 News was playing. An Irish man with long black hair was staring into the camera, talking in a deep, baritone voice,
"There has been Martial Lockdown. I repeat, Martial Lockdown. There has been a viral outbreak-"
He was cutoff by a screeching yell, the camera falling from the cameraman's hand. The Irish man crouched by the camera, his eyes still half-lidded and aloof. The skin around his face was now decomposing and green. "This has been Channel 66 news. I'm going to die now." The feed was abruptly ended.
"...Damn dude." Yami's voice, for once, was rather...subtle and shocked. He placed his feet down, turning his head sharply once he heard the sound of the barely-opened door being slammed into. Principal Genesis, previously a handsome African American War Veteran, was now a decomposing pile of mangled flesh, slowly walking towards the, admittedly, scared teenager. Yami, survival instincts kicking in, rolled over the large mahogany desk and threw his can of Sprite at the shambling undead's face, forcing it to the side. "Is this real?" He asked himself, staring down at his knife before looking back up and smirking wildly. The zombie disappeared in his mind's eye, becoming the ugly, rotten-fleshed fucker from Mount Fuji - one of the tribesmen who burned their house down.
"DIE!" He yelled, leaping over the table and basically spearing the zombie onto the floor. The door closed, and as Yami began brutally stabbing the unholy shit out of the zombie's eyesockets and forehead, ignoring it's heavy shoves and smacks, the door to the entrance of the school was burst open by a sudden horde of undead. Students screamed, teachers yelled.
The undead invaded.