[Alicia]

You wake up, your head reeling. You groan, wiping the drool from your face as you sit up. [i]What happened?[/i] 
Your mind finally catches up to what you're seeing. You're in Mr. D's room. You went in to make up a test, and Mr. D had made someone else look after you. Your head was woozy as you still hadn't really recovered from your fever the night before, so when they called a lockdown you automatically fell asleep underneath the desk. The teacher had left after making sure the door was locked to go to her room.
Pity you didn't know her name.
[i]Why is the room still dark? Why didn't anyone wake me up?[/i]
You get out from the desk when you hear a slow moan that draws a shiver up your spine.
[i]What was that?!?![/i]
You slowly crawl on the floor. The moans get louder as you approach the door. Sweat drips down your forehead again, but this time it's not a virus, not a headache that's causing it.
You finally get within good distance of the door that you can look up and peek through the window. And once you do, your blood runs cold. 
[b]"Holy shit. What the fuck is that?!?!"[/b]
Your shock is too much to contain within your thoughts anymore. Your mind races to identify the rotting flesh of heads that pass by. 
[i]Zombies.[/i]
You quickly crawl back from your starting position. As you try to stop yourself from your trembling, you're also trying to think. [i]Come on Alicia, think![/i]
You sidle over to Mr. D's desk. Maybe there was something useful, like keys. And hopefully not in closed drawers
[i]I don't want to do this but...[/i] You swiftly open the top desk drawer. There is Mr. D's standard lanyard with his keys, which you automatically grab. [i]Thank god. [/i]
There's also a bag of smarties that you can help eyeing. [i]Those look tasty...Gosh darn it Alicia we're talking about getting out of here, not your sweet tooth![/i] Still, you can't help but pick up the bag of smarties. At that moment, something flies out of the drawer and thuds on the carpeted ground, making you glance over. It's a lighter, with only a quarter of fluid gone. [i]Why is there a lighter here? Does Mr. D smoke?[/i]
Suddenly you smile. [i]Hmm, I wonder if smarties are flammable...[/i]