[Phillip}

Phillip has been asleep in the secondary art room the entire time. He always knew his motto would come in handy. "When in a zombie apocalypse, sleep to outlast everyone," he mutters to himself. He had been awakened by the noise outside. Someone had probably fought a zombie (and maybe a bomb exploded?), but he wasn't willing to go outside to find out who had won. Instead, he used the resources available to him to arm himself first. It took the longest time, but he was able to make a trio of meter-long stretchy ropes by weaving the obscene amount of rubber bands available to him. He grabbed some meter sticks and cracked them at different intervals so that they made a curve when he taped them together. Attached to a bow, the wooden curve made the first weapon.
Phillip attached the second rubber rope to a large paperweight. The tape was very strong, and seemed to be able to hold under great stress. This whip/ball-and-chain would be the second weapon. 
Phillip tucked the third rope away in his bag along with the rest of his things. He also stuffed his backpack with as many taped-together pencils as he could fit. Arrows were necessary if he were to be using a bow. He took out a packet of apples he had been storing. He knew hoarding snacks in his bag would come in handy some day. With a bow on his back and a rubber band whip in hand, he opened the door into uncharted territory: the back of the 9th grade hallway.