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Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia and Ben]

Ben was rolling last night when Irene ambushed him, and fell asleep on the floor. He push off the bed to get to his feet and squint at the clock in the flickering light. 12:30. Nothing had changed since last night. Nothing at all. Realistically, he couldn't expect help to arrive on day 2, but he wonder when support would begin to prioritize schools for refugees. Digging into his supplies, he pulls out his single water bottle and take a sip. Settled for now, Ben begins sifting through the medical supplies for stuff that could actually be of use on the move.

Alicia knocks on the door. “Hello? Anyone in here?”

Ben turns to the door at the sound of the voice, seeing A SURVIVOR. He walks up to the door and says “Hello? I am in here.”

Alicia stares at the guy through the glass. She tries the handle, but the door is still locked. She scans behind her just in case any of the zombies got a pair of slippers and she wouldn’t be able to hear their entrance into the hallway. Also the stench of the zombie bodies outside the door was getting to her. How the heck did so many bodies end up outside the door? “Hi! Uh, can you open?”

Staring back, Ben grabs the key and unlocks the door. “Get in quickly, there’s no time to explain!”

Alicia barrels through the doorway at Ben’s command. “Explain what?” She gets up and dusts herself off. Thank god for the lack of corpses here.

Ben pushes the door shut behind her and locks it immediately.“Uhh never mind. That was…” (silent thunder face) ‘Welcome to the health room! Who are you?”

Alicia manages to muster a smile besides her deranged mental state. “I’m Alicia. Nice to meet you.” She holds out a hand.

Ben reaches for the outstretched hand and loosely shakes it. “Hi, nice to meet you too.”

Alicia scans his face. “Gee, you look a lot like Matt. Related?”
Ben squints at the question. Too many times “ He sighs and responds “Do I really? I get that question ALOT(no). Yeah, he’s my brother, have you seen him around? He’s been going places within the school.”

Alicia steps back. “Sheesh sorry. Just you guys look a lot alike. Ummm the last time I saw him was near the Chemistry room, but he and Irene went somewhere else afterwards.” She looks around the room. “You already raid this place?”

“Mm those two, okay… somewhere else huh. We grabbed some of the stuff, but not really RAIDED, as you can see. Okay not really but there’s stuff here that’ll be useful.”

How many times this guy has said “Really”, 3. “Hmm okay what stuff?” Alicia looked around and automatically took the box of tissues. DEFINITELY will need this. “I’m going to assume the refrigerator isn’t working?

Ben crouches at the refrigerator and says “Sort of, low power, but it stays cold since really, it’s a fridge, gosh. Not “re” anymore.”

“Refrigerator, fridge, same thing.” Alicia opens up cabinets and took out bandages and alcohol. “So you’ve been here this whole time?”

“Yeah, since last night I roamed and ended up here after this… happened” Ben responds while watching Alicia rifle through the cabinets “What happened this morning since you saw Matt and Irene?”

Alicia shrugs. “Raided the chemistry room with Travis. I did just wake up an hour ago. And killed...two zombies on the way here? Whoever knocked out the pile in front of your door did a good job.”

At that moment the intercom fizzles. Alicia looked up. How dafaq is the intercom working if there’s no power?

"This is Irene Feng. Will Matthew Choi, Travis Amtower, Alicia Ouyang, Phillip Hilliard, Sam White, Adam Luntz, Benjamin Choi, and Kate come to the media center?"

“Well Ben, looks like we have someplace to go.”

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia]

Damn it Alicia you have too much emotional baggage.

You had almost made it to the health room when two zombies had appeared. Your crushes from freshman year. Even with rotting flesh and spine-crawling moans, they still wrenched your heart from your chest.

You forced yourself to think about how it all ended. How one of them broke your heart by hooking up with another girl instead. How the other played you.

You closed your eyes and swung. SPOOSH

Even all the resentment and anger in the world couldn't have prepared you for that sound. You opened your eyes to find their heads rolling on the ground. Their bodies collapsed where they once stood.

Fuck. You suddenly felt hollow inside. You wanted to cry but suddenly lost the ability to.

Come on, Alicia.Health room. You made your way and noticed the light under the door. You knocked. "Hello? Anyone in here?"

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia & Irene]

Irene ignores Travis’s presence, instead focusing on the door leading to the chemistry room.

Alicia wipes her cheeks once she hears the knocking. ”Coming!” she croaks. The moment she sets her eyes on Irene, she grabs the girl into a tight embrace.

Irene is momentarily surprised to see Alicia, but before she can say anything, her sides are crushed by a hug. C-can’t breathe. “Are you okay?” she chokes out. Didn’t expect to find someone I know already though..Guess I must be lucky.

“I-I…I thought I was alone,” Alicia sobs. “Thank god, thank god…”

“It’s okay now,” Irene says softly, rubbing Alicia’s back, “What happened though?” She doesn’t seem to be injured at least. Not physically anyhow.

“I woke up in Mr. D’s room… must have been the leftover fever I had from yesterday. Was locked in by myself. Do you know how there are zombies in the school?” Alicia sniffs and clasps her hands together.

“I’m not sure of the true origin of the zombies, but I know that there are two to three breaches in the school. And we’re fairly close to one right now--the one at MST down,” Irene replies. Examining Alicia, she asks, “Do you need a weapon by the way? I have an extra if you want.”

“That would be nice.”

Irene unslings the spear from her back and hands it to Alicia, “I’m glad to see that you’re alright though. I’ve been wondering what happened to everyone since this whole mess started.”

“What needs to be done?” Alicia takes the spear and motions to the bunsen burners. “I was hoping to mess around with some stuff I got-I know where the chemical closet is and coke supply in my bag. But if we need physical reinforcements it can wait.” She swings the spear around and nods in satisfaction. Really nice weight...wonder if I can attach blades on to it so I can slide as well as stab.

“Our main priority now is to seal up all the breaches. That way we can finally get rid of all the zombies in the school, once and for all. And messing around with chemicals isn’t a bad idea. Maybe we can make Have you eaten at all though?”

At that moment, Alicia’s stomach grumbles. “No...how long has it been? An hour since the lockdown?”

“Ummm.. a lot longer than that,” Irene checks her watch, “It’s 11:26 right now, so 23 hours and 26 minutes since the lockdown started.” Wow. Not even an entire day since this madness started.

“Really?” Alicia cracks a smile. “Bet I can compete with you in a pizza eating contest now.” She opens a bottle of diet coke and took a swig, EW EW EW I KNEW I HATED DIET COKE. Even when I’m starving and probably dehydrated I still hate it. Still, she swallowed it, making a face. “I guess I can survive on this now. Is there any other food available?”

“Ha. I doubt it. There is a place where we can get food, but..” Irene’s voice drops to a low whisper, “No one else can know about it. Otherwise people are going to make rash decisions.”

Alicia perks up. “Rash decisions? What has happened so far?” Other people?

“Nothing, as of yet since I did damage control. But everyone knows that there’s food in the cafeteria, but not everyone knows that they can access it,” Irene says quietly, eyes darting towards Travis.

Alicia widens her eyes. “Oh, it’s not just you. Travis and…”

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia]
Okay, you usually don’t lose your cool. When your friends “tase” you, you don’t even jump.
But the smell of rotting flesh was enough to make you lose your sense.
”SHIT!” You cursed aloud once you realized your mistake and you swung the chalkboard to deflect the zombie’s hand. And now they were increasing in site.
”These motherfuckers,” you muttered as you left the chalkboard and sprinted into the chem room. Once inside, you slammed the door shut and locked it. For extra reassurance, you took some desks and stacked them against the door.
As you took some more desks to reinforce the other doors, you suddenly realized how much you’ve cursed that day. And suddenly the reality of everything comes crashing down.
So in the midst of the empty chemistry classroom, with a desk in arms and zombies swarming to the door you went through, you cry.
Because you realized you recognized the zombie that reached out for you.
The first best friend you had made when you moved and started going to this school, and who you stopped talking to after you two stopped having classes together.
She was the first one to reach out for you. Now what have you done?

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia]

Okay, here goes nothing.
You took the slingshot with the taped coke bottle cap, and inserted a few smarties. You then took the lighter and soon, the smarties were crackling with flames.
Right at that moment, you heard the textbooks holding the chalkboard down hit the ground with a thud. You whipped around and shot.
The zombie that was reaching over the chalkboard had its head go up in flames, but it still reached over.
Crap. I need something bigger. I have to get to the chemistry room.
You quickly slipped the lighter, bag of smarties, some coke bottles, and the monkey slingshot into my backpack. Keeping one foot on the board, you put on the bag while grabbing the flagpole near the front of the classroom, which luckily still had the pointy end.
Here goes nothing.
You lowered the board to see the zombie on fire slump onto the floor. The other zombies easily stepped over it and lunged.
You quickly dodged the arms and thrust the spear into one’s stomach, which didn’t seem to stop the zombie. Fuck. How do I stop these things??
As it lunged again, stuck in a bent position, you grasped the flag pole to pull it out, and restabbed the zombie, this time through the forehead.
This time, it stopped moving.
So it’s through the head-no time to think BREAK FOR THE CHEM ROOM
You grabbed the chalkboard and with your flag in front, started running.
If there’s one thing you’ll appreciate about swimming, it’s that you learned how to push people out of the way.
The zombies went down like dominos. You easily stepped over them as they collapsed due to the chalkboard. You finally reached the chem room, and set the chalkboard behind you to unlock the door.
Just as you got it unlocked and turned to grab your chalkboard, you saw a zombie hand one inch away from your face.
Your vocal chords activated once more. And this time, with a shrill scream.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

My internet connection hates this site.
More like just hates me.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

First repeat sorry

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia]

You had NO IDEA that there were THIS MANY cokes behind under his desk.
Seriously, just looking at them made you want to get diabetes.
Too bad they were all plastic bottles, you could have gotten some sharp edges from the glass.
You had been looking for thirty minutes now, grabbing things that could be useful, but you haven't been able to find anything long or sharp enough to use as a weapon yet. If only the power and wifi worked so you could figure out how to use the TV's in the room, but for now they were just dead weight. I rather not die by a TV falling on my head as I tried to take it down. Would be funny, but rather not.
You did manage to unhook one of the chalkboards down. Maybe you could just use sheer strength to make your way around the zombies and unlock the chem room while hiding behind the board.
Yeah right, like I can take a hundred zombies down by myself.
At that moment you heard glass breaking and you whipped around. A corpse-like hand, missing a bone or too, gripped the broken window.
FUCK.
You took a nearby calculus textbook and hurled it through the window. Immediately, the door stopped rattling and you heard a thud.
You know what? I can take down a hundred zombies. I HAVE to be able to take down a hundred zombies.
You prop one of the chalkboard board against the door and balanced textbooks on it so it was hard to tip it over. There was a squeaking noise and you found the monkey slingshot that Mr. D usually used to wake up sleeping students in class.
PERFECT.

Advanced Composition Period 6: Zombie Apocalypse

[Alicia]

You wake up, your head reeling. You groan, wiping the drool from your face as you sit up. What happened?
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.
Why is the room still dark? Why didn't anyone wake me up?
You get out from the desk when you hear a slow moan that draws a shiver up your spine.
What was that?!?!
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.
"Holy shit. What the fuck is that?!?!"
Your shock is too much to contain within your thoughts anymore. Your mind races to identify the rotting flesh of heads that pass by.
Zombies.
You quickly crawl back from your starting position. As you try to stop yourself from your trembling, you're also trying to think. Come on Alicia, think!
You sidle over to Mr. D's desk. Maybe there was something useful, like keys. And hopefully not in closed drawers
I don't want to do this but... You swiftly open the top desk drawer. There is Mr. D's standard lanyard with his keys, which you automatically grab. Thank god.
There's also a bag of smarties that you can help eyeing. Those look tasty...Gosh darn it Alicia we're talking about getting out of here, not your sweet tooth! 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. Why is there a lighter here? Does Mr. D smoke?
Suddenly you smile. Hmm, I wonder if smarties are flammable...