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Azi Demonica

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Right, left.

“Ohhh Jesus…” Claudette didn’t like the blood. “Oh, Lord!” The legs were even worse, presumably once part of a janitor. Claudette looked away with uneasiness. “Eugh...something had a big dinner...”

“Or maybe, janitor not do good enough job?” Zenon remarked as Nate continued her walk.

“No, the legs gonna slide away...” Claudette commented at Logan’s words.

But, none of the sort happened. Without any chance of plans, Ms. Blackwell walked past Nate. A bloodied, broken body of a woman was around the corner. Afterwards, another pool of blood.

Ms Blackwell didn’t want to the kids to see, but Claudette and Zenon looked anyway. Claudette grinned nervously, and Zenon’s hood flopped over his face. Claudette’s eyes rolled back a bit and she spun around to look away. Zenon lifted his hood and cocked his head.

“Reminds me of when I saw kid get hit by big semi truck,” Zenon mumbled. “But no truck here!”

“The hell’s goin’ on? They be zombies or what?” Claudette whined.

"Be careful with crowbar, don't hurt yourself! Be safe!" Zenon warned.

15-Feb-2019 01:38:09

Annie1227
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Annie felt so scared and very nauseous from what she was seeing. She could only nodded to to Blackwell answer. She tried to not look at the broken body as the teacher told her to do. She watched the teacher pick up a crowbar and that told her that she had to get ready to fight if needed to. She also listen listened to others conversation it made her more scared. She said in a nervous voice,"Let's get out of here!" -Dances-

16-Feb-2019 19:02:22

NotFishing

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Logan Riley

By God...

This was almost exactly like that dream!

Ketchup was everywhere. It was easier to think of it as ketchup. And there were ketchup footprints. That could only mean one thing. Zombies!

Well, that... or the killer was either a cannibal or a necrophiliac. Possibly both. But zombies seemed more interesting.

Logan reached into the toolbox and pulled out a hammer, testing its weight. In truth he wasn't sure what a good 'weight' was for a potential skull-bashing weapon. But the hammer had always been depicted as a decent weapon to have in a zombie apocalypse, so it was probably a reasonable bet. Shame the crowbar had already been taken.
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

17-Feb-2019 18:11:43

Inferi

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It wasn’t just some dead legs. Maybe it was better that it wasn’t just some dead legs, but that did very little to help the situation. The somewhat panicked statement of one of the younger ones - Nate had never bothered to pick up their names - summed up her own thoughts on the matter quite nicely. They needed to get out of here immediately, even if the half of her that was supposed to be an act refused to let her show that she actually thought that.

In fact, it made her do something that she most certainly didn’t want to do: walk over, grasp the handle of the embedded tool, and yank, hopefully pulling it out of the skull that it was embedded in. She already had her wrench, but having another tool that could destroy something hostile was always good. A nice close-up inspection was what she got from doing this too, and although that just terrified the Nate that was hiding beneath the surface, it was just a casual look at part of the problem for the rest of her.

While Nate had held no love for Mrs. Hatcher, since the counselor had always been nagging her about doing something “productive” with her life, seeing her dead like this was not something she wanted. What she wanted to see less, though, was the other pool of blood, and a conspicuous lack of a source of it. Miss Blackwell’s confused words and the footprints in it just made it worse. Something else was here, and by the look of things it wasn’t going to be friendly.

Stepping back over the body and approaching their teacher - who had just picked up the crowbar - Nate asked her quietly, “
You know how to use that?
” The words were intended to come out in a completely normal manner, but, to Nate’s great displeasure, her voice shook just slightly, enough only for the recipient of them to notice.
My thought process might be nonexistent.

19-Feb-2019 22:00:35

George Rozas
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Had she tried to do it with less force the tool would have remained embedded in the eye - and by extension head - of Mrs. Hatcher, but Natalie's yank managed to force the object free, but pulling with it gore and small pieces of something pink and soft. Pieces of the brain, almost certainly. The sound it produced was anything but pleasant, the wet squish almost echoing with how quiet it was. The gore-covered tool was intact however, and revealed to be a phillips head screwdriver.

As close as she was to the corpse, Natalie would be able to make out bits of pink and red in her teeth.

Miss Blackwell watched the western hallway carefully, but nothing moved - the footprints carrying on a while but growing fainter as the blood gradually became used up. Still, they could be made out rounding the corner into the western side of the school proper. She didn't seem to react to Zenon or Claudette's comments, simply waiting and watching - and presumably thinking.

"Everyone to the front doors," She eventually told them, gesturing with her free hand towards the visible front entrance. They were thick doors with relatively small glass windows on the upper half of them, so unless they were right up close to them they would not be able to see outside. Assuming the teenagers got moving they might note that Miss Blackwell was almost unmoved from her place watching the west hallway, clearly intent on having her students make it to safety while she kept watch.

The approach to the doors would have nothing amiss. However, if they looked out of the door's windows they would be able to see a number of figures standing around outside. The angle wasn't great, so to the left or right of the building they wouldn't be able to see anything without going outside, but merely between the entrance and the street several metres beyond there were at least a couple of dozen people. They were standing, but seemed... Off, their bodies swaying slightly and their arms dangling by their sides,
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19-Feb-2019 23:08:56

George Rozas
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not seeming to be doing more than standing or shuffling about.

A bunch of people could be seen standing around on the road as well. Across the street was the backside of a few old buildings, effectively forming a solid wall.

Being nearer to the doors, slight groans would become audible.

Miss Blackwell, being at the back and only slowly making her way to the doors so she could keep watch on the back, was unaware of this.
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19-Feb-2019 23:09:01

NotFishing

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Logan Riley

Logan realized his breathing was heavy. But he wasn't scared; that was just adrenaline. Yes, that was exactly what it was, he decided. They continued through the hallway, and Logan made sure to stay near the front with hammer in hand, but there was still no concrete evidence of a ketchup-induced zombie-apocalypse. Logan was beginning to wonder if these thoughts of zombies were a bit ridiculous.

Oh my god.

Zombies confirmed.

He froze, suddenly nervous. And then he remembered something. Two things, to be exact. The first: he had a black marker in his pocket. The second?

He pulled the marker out, and realized his hand was shaking slightly so he took a deep breath to control his breathing and calm himself. Once it stopped, he stepped toward the door. He could not resist. He had never performed grafitti before. Well, there was that one time in the bathroom, but that wasn't important right now. This seemed like an opportunity he could not pass up. He reached forward and wrote a simple, four-worded message on the door:

DONT DEAD
OPEN OUTSIDE
Beneath the gold, the Bitter Steel.

19-Feb-2019 23:21:09 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2019 23:26:57 by NotFishing

Azi Demonica

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“Ohh, God...” Despair grips Claudette as the crowbar wrenches bone and brains. She turns around and puts a hand over her face. She shudders.

“Reminds me of time when kitchen knife went into guy’s forehead. Hole was so deep, I could see yellow parts of brain,” Zenon remarks.

Claudette shudders again and throws her head back, eyes closed, “Aw, fuck! Don’t tell me that!”

Outside, figures sway. Groaning behind doors.

“Ey, Ms. Tree Stump! Don’t go to doors, zombies!” Zenon warns.

“Don’t dead, open outside?” Claudette reads of the graffiti, which momentarily distracts her.

23-Feb-2019 19:07:24 - Last edited on 20-Mar-2019 02:17:02 by Azi Demonica

Annie1227
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Annie listened to Miss Blackwell command as she ran towards the front door. She ignored the other students comments because she was trying to stay calm and ready for anything. All she wanted to Survive this and go home to her family. -Dances-

23-Feb-2019 23:58:41

Inferi

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Ew, a screwdriver. That was most certainly less than useful. It didn’t have any range, and was only good for a single attacking motion. Maybe it’d be worth taking if if she didn’t have something else, but without anything to really store the new implement on - like a belt or a bag - there wasn’t much point in it. Having a hand free was better, and she didn’t have any intention of stabbing someone to death with a screwdriver. Beatdowns and the like were things she had plenty of experience with, but actually killing? Nope, nothing, despite the many rumors that she killed people for fun.

Tossing the implement aside and letting it clatter to the ground, Nate continued on. She had noticed the bits of something in the corpse’s teeth, but that could have been anything. It certainly wasn’t something to panic over, even if her mind was jumping to plenty of conclusions about what it could be.

It was the same thing that everyone else did the second they got to the doors. They immediately went with the first thing that came to mind, even if there was absolutely no reason they should take it as fact. Were there people outside that looked like they weren’t really with it? Definitely. Could they hear noises that sounded like groans? Yes. Did it look wrong? Absolutely.

The case for zombies seemed rather strong, really, but because this was turning out far too much like a ridiculous move Nate refused to immediately accept it. There was no reason that there should be zombies suddenly existing during a perfectly normal school day.

Stop being idiots! Zombies don’t exist in real life.
” she announced with a roll of her eyes. Her free hand went to the door handle, but she did not open it immediately as that skeptical part of her mind just had to say,
Yeah, but what if?
My thought process might be nonexistent.

28-Feb-2019 21:10:54

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