Ron stared at the clock intently, seeming as though when he wanted it to
speed up it slowed down by that much more. Ron stared over at Kim,
studiously taking notes in her binder. He had known Kim since he was four
years old but he still couldn't understand how she could be interested in
some thing so freakishly boring.
Mr. Barkin was like a robot however, built to discipline, and seemed to be able to see through walls. Ron noticed to late however that the massive school teacher had stopped lecturing and was scoping in on his half- sleeping self.
"Hey, Ron," Kim whispered over, attempting to rescue him. It was to late however as the ground seemed to shake with the advancing teacher.
"Stopabble," Mr. Barkin said quietly, staring at Ron's shivering form. "You know what's coming so I'll save my breath, after school, same room as usual." He growled.
Ron breathed out a breath of sheer relief as the teacher moved slowly back to the front of the room. "Why are you so happy Ron, you just got detention." Kim said out of the corner of her mouth. "It's a lot better then being yelled at by Mr. Barkinater over there," Ron said back.
The bell suddenly rang through the class, ending the monotonous atmosphere in the room. "I'll call you later, ok Ron," Kim said as they headed for the door. "You bet, as soon as possible, possible.
Kim chuckled at the goofy boy walking next to her, kin she always felt a warm feeling inside knowing he would always be there.
"Hold up people, you can't leave just yet," Barkin shouted over the chattering students. Everyone halted in their steps, not daring to disobey. "There is a critical situation down in Lowerton, the call wasn't very clear but were officially on a city wide lock down until the situation is resolved. "Meaning." Ron said slowly. "Meaning you must stay here until the lock down is lifted." Barkin answered with a groan.
"Students remain calm and do not leave your classes; we will update you on the situation as soon as possible." A voice said over the P.A. system." "I guess were stuck here," Kim said, sitting back down in her desk. A few minutes went by, the students quietly chatting amongst themselves. Mr. Barkin had left the class soon after the announcement; he said he had some duty he had to do. Nobody objected, but a teacher leaving a class during a lock down was breaking severe rules.
It had been fifteen minutes and he had not come back yet. "Where do you think Mr., Barkin went," Kim asked Ron. "Who cares, he can be gone forever for all I care." Ron answered back. Kim understood Ron's harshness, as Mr. Barkin wasn't his favorite person in the world.
The calm of the classroom was broken by a loud scream seeming to increase in volume the longer it was heard, suggesting it was someone running. Kim ran to the door, forgetting the lock down procedure, someone needed help.
Kim turned the handle and stuck her head into the hall; Ron was close behind her as well as the rest of the class who were getting curious. Kim took one step out of the room and saw a figure stumble pushing himself backwards on his elbows and yelling incoherently at something around the corner.
The thing stepped into view suddenly and Kim felt her blood run cold. The creature looked roughly humanoid if you buried a human corpse and dug it up a month later. The thing had greenish skin that was peeling in different places, a blackish liquid flowing from several large blisters on its outstretched arms, the things mouth hung open longingly, a thick gelatinous fluid flowing down its dried lips.
Then the zombie creature lunged at the helpless boy in front of it. Ron let out a low shriek of terror as the flailing student screamed, trying to knock the abomination off, until it ripped out his throat in a bloody stream of motion.
Kim reeled back and slammed the door shut, not believing what she just witnessed. "What the hell was that?!" Someone yelled. The wet meaty sounds continued outside as the students backed away from the door. Kim was breathing heavily, her nerves on edge as a loud moaning sound was heard out in the hall.
A pair of arms wrapped around Kim's waist from behind causing her to jump slightly. She looked behind her shoulder and saw it was only Ron. His breathing was heavier then hers and she could tell he was even more terrified then her. She figured he needed someone to just be with so she stood in his embrace trying to calm him.
More moans could be heard outside the door as several students pushed the teacher's desk in front of the door. There was another door on the other side of the class that led to the same hallway so they piled a few desks in front of it. The undead zombies shuffled outside of the class, apparently unable to understand the concept of a door knob.
Kim and Ron sat in the corner of the class trying to understand what was happening. Trying to figure out what and where those things came from. "I'm betting Drakken," Ron said finally. "I don't know, Drakken has never done anything so grisly before." Kim replied. "Maybe it was DNAmy, that thing looked like it was once human as if it had been raised from the dead, sounds like something she would do," Kim said.
Their conversation was disturbed however, as a loud BANG was heard at the door. Ron jumped out of his seat, backing away from the door. The other thirty or so teenagers in the room also backed away as another BANG was heard, leaving a large crack down the windows glass panel.
Kim stared at the door, willing it to hold as if the weight of her desire would some how strengthen the doors integrity. No such luck though as the door shattered and in it came.
Kim had seen a lot of weird things on her missions from building sized poodles to mutant Rhino-rabbits but nothing she had seen could prepare her for what slithered in to class that dark afternoon. It crawled on the ceiling with four sets of sharp glistening talons, a long elongated body with two pairs of hunched legs extended perpendicular to its body. Its head had no features except bits of pink, exposed brain matter and a curling mouth lined with massive teeth. The thing looked like a giant lizard.
The entire class stood stiff with fear as the thing opened its mouth, dark fluid dripping to the floor, and extended a long pink tongue nearly two feet long into the air. A split second later the lizard creature sucked the tongue back in and like a lightning bolt, jettisoned off the ceiling and at its audience.
A freshman named Billy Meyer shrieked as the monster collided into him, as big as he was, and knocked him to the ground. The class yelled in fear as the students ran for the door on the other side of the room. Kim ran and was about to kick the thing when it drove one of it's sharp claws through Billie's heart, he let out a small pathetic cry and went limp, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Kim began backing away, Billy already gone, the creature ripping into his body. Kim felt someone grab her hand and pull her. Kim turned and ran with Ron holding her hand tightly. The students were frantically pulling the desks out of the way of the door when another lizard crawled through the shattered door and began advancing on the group.
A student unfortunate enough to be at the back of the crowd was dragged down to the floor screaming words about how it wasn't fair. The door burst open and the students flooded out. Unfortunately two of the lizards were waiting out in the hall and lunged at the first teenagers they saw. A girl and boy went down screaming and crying. The girl flailed under the beast as her best friend screamed her name, staring into her eyes and unable to do anything. Her screaming ceased as a third lizard dropped from the ceiling behind her and clamped its powerful draws around her neck, breaking it.
Kim yelled out to the scattering class in the hall, trying to get them under control. It was no use as students pushed past her, yelling and sobbing as they ran every which way. Kim new the halls weren't safe and pulled Ron into the class room across the hall, it was empty. They stumbled in the class and into the closet shutting the door.
It was a rather pathetic place to hide but Kim hoped it would keep them safe for a little until she could come up with a plan.
They sat on the floor of dark closet holding one another and breathing heavily. Several screams could be heard off in the distance and what sounded like gun shots but they were to far away to tell. Kim hated just sitting her while other people were probably dying. Ron probably felt her uneasiness through the arm around her waist. "You know we can't help them, at least not yet, Kim," Ron said to her.
It was true, they couldn't do anything even if she wanted to, Kim was able to do incredible things but she was still human and didn't know if she could take on one of those monsters let alone five. She also had Ron to consider, he wasn't much of a fighter though he got lucky some times. She didn't want to risk his life however, he meant too much. Kim's arms around Ron tightened and held him as close to herself as possible, never wanting to let him go.
The two eventually fell asleep.
Mr. Barkin spun and pulled the trigger on his 9mm berretta. The bullet struck the zombies forehead and exited the back, blood and bits of brain erupted from the opening as the undead fell to the ground.
He crouched behind a large oak tree and dropped the spent magazine. Pulling a fresh one from his hip holster, he knew they had already gotten to the school. The barricades he and some of the school staff had erected around the entrances were torn apart, by something, something big.
Whatever it was Mr. Barkin hadn't been there to witness it so he could only guess. Large scores of the zombie's now dead bodies littered the field and driveway in front of the school. A putrid smell filled Mr. Barkin's nose as he got closer. If those things smelt bad when they were alive they smelt even worse when they were dead. He jogged past the barriers wreckage and crouched next to Mr. Burns's body, or what was left of it. He pulled Mr. Burns hip holster off of his leg which was probably the only intact part of his body.
He strapped the pack onto his left hip. Mr. Barkin now had two Berettas and three full magazines between the two. He knew he would need more firepower which was why he would have to get back to his office where he kept his secret stash. The school absolutely prohibits the provision of weapons even amongst teachers which is why he had his them in a compartment under the floor of his office.
The teachers he had handed guns out to half an hour ago hadn't seemed to complain then though. Most of them were now dead, trying to fight off the horde of zombies. Most of them had died with dignity though, which made their deaths not so meaningless. "All except you Mr. Burns, I believe you were running away right after you shoved Ms. Downs at the zombies to slow them down." Mr. Barkin said staring at the cowardly teachers dead eyes. "Like it did you much good, seeing as though you're dead now," he concluded before standing up and jogging through the schools shattered entrance.
Kim woke up, all she could see was darkness, her heart sped up a little but then she remembered... The class being attacked and those horrible monsters. She and Ron were hiding in a closet in the aftermath. Ron shifted slightly beside, nuzzling against her neck. Kim could tell he was still asleep and ran a hand through his hair. "Kim." Ron mumbled quietly.
"Are you awake Ron?" Kim asked. "Yeah, I'm here." She heard him say. "I think we should head back out and look for the other students," Kim said. Ron hesitated for a few moments but then answered: "yes."
Slowly Kim opened the closet door and scanned the room. It was as empty as they had left it. The halls were quiet and the lack of people and noise gave the class a desolate feeling. Kim stepped into the class and listened, all she could hear was the steady humming of the AC. Ron came out of the closet behind her still hesitant.
Kim began looking around, for some kind of weapon, anything they could use. Kim couldn't find anything useful that would make a decent weapon, so she would have to rely on her own skill. The door to the hall squeaked a little and a putrid smell entered Kim's nose. It was disgusting, like spoiled meat and throw-up mixed together in an outhouse. She covered her nose and Ron did the same.
The door creaked again causing Kim to look over this time. She saw a boot poke through the opening and then the door was pushed open all the way. Ron took a step back as the zombie moaned, its arms outstretched, slowly shuffling towards him.
"Get out of there Ron!" Kim yelled as she ran towards the zombie. Ron ran to the other side of the class as Kim leapt into the air and kicked the undead in the face with a loud snapping noise. Kim landed gracefully on her feet as the monster toppled to the ground.
Kim brushed her hands together thinking that they weren't that tough after all. Her thoughts quickly died however as the zombie creaked back on to its feet and continued advancing followed by three and then four more, as they shuffled through the door, moaning and reaching for them. Kim slowly stepped back keeping her eyes on the five zombies.
There was only one door to the hall and it was behind the wall of walking gangrenous flesh in front of them. Kim ran forth and punched one of the monsters in the gut and spun a spinning rear kick at another, sending it crashing into the desks. The zombies seemed devoid to pain however as they stood back up and joined the fight.
An undead hand brushed Kim's shoulder and she felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly spun and executed a quick ridge hand strike to its forearm, to her surprise she snapped right through the soft bone. Kim withdrew her hand, a grayish fluid on it. "Uhh," she said as she brushed off the liquid on her jeans.
Ron managed to pick up a desk and heave it at the nearest target. The metal desk struck it in the back sending it forward into a second zombie, both of them collapsed to the floor. A trio of punches to the face from Kim sent a third beast to the floor, dark red blood speckled the white tile floor as the zombies head split open upon impact.
Kim jumped back, avoiding the spray of gore. From the corner of her eye, Kim saw a black figure move swiftly through the door and into to the room. It moved to quickly to be a zombie though. The figure stepped forward, behind the zombies and Kim realized it was human, wearing an all black suit with multiple pouches, satchels, and holsters, along with the glimmer of metal weapons and cartridges. The figure also had a sleek black mask that covered his entire face, green plates of some sort of plastic over his eyes.
The newcomer reached back over his shoulder and pulled forth a glittering, meter long sword with a serrated edge. The three standing zombies began to turn slowly on their axis to face this new potential victim. To Kim's astounding relief the figure stepped forth and slashed the nearest zombie's neck, decapitating it. A thick stream of blood erupted from the base of the neck, like an exhaust for the head that flew straight into the air and then landed with a wet splatter on the floor.
The black-clad savior slashed the other two zombie's necks that had finished turning. The remaining two zombies on the other side of the room had gotten back to their feet by now and were drawing near. The man lowered the sword and reached to his hip with his free hand- and drew a large pistol, aiming at the two zombies. A pair of incredibly loud explosions echoed through the room as the zombie's heads exploded. Their bodies swayed for a few seconds until their knees buckled and they fell to the blood slicked floor.
"Are you two alright?" The man asked, putting away his weapons. "Were fine, thanks to you," Kim said, Ron stepping next to her. The man lifted his face shield, sliding it back into a slot above his head. He had an Asian look and appeared about in his mid-thirties, a clean shaven beard across his chin. "We must move, we don't have much time," the man said peering out the door and looking both ways down the hall.
He pulled forth his pistol, a colt .45, and walked briskly into the hallway waving Kim and Ron forward. "Wait, what's your name?" Ron asked jogging to keep up with the man. "You can call me John," he replied, not taking his eyes off of the space in front of him.
"Where are we going?" Kim asked also jogging. "To the auditorium, there are other survivors there," John replied. John came to a sudden halt and brought his hand up to stop Kim and Ron. John put his back to the wall and peered around the next corner. Kim also looked, she saw the mutant lizards, the same kind that had murdered her classmates and they were feasting on something.
Kim withdrew from the corner and took a deep breath. "What are those things?" Kim whispered. "There called lickers, and if they get your scent on there tongue they will hunt you down until one of you dead is dead." "Unfortunately they are standing directly in front of the auditorium door." John said. He then shoved the colt back into the holster on his hip and pulled a long black shotgun from over his shoulder. Without warning he stepped around the corner and blasted the nearest monster right in the head. It flipped end over end until it came to rest on its back some right against the auditorium door. The second licker gave a shriek and slithered forward, its claws clacking on the tile floor.
John ratcheted the gun and fired another shot. The blast exploded against the front of the beast, shattering its front legs. The licker collapsed, still shrieking, its ropey tongue slithering across the floor. John pumped another round and blew its head apart, splattering its grayish brain matter against the adjacent wall.
Within moments, loud trumpeting shrieks could be heard off in the distance. "They'll be here in a matter of seconds," John said quickly running to the door and knocking on it. The door opened and a man popped his head out. Kim recognized him as Mr. Martin, their Latin teacher. Kim and Ron walked into the auditorium stepping over the oozing corpse of the licker in the doorframe, but John stood by the door waiting with a small black sphere in his hand.
The trumpeting shrieks got louder as nearly half a dozen lickers appeared swarming down the hall to the door. John popped the pin on the device and Kim realized it was a grenade. The swarm of lickers closed in on the door and John tossed the grenade out into the hall and slammed the door shut. He ran from the door as a loud BANG emanated from it. The door was outlined in white for a brief instant and then small wisps of smoke floated from under it. The hall was quiet once again.
Kim averted her eyes from the still smoking door and turned around. People were scattered all around the auditorium, some were shaking and scared, others comforting their friends and family. Most of the people Kim did not recognize, as she began wondering where they all came from. "Who are all these people and what s going on, what were those, who made." Kim had so many questions for the tall man.
"I'll explain everything as I have to so many before," he said patiently. Kim and Ron sat down in the familiar plastic fold-out chairs as John began. "Have you heard of a company called Umbrella?" he asked. "Yeah, they are a pharmaceutical company," Kim said. "Well they have a, shall we say, darker side to them then you may have noticed." John continued. "How dark?" Ron asked. "Biological weapons dark," John answered. "That's pretty dark," Kim said.
"Anyway, this bio weapons company, called white umbrella, has been experimenting with a new type of bio weapon." "John continued, those things out there are a result of it." "Its basically a virus, that infects any living thing, turning them into a mindless creature that's only desire in life is to eat. It's a desire so powerful it consumes every aspect of your being, it is greater then any desire you could possibly feel. Once you contract the disease, there is no cure." He concluded.
The only way you can only be infected if the virus gets in your bloodstream, meaning if you swallow it or get it in your eyes, if you are bitten by one of those things, if you live, you will eventually turn into a zombie, slowly rotting away." He warned.
"You two should be wise to get something and cover your face," he said. Kim and Ron looked around the auditorium and realized everyone of the 4-dozen or so people was wearing a face mask or some other variation of one ranging from T-shirts too what looked like a knee pad. Kim pulled a hanker chief from her back pocket with her initials on the corner, her grandma had made it for her as a gift for her junior year of high school.
A sudden and horrifying thought just filled Kim's mind and shoved anything else out of the way. Her parents and Jim, and Tim. What's happened to them, are they safe or are they. one of them. A tear escaped Kim's eye as a growing sense of dread filled her stomach. Kim quickly wiped away the tear with the hanker chief as Ron come over and asked if she was ok. "I'm fine Ron its nothing," she said, the thought apparently hadn't crossed his mind and she didn't want to give him something else to worry about.
Kim tied the piece of material on to her face, pushing the unpleasant thought as far back as possible. Ron had ripped a strip of cloth from the hem of his shirt.
Kim peered around, the auditorium incredibly quiet, usually very noisy. Not today she thought. And probably never again. It felt like a hurricane shelter as everyone shifted around uneasily. A high-pitched beeping noise was heard coming from a device on John's belt. He snatched up the silver metal box and flipped up a panel on the front.
"Oh shit, we got company," John yelled. "Anybody with a gun gets ready, everyone else on the stage." He ordered. Kim and Ron joined the frantic crowd, running and huddling together on the top of the stage. Ron passed a young man with a small pistol heading to the door, only around twenty, and mumbling prayers. The auditorium shook, as a bone jarring tackle slammed the steal door, bits of plaster falling from the ceiling.
"It's a hunter," John mumbled to himself as he readied the shotgun. Another massive slammed into the door. John heard steel straining under the force and then the ear-splitting rip of metal against metal and the door went flying through the air, crashing in the middle of the seats in a storm of dust. A massive figure was outlined standing in the rubles wake and let forth a deep throaty roar. The impossibly large creature took one earth shaking step forward, now visible.
It stood nearly seven meters on stout webbed feet, incredibly broad shoulders extended into arms so long they nearly touched the floor, the monsters flat toad like head lined with teeth and glistening with a layer of transparent mucus. The beast charge at the six human defenders, crushing anything in its wake.
John slapped down his combat mask and yelled: "let him have it." The surrounding men opened fire, spraying the front of the hunter in a shower of lead. John fired the shotgun, the sound cancelled out over the roar of weaponry around him. John fired again, and then again. The hunter slowed and then came to a complete stop, dozens of bullet holes speckled the hunters green skin, large tears where multiple bullets had hit bleed freely. The beast let out one last deep growl and feel forward, crushing several plastic seats under its sheer weight. John breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his the barrel of his weapon.
His motion tracker, the small silver box, began to beep rapidly once again. John looked at the large hole in the wall and saw two hunters staring back , they lunged.
Mr. Barkin was like a robot however, built to discipline, and seemed to be able to see through walls. Ron noticed to late however that the massive school teacher had stopped lecturing and was scoping in on his half- sleeping self.
"Hey, Ron," Kim whispered over, attempting to rescue him. It was to late however as the ground seemed to shake with the advancing teacher.
"Stopabble," Mr. Barkin said quietly, staring at Ron's shivering form. "You know what's coming so I'll save my breath, after school, same room as usual." He growled.
Ron breathed out a breath of sheer relief as the teacher moved slowly back to the front of the room. "Why are you so happy Ron, you just got detention." Kim said out of the corner of her mouth. "It's a lot better then being yelled at by Mr. Barkinater over there," Ron said back.
The bell suddenly rang through the class, ending the monotonous atmosphere in the room. "I'll call you later, ok Ron," Kim said as they headed for the door. "You bet, as soon as possible, possible.
Kim chuckled at the goofy boy walking next to her, kin she always felt a warm feeling inside knowing he would always be there.
"Hold up people, you can't leave just yet," Barkin shouted over the chattering students. Everyone halted in their steps, not daring to disobey. "There is a critical situation down in Lowerton, the call wasn't very clear but were officially on a city wide lock down until the situation is resolved. "Meaning." Ron said slowly. "Meaning you must stay here until the lock down is lifted." Barkin answered with a groan.
"Students remain calm and do not leave your classes; we will update you on the situation as soon as possible." A voice said over the P.A. system." "I guess were stuck here," Kim said, sitting back down in her desk. A few minutes went by, the students quietly chatting amongst themselves. Mr. Barkin had left the class soon after the announcement; he said he had some duty he had to do. Nobody objected, but a teacher leaving a class during a lock down was breaking severe rules.
It had been fifteen minutes and he had not come back yet. "Where do you think Mr., Barkin went," Kim asked Ron. "Who cares, he can be gone forever for all I care." Ron answered back. Kim understood Ron's harshness, as Mr. Barkin wasn't his favorite person in the world.
The calm of the classroom was broken by a loud scream seeming to increase in volume the longer it was heard, suggesting it was someone running. Kim ran to the door, forgetting the lock down procedure, someone needed help.
Kim turned the handle and stuck her head into the hall; Ron was close behind her as well as the rest of the class who were getting curious. Kim took one step out of the room and saw a figure stumble pushing himself backwards on his elbows and yelling incoherently at something around the corner.
The thing stepped into view suddenly and Kim felt her blood run cold. The creature looked roughly humanoid if you buried a human corpse and dug it up a month later. The thing had greenish skin that was peeling in different places, a blackish liquid flowing from several large blisters on its outstretched arms, the things mouth hung open longingly, a thick gelatinous fluid flowing down its dried lips.
Then the zombie creature lunged at the helpless boy in front of it. Ron let out a low shriek of terror as the flailing student screamed, trying to knock the abomination off, until it ripped out his throat in a bloody stream of motion.
Kim reeled back and slammed the door shut, not believing what she just witnessed. "What the hell was that?!" Someone yelled. The wet meaty sounds continued outside as the students backed away from the door. Kim was breathing heavily, her nerves on edge as a loud moaning sound was heard out in the hall.
A pair of arms wrapped around Kim's waist from behind causing her to jump slightly. She looked behind her shoulder and saw it was only Ron. His breathing was heavier then hers and she could tell he was even more terrified then her. She figured he needed someone to just be with so she stood in his embrace trying to calm him.
More moans could be heard outside the door as several students pushed the teacher's desk in front of the door. There was another door on the other side of the class that led to the same hallway so they piled a few desks in front of it. The undead zombies shuffled outside of the class, apparently unable to understand the concept of a door knob.
Kim and Ron sat in the corner of the class trying to understand what was happening. Trying to figure out what and where those things came from. "I'm betting Drakken," Ron said finally. "I don't know, Drakken has never done anything so grisly before." Kim replied. "Maybe it was DNAmy, that thing looked like it was once human as if it had been raised from the dead, sounds like something she would do," Kim said.
Their conversation was disturbed however, as a loud BANG was heard at the door. Ron jumped out of his seat, backing away from the door. The other thirty or so teenagers in the room also backed away as another BANG was heard, leaving a large crack down the windows glass panel.
Kim stared at the door, willing it to hold as if the weight of her desire would some how strengthen the doors integrity. No such luck though as the door shattered and in it came.
Kim had seen a lot of weird things on her missions from building sized poodles to mutant Rhino-rabbits but nothing she had seen could prepare her for what slithered in to class that dark afternoon. It crawled on the ceiling with four sets of sharp glistening talons, a long elongated body with two pairs of hunched legs extended perpendicular to its body. Its head had no features except bits of pink, exposed brain matter and a curling mouth lined with massive teeth. The thing looked like a giant lizard.
The entire class stood stiff with fear as the thing opened its mouth, dark fluid dripping to the floor, and extended a long pink tongue nearly two feet long into the air. A split second later the lizard creature sucked the tongue back in and like a lightning bolt, jettisoned off the ceiling and at its audience.
A freshman named Billy Meyer shrieked as the monster collided into him, as big as he was, and knocked him to the ground. The class yelled in fear as the students ran for the door on the other side of the room. Kim ran and was about to kick the thing when it drove one of it's sharp claws through Billie's heart, he let out a small pathetic cry and went limp, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth.
Kim began backing away, Billy already gone, the creature ripping into his body. Kim felt someone grab her hand and pull her. Kim turned and ran with Ron holding her hand tightly. The students were frantically pulling the desks out of the way of the door when another lizard crawled through the shattered door and began advancing on the group.
A student unfortunate enough to be at the back of the crowd was dragged down to the floor screaming words about how it wasn't fair. The door burst open and the students flooded out. Unfortunately two of the lizards were waiting out in the hall and lunged at the first teenagers they saw. A girl and boy went down screaming and crying. The girl flailed under the beast as her best friend screamed her name, staring into her eyes and unable to do anything. Her screaming ceased as a third lizard dropped from the ceiling behind her and clamped its powerful draws around her neck, breaking it.
Kim yelled out to the scattering class in the hall, trying to get them under control. It was no use as students pushed past her, yelling and sobbing as they ran every which way. Kim new the halls weren't safe and pulled Ron into the class room across the hall, it was empty. They stumbled in the class and into the closet shutting the door.
It was a rather pathetic place to hide but Kim hoped it would keep them safe for a little until she could come up with a plan.
They sat on the floor of dark closet holding one another and breathing heavily. Several screams could be heard off in the distance and what sounded like gun shots but they were to far away to tell. Kim hated just sitting her while other people were probably dying. Ron probably felt her uneasiness through the arm around her waist. "You know we can't help them, at least not yet, Kim," Ron said to her.
It was true, they couldn't do anything even if she wanted to, Kim was able to do incredible things but she was still human and didn't know if she could take on one of those monsters let alone five. She also had Ron to consider, he wasn't much of a fighter though he got lucky some times. She didn't want to risk his life however, he meant too much. Kim's arms around Ron tightened and held him as close to herself as possible, never wanting to let him go.
The two eventually fell asleep.
Mr. Barkin spun and pulled the trigger on his 9mm berretta. The bullet struck the zombies forehead and exited the back, blood and bits of brain erupted from the opening as the undead fell to the ground.
He crouched behind a large oak tree and dropped the spent magazine. Pulling a fresh one from his hip holster, he knew they had already gotten to the school. The barricades he and some of the school staff had erected around the entrances were torn apart, by something, something big.
Whatever it was Mr. Barkin hadn't been there to witness it so he could only guess. Large scores of the zombie's now dead bodies littered the field and driveway in front of the school. A putrid smell filled Mr. Barkin's nose as he got closer. If those things smelt bad when they were alive they smelt even worse when they were dead. He jogged past the barriers wreckage and crouched next to Mr. Burns's body, or what was left of it. He pulled Mr. Burns hip holster off of his leg which was probably the only intact part of his body.
He strapped the pack onto his left hip. Mr. Barkin now had two Berettas and three full magazines between the two. He knew he would need more firepower which was why he would have to get back to his office where he kept his secret stash. The school absolutely prohibits the provision of weapons even amongst teachers which is why he had his them in a compartment under the floor of his office.
The teachers he had handed guns out to half an hour ago hadn't seemed to complain then though. Most of them were now dead, trying to fight off the horde of zombies. Most of them had died with dignity though, which made their deaths not so meaningless. "All except you Mr. Burns, I believe you were running away right after you shoved Ms. Downs at the zombies to slow them down." Mr. Barkin said staring at the cowardly teachers dead eyes. "Like it did you much good, seeing as though you're dead now," he concluded before standing up and jogging through the schools shattered entrance.
Kim woke up, all she could see was darkness, her heart sped up a little but then she remembered... The class being attacked and those horrible monsters. She and Ron were hiding in a closet in the aftermath. Ron shifted slightly beside, nuzzling against her neck. Kim could tell he was still asleep and ran a hand through his hair. "Kim." Ron mumbled quietly.
"Are you awake Ron?" Kim asked. "Yeah, I'm here." She heard him say. "I think we should head back out and look for the other students," Kim said. Ron hesitated for a few moments but then answered: "yes."
Slowly Kim opened the closet door and scanned the room. It was as empty as they had left it. The halls were quiet and the lack of people and noise gave the class a desolate feeling. Kim stepped into the class and listened, all she could hear was the steady humming of the AC. Ron came out of the closet behind her still hesitant.
Kim began looking around, for some kind of weapon, anything they could use. Kim couldn't find anything useful that would make a decent weapon, so she would have to rely on her own skill. The door to the hall squeaked a little and a putrid smell entered Kim's nose. It was disgusting, like spoiled meat and throw-up mixed together in an outhouse. She covered her nose and Ron did the same.
The door creaked again causing Kim to look over this time. She saw a boot poke through the opening and then the door was pushed open all the way. Ron took a step back as the zombie moaned, its arms outstretched, slowly shuffling towards him.
"Get out of there Ron!" Kim yelled as she ran towards the zombie. Ron ran to the other side of the class as Kim leapt into the air and kicked the undead in the face with a loud snapping noise. Kim landed gracefully on her feet as the monster toppled to the ground.
Kim brushed her hands together thinking that they weren't that tough after all. Her thoughts quickly died however as the zombie creaked back on to its feet and continued advancing followed by three and then four more, as they shuffled through the door, moaning and reaching for them. Kim slowly stepped back keeping her eyes on the five zombies.
There was only one door to the hall and it was behind the wall of walking gangrenous flesh in front of them. Kim ran forth and punched one of the monsters in the gut and spun a spinning rear kick at another, sending it crashing into the desks. The zombies seemed devoid to pain however as they stood back up and joined the fight.
An undead hand brushed Kim's shoulder and she felt a chill run down her spine. She quickly spun and executed a quick ridge hand strike to its forearm, to her surprise she snapped right through the soft bone. Kim withdrew her hand, a grayish fluid on it. "Uhh," she said as she brushed off the liquid on her jeans.
Ron managed to pick up a desk and heave it at the nearest target. The metal desk struck it in the back sending it forward into a second zombie, both of them collapsed to the floor. A trio of punches to the face from Kim sent a third beast to the floor, dark red blood speckled the white tile floor as the zombies head split open upon impact.
Kim jumped back, avoiding the spray of gore. From the corner of her eye, Kim saw a black figure move swiftly through the door and into to the room. It moved to quickly to be a zombie though. The figure stepped forward, behind the zombies and Kim realized it was human, wearing an all black suit with multiple pouches, satchels, and holsters, along with the glimmer of metal weapons and cartridges. The figure also had a sleek black mask that covered his entire face, green plates of some sort of plastic over his eyes.
The newcomer reached back over his shoulder and pulled forth a glittering, meter long sword with a serrated edge. The three standing zombies began to turn slowly on their axis to face this new potential victim. To Kim's astounding relief the figure stepped forth and slashed the nearest zombie's neck, decapitating it. A thick stream of blood erupted from the base of the neck, like an exhaust for the head that flew straight into the air and then landed with a wet splatter on the floor.
The black-clad savior slashed the other two zombie's necks that had finished turning. The remaining two zombies on the other side of the room had gotten back to their feet by now and were drawing near. The man lowered the sword and reached to his hip with his free hand- and drew a large pistol, aiming at the two zombies. A pair of incredibly loud explosions echoed through the room as the zombie's heads exploded. Their bodies swayed for a few seconds until their knees buckled and they fell to the blood slicked floor.
"Are you two alright?" The man asked, putting away his weapons. "Were fine, thanks to you," Kim said, Ron stepping next to her. The man lifted his face shield, sliding it back into a slot above his head. He had an Asian look and appeared about in his mid-thirties, a clean shaven beard across his chin. "We must move, we don't have much time," the man said peering out the door and looking both ways down the hall.
He pulled forth his pistol, a colt .45, and walked briskly into the hallway waving Kim and Ron forward. "Wait, what's your name?" Ron asked jogging to keep up with the man. "You can call me John," he replied, not taking his eyes off of the space in front of him.
"Where are we going?" Kim asked also jogging. "To the auditorium, there are other survivors there," John replied. John came to a sudden halt and brought his hand up to stop Kim and Ron. John put his back to the wall and peered around the next corner. Kim also looked, she saw the mutant lizards, the same kind that had murdered her classmates and they were feasting on something.
Kim withdrew from the corner and took a deep breath. "What are those things?" Kim whispered. "There called lickers, and if they get your scent on there tongue they will hunt you down until one of you dead is dead." "Unfortunately they are standing directly in front of the auditorium door." John said. He then shoved the colt back into the holster on his hip and pulled a long black shotgun from over his shoulder. Without warning he stepped around the corner and blasted the nearest monster right in the head. It flipped end over end until it came to rest on its back some right against the auditorium door. The second licker gave a shriek and slithered forward, its claws clacking on the tile floor.
John ratcheted the gun and fired another shot. The blast exploded against the front of the beast, shattering its front legs. The licker collapsed, still shrieking, its ropey tongue slithering across the floor. John pumped another round and blew its head apart, splattering its grayish brain matter against the adjacent wall.
Within moments, loud trumpeting shrieks could be heard off in the distance. "They'll be here in a matter of seconds," John said quickly running to the door and knocking on it. The door opened and a man popped his head out. Kim recognized him as Mr. Martin, their Latin teacher. Kim and Ron walked into the auditorium stepping over the oozing corpse of the licker in the doorframe, but John stood by the door waiting with a small black sphere in his hand.
The trumpeting shrieks got louder as nearly half a dozen lickers appeared swarming down the hall to the door. John popped the pin on the device and Kim realized it was a grenade. The swarm of lickers closed in on the door and John tossed the grenade out into the hall and slammed the door shut. He ran from the door as a loud BANG emanated from it. The door was outlined in white for a brief instant and then small wisps of smoke floated from under it. The hall was quiet once again.
Kim averted her eyes from the still smoking door and turned around. People were scattered all around the auditorium, some were shaking and scared, others comforting their friends and family. Most of the people Kim did not recognize, as she began wondering where they all came from. "Who are all these people and what s going on, what were those, who made." Kim had so many questions for the tall man.
"I'll explain everything as I have to so many before," he said patiently. Kim and Ron sat down in the familiar plastic fold-out chairs as John began. "Have you heard of a company called Umbrella?" he asked. "Yeah, they are a pharmaceutical company," Kim said. "Well they have a, shall we say, darker side to them then you may have noticed." John continued. "How dark?" Ron asked. "Biological weapons dark," John answered. "That's pretty dark," Kim said.
"Anyway, this bio weapons company, called white umbrella, has been experimenting with a new type of bio weapon." "John continued, those things out there are a result of it." "Its basically a virus, that infects any living thing, turning them into a mindless creature that's only desire in life is to eat. It's a desire so powerful it consumes every aspect of your being, it is greater then any desire you could possibly feel. Once you contract the disease, there is no cure." He concluded.
The only way you can only be infected if the virus gets in your bloodstream, meaning if you swallow it or get it in your eyes, if you are bitten by one of those things, if you live, you will eventually turn into a zombie, slowly rotting away." He warned.
"You two should be wise to get something and cover your face," he said. Kim and Ron looked around the auditorium and realized everyone of the 4-dozen or so people was wearing a face mask or some other variation of one ranging from T-shirts too what looked like a knee pad. Kim pulled a hanker chief from her back pocket with her initials on the corner, her grandma had made it for her as a gift for her junior year of high school.
A sudden and horrifying thought just filled Kim's mind and shoved anything else out of the way. Her parents and Jim, and Tim. What's happened to them, are they safe or are they. one of them. A tear escaped Kim's eye as a growing sense of dread filled her stomach. Kim quickly wiped away the tear with the hanker chief as Ron come over and asked if she was ok. "I'm fine Ron its nothing," she said, the thought apparently hadn't crossed his mind and she didn't want to give him something else to worry about.
Kim tied the piece of material on to her face, pushing the unpleasant thought as far back as possible. Ron had ripped a strip of cloth from the hem of his shirt.
Kim peered around, the auditorium incredibly quiet, usually very noisy. Not today she thought. And probably never again. It felt like a hurricane shelter as everyone shifted around uneasily. A high-pitched beeping noise was heard coming from a device on John's belt. He snatched up the silver metal box and flipped up a panel on the front.
"Oh shit, we got company," John yelled. "Anybody with a gun gets ready, everyone else on the stage." He ordered. Kim and Ron joined the frantic crowd, running and huddling together on the top of the stage. Ron passed a young man with a small pistol heading to the door, only around twenty, and mumbling prayers. The auditorium shook, as a bone jarring tackle slammed the steal door, bits of plaster falling from the ceiling.
"It's a hunter," John mumbled to himself as he readied the shotgun. Another massive slammed into the door. John heard steel straining under the force and then the ear-splitting rip of metal against metal and the door went flying through the air, crashing in the middle of the seats in a storm of dust. A massive figure was outlined standing in the rubles wake and let forth a deep throaty roar. The impossibly large creature took one earth shaking step forward, now visible.
It stood nearly seven meters on stout webbed feet, incredibly broad shoulders extended into arms so long they nearly touched the floor, the monsters flat toad like head lined with teeth and glistening with a layer of transparent mucus. The beast charge at the six human defenders, crushing anything in its wake.
John slapped down his combat mask and yelled: "let him have it." The surrounding men opened fire, spraying the front of the hunter in a shower of lead. John fired the shotgun, the sound cancelled out over the roar of weaponry around him. John fired again, and then again. The hunter slowed and then came to a complete stop, dozens of bullet holes speckled the hunters green skin, large tears where multiple bullets had hit bleed freely. The beast let out one last deep growl and feel forward, crushing several plastic seats under its sheer weight. John breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his the barrel of his weapon.
His motion tracker, the small silver box, began to beep rapidly once again. John looked at the large hole in the wall and saw two hunters staring back , they lunged.