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Chapter 3 - Chapter 3

No was one ready for the mayhem that occurred in the auditorium. People ran for their life. Tripping on their shoe- laces. I ran for my life, heading to the nearest exit, but no one else was. They were heading to the ceiling. Unsure, I followed them.

We climbed the ladder that led up to the ceiling. I could tell immediately there was less people now than there was before. We lost them in the panic, so many were lost.

What is going on? Why are there people here sick, to the point they attacked us?

"Great job Jenny! You brought them right to us", whispered the boy.

"Shut up! They did not see me or Sean! It's your fault, you wouldn't shut up, and you started yelling!"

"Then, let's not make the same mistake", I intervened.

"What would you know, huh? You're just some kid who was found by this stupid girl!"

That did it for me. I rose my hand and balled it into a fist and punched him. The hit made a loud crack, but other than that everything is fine. His reaction was unexpected, he took the punch and turned his head around as quick as it moved when I punched him. He held his head with a new type of anger, and he rose his fist.

"Oh cra-", before I could finish speaking, he punched me so hard I stumbled backwards, broke the ceiling tile, and I fell through the ceiling.

He was hiding, hidden from the naked eye. Seeing everything the young man emerged from the darkness to fix the wrongs and make them right. The boy had doubts, but he wanted to succeed. Make the wrongs right. Make them right.

I hit the ground with a loud thud. Dust was everywhere and he was surrounded. The people, or they were people, circled him like easy prey.

"RUN!" yelled a voice. Then all the creatures charged. Sean jumped up, over the first few creatures. Landing he was grabbed by two of them and was being thrown to the ground. Trying to pry their iron grip from his arms, he fell to the ground. They were on top of him in seconds. No one came to help. No one wanted to help. They left him to die.

"Get off him," roared a young man. I could not see who it was, but he owes him his life.

The man came in with a bat in his hand and swung at the first creature he saw. It went down easily, but the others turned their backs on me and focused on the new opponent. The man held his ground, but it was not long, the creatures kept getting back up. Looking frantically for a weapon, I grabbed a prop from the play supplies. The prop was a cane, it was oak wood, was dense, and strong. Without caring about his self-wealth, I started to help the young man, and fought the creatures. They were both fighting for their life, sweating, bleeding, surviving.

There was only one creature left, it was cowering in fear.

It can still think and feel like us?

I could not move I stood there with the cane in his hand, covered in blood. I started to shake violently, feeling the weight of what he done. The young man saw how I was reacting to all of this and placed a hand on my shoulder.

I flinched, not out of fear towards him, but towards myself. I feared myself and what I did to these people.

They were people remember that. Now they are monsters, freaks, psychos, etc.

I held the bat tight in my hands, walked towards the monster.

"I'm sorry you had to turn into this, but no one is safe with you here," I said with as much courage as I could. Raising my head, I looked directly at the beast and struck across the face with the bat. I did it again, and again, and again until the bat was covered in blood and bits of bone.

The aftermath made my stomach begin to rise and the acidity fill my mouth. I began to keel over and throw up.

All the people from in the ceiling began to climb down and surround me. Helping me get to my feet, until someone asked, "What if he's bit?". Somehow, I knew what that meant, that I would turn into one of those monsters, killing others just to survive, but am I already doing that? Killing others to survive or is it okay since they are monsters.

"Oh my god, you're okay," screamed Jenny.

"Physically, yes. Mentally, no," said the boy with no worry on his face whatsoever," He is drained, tired, and disgusted with himself, but this is the new world. Get used to it." The boy walked off but stopped. He only turned his head, "My name is Slade", then he walked away.

Slade, huh. At least he has my back.