I was sitting in art class working on a one shot to get my start in the manga industry when the announcement that would change everything came over the intercom saying, "remain calm do not panic there is an intruder on the premises stay in your classrooms and wait- ahhhagh!!!" The sound of blood splattering on a hardwood desk as flesh was torn from bone filled the air with silence so tense you could hear the blood pumping through your veins.
The classroom erupted into a panic as the people who made me wish I was dead through out the first 2 years of my high school career screamed and ran out of the classroom while the art teacher and I stayed behind in the classroom and remained calm, "Hey, Mr. Andersony you know what's going on?" I asked.
"You could hear the gnawing on the intercom, and you're not scared at all? you've always been interesting especially when we do group projects you always look like you're studying everything around you," Mr. Andersony stated.
"That doesn't answer the question."
"You know how zombie movies always start, and you're probably the only student who has any ability to think before acting, we should keep the group small, so there is less to worry about"
"We need weapons, rubber bands with short sharpened pencils and broom handles should work," I explained as I broke the brush from the end of a broom in a twisting motion creating a makeshift spear.
"I was right you know you're stuff, but we should get out of here, I need get back home to my family and make sure they're safe, ya know, you could stay with us if you want."
"No thanks I'll assist you to your car, then I have business with certain fat ass tyrant in the upper West Wing."
"Okay but you know how dangerous staying will be, right?"
"Yes I know, I've been hopping for something like this to happen, since I started going to this hell hole" I said laughing hysterically, feeling liberated from the laws and manautony of modern life.
Mr. Andersony grabbed a chair and ran toward the window, with a panicked expression on his face, when one of the shit stains that made my life a living hell lunged through the entrance to the classroom with inhuman speed before jumping at Mr. Andersony, as I intercepted the undead tormentor with an exacto knife that flew directly into the corpse's temple, before I pierced his head with my makeshift spear, the blood began to spray like a warm crimson rain of freedom and vengeance, Mr. Andersony turned to look at me with fear filled eyes and an expression of pure disgust, before he finally broke through the window, running to his car like a bat out of hell.
As chaos and confusion filled the halls just a few yards away from me, I started laughing happily for the first time since, I started attending this school 2 and a half years ago. It was like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders I was finally free.
"I can do what I want," I said with a voice wavering from the tears of pure happiness that had managed to escape my tear ducts, as thoughts revenge, and becoming a bad ass like the main characters from those post apocalyptic anime filled my head , "I can show those assholes why I've been training with a sword, hahahahahah the sword they made fun of will be the delivery driver who brings their second death, I should really work on my one liners and catch phrases," I continued, giggling through that last part as I lotted the art room for potential weapons.