The announcement filled me with joy as the school erupted into chaos and gore, the gymnasium where we were practicing drills was quite as I walked to supply closet and grabbed two baseball bats.
My cheer squad was staring at me as I walked back into the gymnasium with a baseball bat in each hand, the look of fear in those people's eyes was priceless I mean if you could call the people all they did was bully the weaker girls and boys they deemed ugly or different, some times they would start rumors and others they would tell their brainless drones they called boyfriends that they subject of their scorn was bullying them.
I ran toward the one who always started drama over me standing up for the people they bullied, and swung the bat as hard as I could.
"Thunk"
The sound of sound of wood striking flesh into the air was quite pleasant after years listening to those harpies degrade me and other people for no reason.
"Sssskid!"
One of the others tried running to the aid of the devil I just hit out of the ball park.
"What's wrong with you, you little skank?!?!" One of the girls screamed a such a high pitch that my ears starting ringing.
As I started walking to the door to let the what ever was groaning in the halls in here as a final fair well to the she-devils.
One of the girls started to run toward me but she wasn't fast enough to dodge the club that broke her kneecap.
"Ahhhhhhhhhh," screams and tears filled me with satisfaction, as I opened the door to find the halls filled deathly pale students missing patches of flesh, and eyes that had no semblance of life.
The dead soon started funneling their way into the gymnasium attracted to the screams noice, the corpses didn't pay attention to me. The idea of mimicking the movements and of the hoard to blend in and escape popped into my brain as a boy that I stud up for a while back tore his way through the hall with what looked like broom handel with a twisted spike at the end of it.
"Hey, you're the one who helped me with those bullies like 3 weeks ago," the boy said noticing me as his spear plunged into the face of our former principal. He made his way toward pulling few rubber bands tiny pencils from his back pack, "use these like a slingshot I putt notches in the flat end of the pencils, should work to distract them long enough for me to take them out," the boy stated as he handed me the rubber bands and pencils.
I put my baseball bat in my pockets tearing holes through my pants in the process as watched this boy efficiently dispatch corpse after corpse.
"Why do you know how to fight with a spear?" I asked shooting a zombie in directly in the eye.
"Anger management and not just spears I'm proficient with a hand gun and rifle as well, but if I had my jigokuyaiba (hell blade), we would be far better off," the boy explained making even more questions flood my head as we fought the hoards of undead.
"Why are you still in the school? You could have made it outside by now if you wanted to," I questioned, nailing another zombie in the eye but this time the pencils went through the eye and into the brain, as blood and bits of brain tissue sputtered out of the zombie's eye socket splashing to the floor with a sound like vomit impact on pavement.
"Same as you, revenge."
"How did you know?" I asked as my mind raced trying to figure out if I should trust this guy or not.
"Do the words, "what's wrong with you, you little skank?" Mean anything to ya?" The boy remarked with a sarcastic tone.
To be continued…