Thirty minutes before the bell signaling the start of the lesson after lunch break rings…
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, FUUUUCK!!!"
"God damn it, shut your mouth and run!!"
The students of Class 1A, or what was left of them, just turned the corner behind the gymnasium and were running with all their might. One of the boys at the back of the now dozen or so students cursed at the top of his lungs, while another youth running next to him turned and barked at him.
The boy who had let out curses heard the sound of numerous snarls and screeching like it was coming from a pack of wolves. He turned to look behind him to see a horde of zombies in the tens or even hundreds turning the corner of the gymnasium to chase after them. Face going pale, he cried out once more.
"Fuck, they're coming!"
