'his eyes glinted with a terrifying chill, a tangibly frostiness it seeped through flesh, bone and blood... it seeped through... to your heart...'
Day one
"There was an activity scheduled for today in one of the facilities close by, think thoroughly," he smiled. "And by my calculations, it must have caused some zombies to have flooded that area you just mentioned".
'Activity?'
Obinna frowned.
" Do you know what's this activity?"
Obinna's frowned.
He furrowed his eyes in concentration, thinking, his mind analyzing the activities that had occurred prior to the outbreak.
A moment later, he was just about to give up and demand the answer when the junior student beside him jumped up excitedly.
The girl beside him jumped up in excitement.
"The debate!" She announced.
Dion smiled. " You are Pelumi, right?" he asked, his voice surprisingly very gentle and comforting. " The class monitor of JSS1 A?"
The girl's - Pelumi's - eyes brightened, and a smile bloomed on her face, "Yes. You... you know me senior?"
Dion observed her calmly, he observed her smile, it looked so genuine and beautiful, it looked devoid of terror - something he had gotten used to recently, in fact, she looked so out of place in this apocalypse.
He smiled and nodded, "You are a good girl, Pelumi".
Facing such direct praise, a blush crept up her cheeks and she hurriedly lowered her head shyly.
"Thanks".
Her reactions might have been confusing, but that was if one didn't take into account the status of whom she was speaking to. To regular students, Dion was perhaps just a rather strict and disciplined Prefect, but to those who actually came here to study he was an actual celebrity.
And this influence of his had nothing to do with his father, no it was solely his achievements.
Aside from being a son to Dr. Cliff, Dion had a lot other qualities that elevated him. As a record holder in the primary, junior secondary and senior secondary levels of the national annual nationwide quiz competition, Dion was basically a national figure, and he had also gone on to represemt the nation at various intra-continental activities, and also in an inter-continental talk show held in Europe earlier this year.
Right now in his room, he had a picture of him receiving a Preseidential handshake, it had been taken a year ago after he had won a major competition hosted in Morocco, it had turned him into a household name and became wildly celebrated nationwide, sich that he was promised a MON appointment immediately after receiving his Masters and a PhD.
All this was why Pelumi reacted as any normal person would if they were spoken to by Miley Cyrus.
Watching the confidence exuded by Dion, James subconsciously furrowed his brows. He still remembered it, those eyes, he hated to admit it but in those few moments the look on Dion's face had scared him, and then there was that terrifying chill he felt when he looked into Dion's eyes.
Something had changed.
He didn't know if it was good or bad but he was sure something had changed.
His thoughts briefly flashed to the incident earlier, about an hour or two earlier, when Dion had pitifully frozen in the face of a charging zombie...
He shook his head to remove the unwanted thoughts, then his eyes rested on Dion.
Because now...
Dion smiled and continued, "Like she said, I scheduled a debate between classes JSS1 A and B for later today,it was to take place in the mini-hall which happens to be directly opposite your Geography lab," his voice commanding and captivating. " Although the students of those classes shouldn't have been there yet - by the time of the... outbreak, I presume the committee must have sent a few teachers and some students there to prepare the venue".
He paused, then added.
" Imagine if even one, just a single one of them got... turned. Unless, by chance, the rest somehow recovered early and came up with a way to kill one of those things, I don't think the situation there would be very ideal... and I for one don't feel like betting my life on such low odds".
There was a drawn silence as everyone present observed him, their gazes expectant, a question hanging on their lips, ready to drop.
"So what should we do?"
Eventually it was the other girl who had been silent since they arrived who spoke, she wasn't able to keep silent anymore and asked.
To be honest, Dion didn't know this girl's name, all he confirm from her familiar face was that she was in an SS1 class. She was fair skinned and had a smallish stature, with a beautiful face which was topped by a low cut hair, it didn't look out of place, instead her short hair complemented her face and allowed it to effortlessly combine with her seductive body to make her seem even more eye catching and alluring, but there was nothing smallish about her busts and behind sizes, that coupled with how tattered she was from her ordeals made it troubling for the worn out fabric of her school uniform to keep them in place.
Despite her somewhat young age, she had already matured in certain essential areas, making Dion avoid keeping his eyes at the same place for long.
'It's too dangerous '
She could effortlessly seduce a pope.
Anyways...
He coughed.
She had asked him a question.
"First, before I answer that I want you guys to consider what you want to do very carefully," he paused, then added after noticing the confused looks he was getting. "Your objectives?"
Obinna paused for a while to mull it over, but after a while he couldn't still make heads of it.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
Dion shrugged.
" I mean it's been almost two hours since the outbreak, and things have settled somewhat, which means that most people who survived would have found perfect hiding places to hole themselves up, so I was thinking..."
He paused there, allowing the wheels of their thoughts to turn freely as they tried to decipher his meaning.
Eventually it was Obinna who sucked in a deep breath and looked at Dion in astonishment.
"You... you... it can't be," he pointed at Dion with a shaky finger, barely able to keep his voice below a shout. " You want us to save the others ".