Stuck in School With Zombies IC

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((Just changed my earlier post a bit. Let's get this thing movin'!))

Casey continued to stare between the two. "Well, there ain't no metal ones in this closet, so it's definitely one of these. Maybe we could find some metal ones somewhere else." She looked harder at the choices, then decided to toss the mop stick. It was probably like a paint brush, soakin' up all the water in the "threads" at the bottom. "Broom stick." She then worked on taking on the head of the broom.

"I'm all jittery! I know I shouldn't treat this like some game, but seriously! Zombies in our school?" She was just rambling a bit, something she did on a daily basis. Just a habit. That was all.

Her hands were shaking violently as she finally removed the head of broom, holding the wooden "stick" in her left hand. Excitement and thrill sent a chill down her spine and tingles through her fingers. And fear panged painfully in the back of her mind. Oh! Her head hurt terribly! Did people in movies feel this way? What about people in the army? Okay, they didn't have to face freakin' zombies.

"You find anything, Scott? Any wrenches or . . . something?" she asked. "They have all kinds of weird stuff in here." I wonder if any teachers are alive? She hoped so. What about our friends? Now she was getting really jittery, only this time not from excitement.

She peeked out the window of the closet into the classroom the closet was in. Still no zombies. . . . Not that she could see anyway. The class door was wide open, and she couldn't see the wall on the side of the closet. Hmm. . . . They couldn't stay in a dang closet forever. That in and of itself was kind of awkward.

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"Come on...it's gotta be here somewhere..." Amy grumbled as she dug through her bookshelves. She'd flip to the back of the book and toss it angrily, she'd look at the index for Zombie(s) and if it wasn't there, then it was no use. She had no weapon yet, the only thing she could do was toss the book at them. She chuckled at the pun. But what would work against Zombies? ONE of her many Mythical History textbooks had to have SOMETHING!!

"DAMMIT!" She cursed as another shelf was emptied and deemed useless. What was she going to do now? That was the last shelf! And Internet was cut off so she couldn't search on the local web...
Then she remembered. The cute teacher across the hall had borrowed one of her books for something...Maybe he had the one that contained information on Zombies... She looked out her window warily. But how was she going to get there unarmed?

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"Okay, I've found a few things," Scott said, returning from the depths of the Janitor's closet, his arms full of an assortment of bottles, boxes, and different kinds of items--the most prominent of these being a large, silver wrench. He sat down, and dumped the pile of stuff in front of himself. Scott picked up the wrench first, weighing it with his hand.

"Just like you guessed, one large, silver, and definitely-heavy-enough-to-bust-some-heads wrench. I'll be taking this, then," he said, laying it next to himself. "I would prefer something with a little more range, but this might come in handy later."

"Next, there this assortment of cleaning chemicals I found," Scott continued, standing up. He picked up a few of the bottles and started to shelve them in a more easily accessible area of the closet. "With these, and access to the Chemistry lab on the third floor, and the other chemicals there, I think I might be able to make some small explosives for us. Maybe something we could use as a distraction, maybe something we could use to clear a room, I don't know yet. At any rate, until I have access to the lab, I can't do anything with these. So, until then, we're just going to have to remember where this closet is. You know, a map of the school would be a nice thing to have," he said, making another metal note: Find a map.

"And finally there's this," Scott said. He picked up the wrench, and the last two items that he hadn't shown to Casey yet. Putting the wrench in a loop in his belt, he walked over to the front of the closet where she was standing. He held up his right hand, in which was a lighter. "Remember how the Janitor was a smoker? I found his stash in the back. Against school rules, I think, but fortunately, it might come in handy for us."

Then he showed Casey the second item. It was an aerosol can. "Air freshener. Hope you like Fresh Mountain Breeze. Anyway, this, plus the lighter, equals a homemade flamethrower," he said, as a large smile spread across his face. "Call it a last resort weapon. Oh, and I found a first aid kit, too," Scott added. "We should find more of these, just in case. That's about it on the weapons and items front. What do you think?"

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Maybe a human's head, Casey mentally noted when he talked about the wrench being "heavy enough to bust some heads." It was an amusing thought, and for a moment, she entertained herself in thinking about all the people she could possibly hit with one. It sounds like we're in a war, or something. She held the broomstick tightly, realizing she had suddenly become more serious about their situation. How serious she had become was yet to be determined. She still had the jitterbugs in her stomach.

"Aren't the labs locked?" Unless the teachers, in all their panic, left the doors unlocked. Oi. . . . That meant more zombie possibilities. She wished she was in the hallway then. At least she would be able to see in more directions. Right now, her eyes could only view the one room they were in, aside from the closet to her back. "And somehow, I doubt we could find a transportable map." They knew the school pretty well, anyway, right? Some areas more than others. There's that map hanging up on the wall near the stairwell.

Casey smiled laughingly at the thought of a homemade flamethrower. She and her friends had always dreamed of those things, but she didn't think she was smart enough to come up with one. Then again, it could simply be because she was a bit lazy when it came to making up new things like that. "Fried zombies for dinner. How does that sound?" Disgusting! Actually, it made her want some fried chicken. Dark meat. Leg or thigh. White meat was just too dry for her liking. Up, and that made her want some water! Would be hard to get, as long as there weren't blood and guts and goo all over the water fountains. I think I'll settle for getting a water bottle out of the teacher's lounge.

The light flickered on when she flipped the switch. The desks were scattered and turned over. Around the wall, there was no one. No zombies. No bodies. Nothing. All clear. She walked out into the classroom and quickly made her way to the door to have a look out into the hall. It was just dark. Was it night or day? Her watch had stopped working a while back, and she couldn't remember the last time she saw on it. It would come in handy right about now.

"First we need to get out of here. I'm pretty sure we're not the only ones left." At least, I hope we're not the only ones left. That really was a scary thought.

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Amy's ears perked up at the sound of voices. Her heart pounded in her chest. Could it be the Zombies? No... these were words...not grumbles and moans. Other survivors? Oh dear god, she prayed so. She reached for her yard stick that she used to either point out items, or give references on how big a creature was allegedly supposed to be. It also made good use for waking up sleeping students... Then, taking a deep breath, she opened the door and looked out warily.

"Oh Hallelujah!!" She cried in a whisper upon seeing non-decomposed humans. Amy quickly rushed over, remembering one of the students' names. "Casey!" she breathed as she reached her. "You don't know how happy I am to see you. Have you seen others?"

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Casey had only just gotten out into the hallway when she heard someone cry excitedly and run in her direction. Her first instinct was to throw out her stick-like weapon, but when the sound of her name stopped her in mid-motion. Miss Amy?? She remembered the teacher. Maybe one of the few teachers who taught something she enjoyed. Yeah. Mythology. Too bad there hadn't been anything on zombies. And knowing real life, their information would probably be wrong, anyway.

"Miss Amy!" she said, a smile growing on her lips. The teacher appeared exasperated. "Yeah. Scott's still in the room. Wrenches and flamethrowers were part of our earlier discussion, if you care to know." She stood upright, pulling back her broomstick. "Where have you been this whole time? Locked in your room?"

Casey turned around as she awaited the woman's answer, heading for the corner of the hall. Maybe if she could get a good look, she could figure out how to get through. It would be easier if. . . .

She looked back at Miss Amy. "Do you happen to know what time it is? Or whether or not it's night or day? It'd be pretty helpful." He voice was lower now, even though she was farther away. It was hard to tell what the right level of speaking was at the moment.

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Jumping at the sound of a high-pitched cry, Scott rushed from the window shutter he was trying to pry open (in vain) to the doorway into the hallway, weapon raised, worried that something had happened to Casey. Upon entering the hallway, he breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered his wrench.

It was just Miss Amy, the Mythical History teacher, one of Scott's few non-science related teachers. She seemed very enthralled, having finally found another living person. So enthralled, in fact, that she didn't seem to have noticed Scott's dramatic entrance. Well, Scott never said much in Mythical History (it wasn't exactly his specialty), perhaps that's why Miss Amy didn't recognize him immediately, as she did Casey, one of her star pupils. Casey didn't seem to have noticed either, too busy with the flustered teacher. Wrenches and flamethrowers, if you care to know? Just what is that supposed to mean?, he thought, listening to their conversation.

Eventually tired of feeling like chopped liver -- Bad analogy, he thought in retrospect, what with the human body parts strewn here and there -- Scott started observing their surroundings. He was careful not to stray too far from Casey and Miss Amy, of course. The aforementioned parts were here and there, as said before, lining the hall like sick decorations. Places on the once-white walls were now covered in bloodspray, even reaching the ceiling in some places.

Oh, I hope there are no lickers here ..., Scott thought, recalling a monster from the Resident Evil series that had a penchant for crawling on ceilings, and dropping down to attack you from above. The reason they were called lickers was because they had long, whip-like tongues that they used to ensnare their prey.

Doors could be seen here and there, leading into other rooms, some closed, some open, some ripped off their hinges or broken to pieces. The majority of the windows, were, like the classroom windows, shuttered, although some were slightly open, and a faint light shone through them. Whether it was dawn, dusk, or if it was the streetlights' light outside that created this light was impossible to tell without looking through them, but all that could be certain was that it was not daylight.

Looking down into the deepest and darkest part of the hallway, Scott froze. He saw what looked like several human-shaped objects shuffling along in the darkness, ambling along in a not-so-human way. He stepped backward slowly to Casey's side, shook her shoulder lightly to get her attention, and pointed down the hall at the shadowy figures.

"Casey, I think we have some more company."

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Amy nodded to Casey. "Yes, I've been researching through my books for ANYTHING on Zombies with no avail. BUT I think I may have lent one of my books to Mr. Rivers, which might have some information for us... " she sighed. She feared Mr. Rivers was no more; and she had started to like him.

She shuddered as she looked around the hallway. It looked like something out of a horror movie. The rusty scent of blood and decaying limbs almost mad her gag. She was the one who was too scared to watch horror films and now she was stuck in the middle of one. Only this time, if they died, there was no after movie cast party.

Upon Scott's words, her grip on her yard stick tightened and her heart pounded in her ears. "Maybe if we could get to the gym, we'll find better weapons" she thought aloud. She had the habit of doing that. She'd say what she was thinking and not realize it until someone responded or told her she had.

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Casey's eyes followed the direction in which Scott was pointing, and she immediately tensed. No. Focus. She gripped her makeshift weapon, and it made her feel a lot better about being close to those zombies. At least, she was sure they were zombies. They were certainly moving too slowly and jerkishly to be normal humans.

"I don't think a book will be of much help at this point," she whispered in reply to Miss Amy. She stepped back, grabbing Scott's shoulder to pull him back as well. "There's a chance they're not really paying attention to us right now." She looked at the teacher. Was she really so scared? They all were. No doubt about it. But there was a feeling that made them appear stronger than they were. Casey didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"I agree with Miss Amy. The gym sounds like a good idea. Only problem is: We need to get to the stairs." The gym was on the first floor. Well, there were at least four stairwells. One had to be clear, right? "Scott, we need to see if the stairwells on the other side are clear. If not, I'm all for watching them roll down the stairs." She smiled at her little "joke" and swung her broomstick with enthusiasm. Pushing zombies might be fun, as long as they didn't get pulled down with those zombies.

And as for weapons, I think the only things we would find would be footballs, baseballs, - Wait! She was suddenly filled with more enthusiasm for the gym than should have been normal.

"I wonder how zombies'll stand up in a fencing match," she pondered as she started moving in the opposite direction of the zombies they had just spotted. Hope the teacher left the door open. . . .