Page 18 (1/1)

I want it to be a joke, so with the rest of us I’d be so happy if they inding us up, I wouldn’t care that I’d been h, admit I fell for it, hail them as champion pranksters

But the blood’s real The terror The screams

And the zo A boy I don’t recognize His sweater and shirt are ripped His stomach has been carved open Guts ooze from holes as he lurches forward His eyes are unfocused, his lips caked with blood He rabs the girl who screamed Pulls her hair back Sinks his teeth into her throat Rips out a strip of flesh and gurgles happily as blood sprays his face

I’ve seen blood fly in fights,I’ve ever seen before has prepared me for this

The spell breaks and pande at once People run in circles, crash into one another, fall, thrash around on the ground, lash out with their feet and fists

More zoirls, a couple of teachers They zone in on the living, hunting like wolves They have a sweet time of it In all the mayhem, lots of kids try to rush by them Easy prey The zombies just reach out and snatch

I haven’tthe undead as they feast on their victims Some of the kids writhe and curse as they’re bitten,for ers and teeth, bite, claw, rip, chew

"Stop that!" Stuttering Stan roars He strides forward, blowing his whistle, trying to wave back the zombies The fool thinks that he can control this, the same way he can control violence on the pitch

A zo Stan in the chest As the teacher falls back, winded, the boy sticks his fingers into the adult’s left eye and pokes it out As Stuttering Stan screaobbles the eye Then he falls on his victi through to Stuttering Stan’s brain

"Coet out of here!"

"What?" I blink

"They’re gonna kill us, B!"

I look at the zombies and shake my head "Not all of us There’s a pattern"

"What the hell are you talking about?" he barks

I point The zoy theet, break their skull and dig into their brain Once they start to feast, they sit there, gorging, ignorant of everything going on around theain

Before I canYou can stay and let thelance at hi towards the rear left corner of the gyency exit there

I stare at the carnage, the kids going wild, the zo in I was in a daze before this, detached and calm But now that I focus, I realize I’m dead if I don’t move quickly

"Sod this!" I moan, then tear after the others as fast as I can