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We head for the exit, numb, and dumb with shock I don’t think anyone now expects it to be open But we act as if we hadn’t seen the slaughter in the cafeteria, as if we don’t knohat it means

We’re at the door a minute later We stare at the bar If it works, and the door opens, we’re just seconds away from freedom

Nobody reaches for the bar Everyone’s afraid of being the one to fail, to dash the hope that we all long for but don’t dare believe in Finally I sigh and step up to the challenge I push the bar down It clicks I pause a second, then push

Nothing happens

I close ainst the door Then I curse and push again, straining, putting everything into it But I’e

"B," Trev says

I fire one of my vilest curses his way

"B," he says cal on the floor to our left I saw it before but thought it was just a corpse Now I see that there are actually two bodies And one of the down brains

As we stare with disgust, the zoasp at the same time

"Mrs Reed!" I shout

The zombie that was once our principal sways fro at us blankly, chin drenched with blood and flecked with bits of brain I get a fix on the body beneath her and cringe It’s Jonesenzio He won’t be boring anyone with dry history lectures again Poor old sod

Mrs Reed shuffles towards us Nobody moves She doesn’t see stupidly, eyes unfocused, rubbing her stoles softly

"This is unreal," the Indian kid sighs

Mrs Reed’s eyes settle on hier and shakes it slowly Then she spots ain