I hear screams from the field and as I look out to the balcony, hundreds of students run across the rectangular grass. Some of them are screaming, tumbling, and even attacking other students. They're so far away from our building that I can't exactly see what is happening, but the color red on their white uniforms catches my attention. Where's the blood coming from? Why do some of those students have blood on their mouths? On their faces? Hands? Thighs? What is happening out there?
I notice some of my classmates are watching them, too. They are as baffled as me. Bucky walks away, heading for his friends in other different classrooms. Nathalie calls for someone named Gwen. Probably one of their friends. I look to my left side where I find the same guy in the gray hoodie suspiciously hiding something in his jacket. He walks swiftly, heading to the classroom. Then I hear a frightened chant at the edge of the building, which catches my eyes as I see a guy who looks like he's just got his fingers cut off, and his eyes are turning all white. His veins appear on his face, neck, and arms; he himself looks down to see them showing up. He has blood on his elbow, staining his white jacket and his uniform. He looks just like the other students from the ground.
He asks for help, and a guy nearby approaches him, asking if he's okay. The bloody guy tries to speak but his voice is so trembly I can't fathom what he's saying. Then, his body starts to crack soundly, deforming all his joints, and cocking his head many times, his skin melts off, showing his pink flesh, and then he falls to the ground. Everybody is watching him, too stunned to move by what they just saw. The guy is dead. His body isn't moving anymore.
Or, so I thought.
He lifts his body like a feather, only using his legs to help himself. More cracking in his neck as he bows down. And then a loud roar coming from his throat startled us all. He attacks the guy who tried to help and bites his neck. The guy screams in agony, blood spurting out of his now-wounded neck.
Many of us are stunned, standing still, jaws dropping, tears dripping. And many others start running in every direction. Some start screaming and panicking, as the bitten guy also turns out to be like the one that attacked him. And then more of the bloody students arrive coming from the stairs, growling, and roaring, and then attacking more students. I see Lenore falling to the ground, panting. Her eyes are filled with terror and shock. I help her up and pull her into the classroom. Nathalie comes inside our classroom with another redheaded girl - but hers is longer than Nathalie's - who I think is Gwen.
More non-bloody seniors come into the room, making the ones who are about to close the doors grow impatient. I look outside the window and see more students on the ground and then rise back on their feet. Like the first guy before, they roar and run toward, attacking the people left outside. The doors are finally closed before they can run inside, slamming their faces on the door frames and through the transparent glass window panes.
Their bloody faces stain the windows. One can't contain their fear as they scream so loud, they almost break my eardrums to pieces. Some of the bloody students have their arms cut, eyeballs are gone, and flesh hanging out of their bodies.
I notice they turn to the right all at once, then run towards the direction. As the windows clear out, I trace their path with my eyes, seeing Bucky trying to fight them off.
Nathalie also comes to look at the window, calling, "Bucky!"
Bucky makes a way for himself, moving so fast dodging every zombie that comes in his way. He ducks, slides, kicks, throws, heading to the classroom we are in. As he gets to the door, he profusely knocks on the wooden frame, and the guys who closed the door open it for him. He almost gets caught by one of the bloodies as it throws itself to the ground. He leans on his knees as he catches his breath. His white uniform is stained with blood. I can't help but want to gag at the image but I manage to keep my cool.
The bloodies follow him, going back to the windows of the room.
Nathalie kneels as she assures him. "You okay?'
"Yeah." He catches his breath.
Then a scream coming from Kirby alerts us all. He's being dragged by the hands of the bloody students, having difficulty freeing himself. The transparent glass windows are so clear that we can't tell if it's open or not. Apparently, some bloodies' arms make it through the wide space, grabbing my friend. I approach him quickly, and grab a cutter from my secret pocket, stabbing every arm that hold Kirby hostage. I keep stabbing the main arm that got all of Kirby, until I manage to cut it off. Kirby falls to his knees, the cut arm still on his back. He screams and throws the arm away.
I stab more arms through the window, and when they retrieve their wounded body part, I then slide the glass pane close.
The screams of the bloodies muffle behind the borders. We all pant at once.
"Is everyone okay?" Bucky announces.
Some nod at him, still catching their breaths.
"What's going on right now?" Mark asks anyone, drawing his eyes to any person present inside the room.
"I don't know. But I'm sure this is nuts." Bucky answers.
Kirby stands up on his feet, browsing his own body to see if the grabbing wounded him.
Claude looks at him. "You okay?"
Kirby nods, terror fills his eyes. He's almost tearing up until he breaks down. Claude and George comfort him by hugging and patting his back.