This post isn’t finished yet!!! If you are reading this, then I have not gotten out of class yet. My Spring Break just ended and today is my first day of school so I decided to post what I had and finish it after school. Once I finish it, this notice will disappear and the rest will be posted. Shhh, don’t tell anyone I did this so I could make my PostAWeek deadline. Kthxbye!
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In the days that followed that unbelievable week, all grade levels joined together from a common interest and recounted their misadventures during that 5-day fallout of civil society among the students and faculty at Father Duenas Memorial High School. No one was spared; many did not wish it. These are their stories.
Name: Alexander T. Grey
Level: Sophomore
End Status: Zombie
I know what you’re going to say, but it is that easy. One moment you feel on top of the world with a full supply of ammo the next your bandana is in a new position and your fighting a starvation timer that threatens to kick you out of the game. Of course you’re going to switch allegiances, you want to keep playing the game and that’s not going to happen if you let the humans live. This game is an excellent illustration of survival of the fittest; who wants to live more, those pesky humans or us zombies. Sure I may be biased because I turned on the first day of the game and my time alive was a resounding 3 whole periods but that doesn’t mean I don’t know what I’m talking about, I know what the humans went through; I was a part of the cause.
That damn Quad, man! I knew it would be the end of me, I told my friends, better known among us as Grumpy, Sleepy, Dopey, Happy, Bashful (me), and Sneezy after 6 of the 7 dwarfs but not exactly for the reasons you may think. Yeah, Grumpy was mad all the time because he was just an all-around a**hole. Sleepy, however, was never drowsy and was somewhat of an insomniac, let’s just say he spent a lot of time in bed working on his cardio, often not alone. Dopey, well, I can’t tell you why we call him Dopey ’cause it isn’t exactly legal but I give him respect for his organization, he has something of a Black Market thing going on at school, I just don’t know how he does it flying all day. Happy was an easy one, he’s gay, and of course we give him hell about it, it’s an all guy private school but he’s still our friend. The guys call me Bashful because I have an uncle who owns a junkyard and when we all hang out there sometimes after school I tend to get overzealous with the crushing equipment; to that I say, “Hey, it relaxes me!” Sneezy, well, he’s just allergic to a boatload of crap. Anyway, I warned them we would get boned in that deathtrap of a hallway if we went that way but no, Sneezy absolutely needed his medication that he left in his locker, idiot. Thanks to him my life as a Human ended right there. It happened like this: We walked out of 3rd period and headed toward the Cafeteria where Sneezy’s locker was and just before we entered that hallway of death, a friggin’ banshee scream echoed from down the hallway. Dopey and I were in the middle of trying to convince Grumpy to give us the math homework he finished that was due in about fifteen minutes (why do the jerks have to be good at math) when we heard it and the realization hit that we were directly in front of the hallway making us their first kill. Happy, Sneezy, and Sleepy were trailing not to far behind us and already had their guns raised. Of course I was the last to realize this because I was walking backwards in front of Grumpy but the genuine fear that fell across Dopey’s face was a dead giveaway. For me, however, it was too late. What I thought was especially interesting with the zombie horde that attacked me was that I was expecting to be tackled to the ground and pummeled into a mess of soon to be resurrected zombie breakfast, but instead all I felt were about five or six hands give me a quick slap on the back and then run off all around me having a field day with the unsuspecting souls just getting out of class. Of course the tag didn’t hurt at all but I had to play it up and just dropped to the floor in fake agony and terror, also it helped to get out of the line of fire from Grumpy who had gone berserk and stunned most of the Z’s that tagged me and was yelling at Dopey, who was still in an apparent daze (he doesn’t work well under pressure). So I laid there in amazement as Grumpy appeared to be letting out all his pent-up anger in a minute or two of fake gun violence all across the small courtyard in the middle of the Quad. Honestly, if Rambo became a kid friendly movie it would probably look like Grumpy with two Nerf pistols wailing on zombies like his life actually depended on it. It was beautiful, but alas, all good things must come to an end. Out of my entire group only Happy and Grumpy were left standing.
Once everyone had come down from their adrenaline high, I looked around me to see my comrades in on the mock death by falling to the ground once they were “bitten” by a Z. Grumpy was thoroughly pleased with his work on the battlefield and mockingly blew on non-existent steam coming from the barrels of his Nerf guns, while Happy was putting on quite the show with some loud lamentations over Sneezy’s death that got some laughs even from the stunned zombies around us. Remembering the clerical aspect of the game, I got up and approached the zombie that I think tagged me first and handed over my ID number. He accepted it graciously and motioned toward my bandana that was still in the Human position. I quickly rejoined my group with everyone dusted off, Happy and Grumpy were comfortable still being around the rest of us because there was a short waiting period before we can start tagging, so we headed off for Sneezy’s medication. Before walking into the cafeteria, I noticed that Happy and Grumpy had not put away their guns, and they both seemed extremely paranoid of everything that moved around us, as opposed to the rest of the group that seemed to be free and careless because there no longer was a looming fear of being tagged. It would have been great to have a little more time with the rush of being a human, marked for death, but having this new sense of purpose, of power, encouraged me to hunt down Humans with extra enthusiasm. No longer would I be a helpless Human waiting to be hunted down, but a mighty Zombie!
The six of us sat around a table to take a break from the excitement. The conversation started up with the play-by-play of what had just happened and of how Dopey froze like a little girl. Grumpy brought up the newly discovered romance between Happy and Sneezy. Just then, we started mocking the only two still alive in our group. “Come on, being a Zombie is much better than being a Human, what do you say we go outside and I’ll just tag you and get it over with,” said Dopey. “Yeah, you’re not going to last very long without us anyway. Might as well join us,” I said. “Dude whatever, Grumpy and I are going to win this $#!+,” Happy yelled out. The conversation turned into a frenzy of yelling over who is the better marksman, who has the best suvival skills, and who is the fastest runner, to the point where someone from the faculty had to come over to our table and tell us to settle down. We all went silent for a moment to let the faculty member leave.
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