The Zombie Scare

The Chinese government grew tired of the arrogance of the United States, so they decided to remedy the problem. They infected American POWs with a disease that infected the mind and body causing zombification. The entire globe was infected with the disease except for the students, staff, and a gung ho swat team member named Sarge Dennis of Shady Oaks Middle School located in Ohio. The swat van had been parked in the gymnasium to avoid being broken into by zombies. Each room was monitored by a teacher. Sarge paced up and down the hall of the school while he carrying his massive gun. The school was usually very quiet, but not so today. The principal’s voice boomed over the PA system.

“All teachers and students are advised to smash up their desks to board up all exits and windows.” the principal announced. The principal walked out of his cramped office and into the bathroom. While using the urinal, principal, Nolan heard a low groaning. He quickly zipped up his jeans and opened the stall door. A blue zombie grinned at him. Its lips were curled back over his teeth. The creature hissed; principal Nolan leaped back and hit the wall. Unlike other zombie menaces, these zombies held superior strength to humans. The blue zombie grabbed the arm of principal, Nolan and ripped it from his body. Blood sprayed all over the bathroom walls and the floor. The zombie chewed and ripped at the flesh of the severed arm he held in his hands. The terrified principal ran from the bathroom screaming. The zombie followed the principal out of the bathroom.

“Get down,” Sarge ordered. The principal dropped to the floor. Sarge squeezed the trigger of his massive gun and fired a devastating shot into the zombie’s head. His head exploded then brain bits

and blood splattered all over the walls.

“Did he bite you?” Sarge asked.

“No.” principal Nolan groaned. Next, the men saw a group of twenty children, all ranging in age from eleven to fourteen.

“Go get some gauze from the nurse’s station,” Sarge ordered as he ran his finger through his spiky blond hair. A tall Hispanic boy ran to get the gauze. A couple of minutes later the school nurse returned with gauze and the Hispanic student. The red-haired, large busted, slightly chubby nurse wrapped the gauze around the bloody stump of an arm. “Thank you so much nurse, Caldwell, for fixing me up, and thank you Mr. Danson for killing that horrible creature.”

“You can’t thank me for doing my job and my civic duty,” Sarge said.

“It is not your job. You have no job. There is only death and doing what is right.” The principal said weakly. Suddenly Sarge realized that he did not have to protect the children or the teachers because the end of the world was here and nothing obligated him to help anyone but himself.

“I’ m a hero,” Sarge said softly to himself. That word was important to Sarge. All his life, he had worshiped his father and admired him for being a hero. Sarge’s father had been a police officer for twenty-one years. Sarge wanted to be a hero just like his father. Now he was a hero. An even more urgent need to save the people in that school swept over Sarge.

“How can I save all these people?” Sarge thought to himself. The more important question was “what point was there in saving people who had nothing worth living for?” Sarge wiped that thought from his mind. He was not arrogant enough to entertain the notion that letting a child die

was alright if he was sure the child had no future. After all, he was not some half-brained mother who decided to terminate her own pregnancy.

The students and staff gathered in the overcrowded cafeteria. Sarge was far from hungry. He knew that as the only protection for the only two hundred people excluding himself on earth that was still alive and not a zombie was a huge task. Proudly yet cautiously, Sarge marched up and down the halls of Shady Oaks Middle School. He could distinctively hear the wood snapping and cracking. He turned around and saw a board had been snapped off. One of the boards had been snapped in two. Several zombies frantically scratched and clawed at the small opening left by the missing plank of wood.

Sarge climbed into the classroom and slid his gun through the crack of the window. Then he shot seven zombies between the eyes. Since there was no more wood, Sarge had no choice but to leave the barricade in its weakened state. He went to the gym and sat by his swat van.

“What the hell am I going to do? I can’t keep fighting these things; I can’t win.” Sarge asked himself. A fourteen-year-old girl with hair down the middle of her back walked into the gym. Her name was Amber. She wore an unbuttoned flannel shirt with a black t-shirt underneath and faded jeans. She carried in her right hand a paper cup with warm chicken soup in it.

“The lunch lady thought you might be hungry, so she made some soup for you,” Amber said.

“Great. Thanks.” Sarge answered.

“Do you think we will ever get out of this place alive?” Amber asked.

“I guarantee I am going to protect the people within these walls, but we have to leave sometime.”

Sarge assured the girl.

“I just miss the feel of sunshine on my face and fresh air.” Amber sighed.

“I would take you outside but it is far too dangerous out there,” Sarge said.

“How do you stay so calm during this whole situation?” Amber asked.

“I ain’t calm, kid,” Sarge said as he ate some of his chicken soup. A ghastly series of screams echoed through the halls of Shady Oaks.

“Wait here,” Sarge ordered. Amber nodded in agreement and panicked. When he opened the doors to the gymnasium, hundreds upon hundreds of zombies stared at them with white dead eyes. He quickly shut the door and yelled at Amber.

“Get in the swat van!” Sarge bellowed. Amber obeyed and jumped into the back of the armored swat van. Sarge took the wheel and drove through the massive double doors of the gym. The zombies bounced off the van and slid underneath it. Sarge drove until he drove out of gas. Luckily they stopped in front of a gas station; however, there was no gas.

“At least there is plenty to eat and drink,” Amber said. After a year all the food and drinks ran out.

“After the bullets run out we will have to club the zombies, I guess,” Amber said.

“How will we die, starvation or being dinner for those hideous creatures?” Amber asked.

“We could even resort to suicide or cannibalism,” Sarge said sadly.

“Ewww gross, at least you will die a hero,” Amber said with a smile.

“If no one is around to remember me, how can I be a hero?” Sarge said.

“You are my hero, Sarge,” Amber admitted. The doors to the swat van opened and the zombies grabbed Amber and pulled her to the ground. They quickly devoured Amber, Sarge plowed through the frenzy of ravenous zombies. He swung his rifle repeatedly at the charging zombies until he was overpowered and eventually devoured.