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Fantasy The Dying Fire (RP)

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    Today was a mildly cold autumn day, a normal school day where kids head to school and parents go to work. School gets out at 3:15 PM, and that time is growing nearer and nearer with every tick of the clock. Students are in the last period of the day, teachers are starting to wrap up their lessons and giving out horrid homework, and students are starting to finish their notes and pack up their bags.

    Otto was in Ms.Woods' Precalculus class, a horrid class really because math sucks and is really confusing but the teacher was nice! She would give out sweet treats to the students who were good, and Otto always looked forward to it. He would always get the soft treats that he was able to chew and swallow without difficulty. Ms.Woods was also pretty understanding of Otto and his inability to speak.

    Ms.Woods was wrapping up a boring lesson, and Otto could not wait to get home. He couldn't wait to see Ripley. She would most likely be waiting at the door for him. So anyways, Otto had his bookbag in his lap, zipper undone and he was putting his things away as he was awaiting the afternoon announcements and then the dismissal bell.

    However, the normalcy of today, and the routine, would shatter.

    A loud, frantic banging came upon the door. Ms.Woods stopped speaking and turned her attention to the door. The teacher walked over and opened the door. The class was met with a gruesome and bizarre sight. "M-Miss…" It was a girl no older than fifteen at least, and she looked like she had been mauled by something on her neck and shoulder, you could even see exposed muscles, and blood was pouring out. A large chunk of flesh was missing from her. "H-Help me…" She staggered in.

    Ms.Woods was taken aback by the sight. "What happened!?" She demanded the injured student. But, the girl dropped to the floor… dead in a growing pool of her own blood. Then, a guttural growl was heard from outside the door. A boy who was around fourteen, stumbled into the doorway, breathing wheezed and slow, eyes milked over, and mouth foaming. He cocked his head to look at Ms.Woods. He screeched, lunging himself at the poor teacher, biting into her ear and tearing it off. As Otto’s teacher went down, his ears were filled with the sounds of Ms.Woods, his favorite teacher, screaming in pain. The students got up from their seats just as the creature feasted on her cheek.

    Otto eyed the doorway… he couldn’t stay in here with that thing. He inched himself to the door

    The hallways were like a bloodbath. More of those things were going after any student within their range. Blood stained the lockers, the windows, the doors, and the floor. The smell was putrid to his nostrils as his widened eyes took in the sight before him.

    For Otto, it seemed hopeless when...

    “The science lab! Get to the science lab!”

    The science lab? Otto thought to himself. Why the science lab? Otto wasn’t going to question it. It was the only place he could go. If… he made it. Otto’s leg muscles worked and pumped as he started to run his way to the science lab. Right, he probably should not be running while wearing a chest binder but this is life and death!

    Wait! His bookbag! No, he can’t go back for it now. Maybe when they get out of this school he could go back for it. His phone was in his jeans pocket, safely tucked in and he could try texting his mom. What’s it like in the outside world? Normal? The same as in here? Otto shook his head as he needed to focus on getting to safety.

    Everywhere around him was carnage. The… undead were eating people. Fiction has come to life. Yeah, Otto thought that zombies were just fiction. He was gasping for deep breaths as he ran, not a good idea when his chest is being compressed. His legs were screaming at him to stop, to rest. But he couldn’t because stopping meant death. Otto did not want to die.

    His foot hit something in front of him. A half-eaten corpse of a poor girl. He stumbled over it and unfortunately for him, there was a pool of blood next to the girl.

    Otto’s foot slipped against the wet flooring, and he went down with a tumble into a growing pool of fresh blood. His mouth opened, uttering out a small noise similar to that of a small grunt as blood splashed onto his clothes and onto… his face. OH GOD IT’S ON HIS FACE. Blood stained his glasses, flowed down his cheeks, he had a cut on his temple from going down, blood encroached the right side of his face, and the smell… Oh the smell, it was coppery and foul. He heard a growl coming from right beside him, his eyebrows furrowing but he didn't get a chance to react.

    Fingers grabbed ahold of his leg, making Otto whip his head around. Oh god. A zombie has a hold of his leg and he can’t get free. His entrapped leg wriggled around, desperately trying to avoid the zombie’s jaws, jerking it away when rotten teeth got too close. The creature was latched onto him like a leech, refusing to let go no matter how much Otto shook his leg up and down and from side to side. It was no use. The floor was slippery with blood, staining Otto’s hands and sleeves as he tried to pull himself forward, only to fall back down with a thud. It was like a fish out of water. Struggling.

    A sharp inhale from Otto, who was now feeling woozy from the cut to his temple and he was starting to cry. Tears making their way down his cheeks as he could hear the zombie. Apparently zombies like… oh what’s the word? Hard to get prey. Yeah, that’s it. Otto was resisting the urge to lay there and die, he was struggling, trying to pull himself away against the wet floor, blood splashing up and onto Otto from the swift movements.

    All the while, his ears rang with the screams of agony, the slurping sounds, the crunching sounds, and more. It hurt his ears, he tried to tune the noises out, but it's really hard to do that when you have a zombie latched onto you.

    Otto's head dropped as his leg kicking became more lazy. Was everyone just going to let him die like this? Blood and Tears rolled down his cheeks and onto the floor as he anticipated the painful feeling of teeth digging into his leg.

    Haha, this was it for Otto. He’s going to die here on the hallway floor. Sure he was still kicking his entrapped leg but he wondered just how much longer he could keep this up for.





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  • Haewon wasn't a fan of any of her chosen subjects, though precalculus had to be the worst. Whose idea was it to mix letters with math, anyway? It was complicated enough when it was only numbers. She chewed on her pen, her page of notes completely blank. What was the use in writing this stuff down, she had no hope of understanding it. She usually used this period to relax, clipping the lid of her pen onto her bottom lip as she fidgeted to try and pass the time.

    She found her eyes wandering to the rest of the students in her class. Some were sleeping, she didn't blame them, she would be too, however something was on her mind. She leaned back in her seat, disassembling her pen.

    Her eyes wandered over to Beau as she sat a few rows behind him, scowling at the back of his head. He hadn't done anything to her, there was just something about him that rubbed her the wrong way. Everyone was so quick to help him, everyone wanted to be on his good side, and that simply put Haewon off. No one was that popular for being a good person, right? That probably wasn't a healthy thought process, but it was how Haewon felt.

    She almost jumped out of her skin as something slammed into the door, shooting up in her seat. Someone stood at the door, caked in blood.
    "The fuck..." She muttered. That was one hell of a Carrie cosplay, but why dress up for precalc? Before she could take it in, a second student entered, lunging for their teacher and tearing chunk after chunk of flesh from her body with his teeth. She swallowed, sitting bolt upright. This wasn't right. Was this some elaborate drill, like those shooter scenarios they made them do? There was no teacher left to tell them where to go but that was probably a good thing. In any emergency situation, her first initiative was to find Minyoung, a teacher would simply stand in her way. She grabbed her backpack from beneath her desk, watching as Kieran ran out ahead of her. She followed, though turned in the opposite direction.

    As she took a step outside, she heard a shout: “The science lab! Get to the science lab!”
    What was so special about the science lab? She wasn't sure, but it sounded like a good plan B if she couldn't make it off of school grounds. She sped down the corridor, her trainers splashing through puddles of blood.


    Minnie found herself in art class, her favourite class of the day. Though she adored the subject, the teachers weren't exactly the kindest to her; They favoured classical art styles over hers. The style she mimicked was very popular in South Korea, many artists aimed for a style like this, yet her teacher told her over and over: "If you keep drawing like that, you'll ruin your art style." Haewon, however, thought differently. Adults were stupid, anyway, they didn't know anything. She encouraged her sister to draw what she liked and that was all the persuasion she needed. She continued to draw the large-eyed, slim-faced ladies no matter what her teacher said, filling her sketchbook with them.

    Her focus wasn't on her artwork, however, her hand sketching away on it's own as her mind wandered. The rest of the class had split into their respective cliques, yet Minyoung remained alone. She hadn't made many friends since joining the school, many of the students were too impatient to deal with her issues with the English language or had already decided they disliked her for whatever reason. They thought she tried too hard to make friends, that she was pathetic and annoying. She tried to focus on her work, though felt her grip tightening on her pencil.

    She was shocked out of her daze as a scream echoed from down the corridor. She was used to the odd scream in the halls, as strange as that sounded, but this felt different. It wasn't jovial, this wasn't a girl being playfully shoved by a friend, something was wrong. She felt her chest tighten as the corridor grew louder as if the chaos was approaching. A taller boy stood, peering out of the open doorway to investigate. His face went pale as the colour drained from his cheeks.

    Their art teacher launched himself onto the boy, digging his fingers into his flesh and gouging at his eyes. He gourged himself on him, stuffing his face with fistfulls of bloody tissue and muscle. The room erupted into chaos... their teacher had complained of fever, but nothing that could foreshadow what he would go on to do. The rest of Minnie's classmates fled in whatever way they could. Those who went into the corridor were met with more of those creatures, whereas those who used the fire exit were the lucky ones. Minnie, however, was paralysed.

    In a fight-or-flight situation, Minnie was always a freeze. From standing up to bullies to giving presentations, Minnie's body would seize up, it felt like something heavy laid on her chest, crushing her ribcage and stopping her breathing. She had no choice but to sit at her desk, her limbs trembling as her eyes were locked on her teacher. He had finished his first meal and craved another, his milky gaze set on her.

    Panic set in, she was locked inside her own body, her limbs fighting against her. She so desperately wanted to move as he scuttled across the classroom floor, his limbs oddly contorted as his inhuman form crawled beneath her desk. She felt his teeth sink into her calf and she was finally freed from her prison, crying out in pain. She tried to shake him off but with each movement, his teeth sunk in deeper until she could no longer bare it, unable to take her eyes away from his milky ones.

    Haewon took hold of Minnie's shoulder, kicking the teacher in the head. Secretly, she'd always craved some form of revenge against her teachers, though this wasn't what she meant. She pulled Minnie from her chair, taking her firmly by the wrist, though Minnie's injured leg almost buckled beneath her, her cheeks red and stained with tears. Haewon didn't have time to think, there was an undead art teacher on their case, pulling her sister into the corridor as she limped behind her.

    She ducked into a girls' bathroom, locking the two of them inside a stall. The two finally met eyes, sharing a painful mutual understanding. In most zombie movies, a bite means certain death. You'll either become one of them or someone will put you down before you have the chance... but this was no zombie movie.
    "Let me look," Haewon demanded, letting her sister sit on top of the toilet tank and lift her leg. The bite was deep, the teacher had tried his best to rip that chunk of muscle free. Minyoung was shaking and pale, her hands clammy.
    "I... become one of them, right?" She asked, her voice unstable as her throat was crushed by the weight of her tears.
    "No-- This isn't a zombie movie, Minnie," Haewon muttered, though had had that thought herself. All she could do was basic first aid and hope for the best.

    She crouched down against the closed door, rooting through her backpack. Luckily. she had had gym just the period before, her kit still in her bag. She retrieved her gym shirt, soaking it in water and using it to clean her wound, all the while Minnie tried her best not to pass out. Haewon dried the wound before wrapping it in a spare pair of football socks, tying it tight. It wasn't fantastic but it was all she could do.

    "Put these on," She told her sister, holding up a pair of jogging bottoms. Minnie's leg was exposed, making the mistake of wearing a skirt that day, and Haewon wasn't going to take the risk of someone seeing her bite and putting her down. Minnie hesitantly obliged, changing from her skirt to the trousers, awkwardly rolling the legs up so she wouldn't trip. They were huge on her; Haewon was much taller, after all, but they did the job.
    "Alright, c'mon," Haewon muttered, taking Minnie by the wrist.
    "W-Where are we going?"
    "The lab," Haewon explained as she opened the bathroom door and hauled ass, her sister struggling to keep up behind her.







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  • MOOD: The fuck.

    OUTFIT: Keep it casual

    LOCATION: Hallway outside the science lab
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    TL;DR Okay, so zombies are real now.
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    Matt

    Now funnily enough, Matt was rather bored of everything as he reclined in his seat during his math class. Boring as fuck, only one answer. No room for argument. No room for grays. How boring. How dull. He hated STEM classes because of how unambiguous it made everything. Where was the spice? THe ol’ razzle dazzle. Fuck math and fuck science.

    At least in History he could argue that George Washington had a gay lover or something.

    There was just.. Math. Equations. Fuck that. So absolutely boring. He needed a cigarette after this class because god was it a bore.

    And then screaming. Huh. Usually there wasn’t screaming when he was trying to play a civilian. Last time he’d heard screams…. Well, screams of violence was… he couldn’t quite remember. It was all just a big blur. But… Well, that wasn’t usual right?

    Screaming. Everyone was running to see what was going on - a school shooting? Matt knew that those happened a lot in America (he was in America, right? He forgot sometimes).

    A bloody handprint and- fucking hell what the fuck was that. The horrid smell of rotten flesh assaulted his senses as he was no longer in the hallway of the new (boring) average American school. He was in a dark room, blindfolded, with his arms tied behind his back as someone shouted at him in Italian and the smell of rotting flesh was so fucking strong he wanted to throw up again-

    He blinked rapidly and the school was suddenly back, he wasn’t stuck in some city he didn’t know the name of. Definitely not a crazy guy with a gun. But he supposed that it was the same idea, wasn’t it. He pushed through the throng of students, some frozen solid in fear, some hyperventilating. It was him or them, after all. He’d be a hero if he saved them, but he had to save himself first. There was no point in dying here, he’d survived kidnapping attempts and active shootings and angry mothers. He sure as hell wasn’t going to die from whatever that was. (A part of him wanted to say a zombie, but those… those didn’t exist. Right?)

    Matt continued running as the rotting corpses ripped at people next to him, blood spraying onto his neck and face - from the person next to him’s throat being ripped out, that is. He suddenly saw something out of the corner of his eye and jumped off to the side, watching as a zombie nearly missed tackling him and ripped into the person in front of him. The people that were just stuck were going to be the ones to die. He had to keep moving

    There was a person running that stumbled and nearly fell. He grabbed onto them and hauled them forcibly back onto their feet, giving them a couple of steps to get used to the rhythm of walking with him before he gave them another fast shove to keep running.

    Someone shouted to get to the science labs? Why in god’s name were they going to be holing themselves up? They needed to get out of the death trap that was this fucking school-

    But it was better than nothing, and Matt sure as hell wasn’t making a run for the exit and dodging the rotting corpses that seemed to be funneling them in and entrapping them within the school.

    Like shooting fish in a barrel.

    There was a person running that stumbled and nearly fell. He grabbed onto them and hauled them forcibly back onto their feet, giving them a couple of steps to get used to the rhythm of walking with him before he gave them another fast shove to keep running.

    A pause as Matt looked around at the carnage around him, the person was going to get to safety. The corpses that were wildly swinging at kids, tackling them to the ground and ripping into their faces as they screamed for help and the kids running for their lives and screaming. He looked for stragglers.

    Maybe he was a little bit less selfish, a little less self-preservering than what he wanted to believe.

    There were a pair of siblings struggling to move along and Matt ran back to them. He went alongside them, matching their pace and wrapped the injured one’s arm around his neck. “Go! I’ve got her!” He shouted over the screams and the sobbing, slowing down even more to readjust his grip on Minnie as her sister ran off.

    Matt appeared just about as normal as he usually was - his sharp yet tired gaze. Like this wasn’t too much of a big deal to him, a boon in times of crisis that he wasn’t any different than usual.

    He gave Minnie a sharp rakish grin like they weren’t running for their lives , some attempt at comforting her as they continued to limp on. They were going too slow. He could practically hear the wheezes as the rest of the surviving student body got further and further from the two.

    “You’ll have to excuse my poor manners here.” Matt said softly before very swiftly and suddenly picking Minnie up and running: now not just for his life but the one he quite literally had in his hand.

    He let Minnie down when they finally got to the lab door so that he could open it for her, shoving her inside as quickly as he could..

    That pause was his mistake. A zombie tackled him, pinning him against the wall as it latched what remained of a hand on Matt’s arm, pulling itself in closer as Matt held the gaping jaws of the former human away from his face with his other arm.

    The smell was rancid as the zombie (what else was he going to use to describe it?) suddenly gave up on trying to go for Matt’s head and instead suddenly pain bloomed from his arm, as the zombie sank its teeth into the arm that it’d latched onto.
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Bean and her Home Ec. teacher did, admittedly, not get along. Mrs. Amber, a woman who was in her mid thirties, was like some brainwashed housewife who thought that this class was more an opportunity to brainwash more little girls in the "Ways of the Housewife" than an actual paying job. Bean was sure Mrs. Amber refused to be payed to. That's how Bean felt anyway.

"Bean, dearie. The knife is not a dagger, it's a tool for cooking." Mrs. Amber said with a tight smile. Obviously she was fed up with Bean stabbing the chicken in front of her like it had just stolen her favorite stuffed animal and wasn't a piece of uncooked meat. Bean scowled back and signed back a few rude words. Thankfully her interpreter had already left for the day. She kept her hold the same on the knife though when a scream erupted from the girl at the table next to her. Emily was nearly as silent as Bean was. Except for the part where she could talk.

Looking in surprise at Emily and then to where she was shakily pointing left Bean staring at a blood seeping in from under the door. Well fuck. Don't open the door! Bean sometimes hated not being able to talk. But at least she wasn't the idiot who had. Mrs. Amber was dead now. Ah well. And that hideous, covered-in-blood student was eating her? Oh. Zombies. Hadn't the CDC said something about that? It didn't matter now, at least Bean had a knife. But the screaming, goodness could they all just shut up? It didn't matter. There wasn't anyone Bean particularly liked in this class so she just took her knife and picked her way around the ravenous zombies and dying children. Oh. Poor Emily.

The hallway was much worse. Very bloody. Bean wasn't quite sure what to do but there was no staying in the Home Ec. room. Bean gripped the knife she had so it was easier to slash the decaying, rotting, students and teachers that would come her way. She looked down to her favorite sneakers and lamented the blood that would soon cover them. Here goes nothing. She stepped in to the hallway just as someone shouted above the din. "Get to the science lab!" Ah, yes. The science lab would do nicely. It was time to put some pep in her step. Bean dodged swipes and flailing bodies as she made her way down the halls to the science room.

Darting down one hallway filled with screams and cries, Bean made her way down the hallway with the science lab. She was within sight of the lab before she saw it. Goddammit. How was Matt of all people here? Couldn't he have just been bitten on the other side of the school. Now Bean was faced with a moral dilemma. Does she save him or let him be torn to pieces by a zombie? Ah, what the hell. With a strangled war cry that Bean didn't actually know she was capable of, she leaped from the floor and yeeted herself at the back of the zombie.

It was gory and actually kind of disgusting, but stabbing the knife into their shoulder for purchase and sinking her teeth into it's neck was where Bean's hindbrain had gone and that's what she did. She bit down as hard as she could and pulled, ripping out a hefty chunk of whatever is in the neck. The zombie flailed and howled an unearthly sound, but Bean held on. That is until her knife dislodged in the struggle and she fell to the floor. Bean didn't take the time to flit about though as she grabbed Matt's arm and pulled him violently to her side.

She shoved her way through the door to the lab, wrenching in Matt behind her and slamming the door closed again after he was through, narrowly avoiding smashing his hand in between the door and the frame. She had a second to wonder what she looked like. Her mouth and chin covered in someone else's blood and heaving with a knife in her hand. Any other circumstance would probably warrant screams and the police, but this wasn't any other circumstance. She just hoped no one thought her a zombie.
 

  • Artemis de Vos
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    Go to school they said. It would be fun they said. Well as she sat in the principals office, wiping a drop of blood off her lip she thought quite the opposite. Eyes trailing up to the women in front of her, a disappointed look clearly dominating her features.

    “This is the third time time this week Artemis! Im not even surprised at this point that you have found yourself seated here in my office once again.” A shuffle of papers and a drawn out sigh. "Why are you still doing this? Do you WANT me to expel you?" Artemis shifted her gaze down to her lap, gritting her teeth to stop herself from biting out a remark. That wouldnt help her right now. She hated when people were disappointed in her, it made her insides curl and churn. She tried to shake this new feeling off as it creeped across her skin, shifting her position in the seat.

    She didnt think she was in the wrong here. Artemis couldnt help herself if her fist just slipped and hit the girl in the face. Like oopsie! That bitch was rude and had practically been begging for her to fight. So naturally she followed through- not one to deny an adrenaline rush and won. Of course she won though. She decided to play her next words carefully, “Im quite sorry that I have found myself in such a ludicrous situation, Mrs. Hawthorn.” Thumb rubbing over the top of her other hand that was folded in her lap, digging her nails into the soft webbing of her fingers. Crescent marks slowly appearing.

    Though she was not sorry. The girl wished for it so she supplied it. She first made a comment about Lyric, which was her first mistake. No one talked bad about Lyric and got away with it. A blow to the cheek as the female stumbled back, a welt already forming. Then another one was in her hair, dragging her across the lawn as the girl clawed at her arm, trying to get out of her grasp. She made a comment about Artemis home. “Arent you supposed to be happy and pleasant? Like all Dutch people? You are just a spit ball of rage and mess!” Words that hit too close to home for her liking.

    So she did what she always did. Strike harder and make them regret their words. Make them choke on what they said and know to never mess with you. She striked harder and harder, blood pooling from shallow wounds that cut across the girls face and arms. She feebly tried to hit Artemis back, getting her in the face a couple times, causing blood to trickle from her lip. In all honesty this girl was not made for fighting, it was foolish for her to pick a fight with Artemis.

    Hands then wrapped around the poor girls neck as she screeched, choking on air raising her hands to slap Artemis. She took the hit but she didnt let go, just tightened her grip around the poor girls neck. Her face was starting to turn a light blue and Artemis' lips curled into a smile. “Youll regret that princess.” She snarled as the girl wiggled around more under her, a couple more weak attempts to get her to move.

    Then she was yanked off of her rather harshly by the hips. She swung at the person trying to detain her, hitting them in the jaw with her elbow. The person grunted but held steadfast. “To the office NOW.” A familiar voice. Greatttt. She was in trouble yet again. How shall she plead this time?

    A “Are you listening to me Miss de Vos?” Snapped Artemis' attention back to the lady. She nodded and wiped at her lip again. Was that something about detention? She wasnt paying attention. She will make the bitch pay again. She doesnt regret anything. Would do it over and over if she could, nothing would change. But the principal didnt need to know this. “My actions shall change and will be watched from now on. Again im quite sorry and shall apologize to her tomorrow.” That would never be on the schedule. Not for her anyway.

    She doesnt apologize. Ever. “You are dismissed now.” Artemis gave a grateful smile and stood up, brushing off her pants before walking across the room, heels echoing on the floor. She turned at the door and reached for the handle, pausing, “Thank you again for your kindness, Mrs. Hawthorn.” After exiting the door and making sure it was shut, she rolled her eyes. No way in hell would her actions change.

    If someone deserved to get the shit beat out of them she would beat the shit out of them. Hey its fair if they deserve it. And fair game. Sorry if you cant defend yourself. Not her problem. She walked down the hall, giving the occasional death glare to people that scared for a second too long, sending them scurrying away.

    "ARTEMIS!" A familiar voice yelling from down the hall and she flinched. Her twin must have heard. She put on a smile and approached him.

    "Yesss dear brother? Its not good to yell in the hallways."

    "What the FUCK were you thinking about getting into another fight? Its not much longer till the school eventually tells mom. And whats she going to do when she finds out HUH?? She is going to send you away to one of those white box hospitals for your god DAMN violent tendencies!" His eyes blazed as he paced around, gesturing wildly and Artemis shrunk in on herself. "You cant keep this up Artemis." He turned to face her, face softening as he ruffled her hair. "Its not good for you. Now get to class."

    She nodded before slipping away and into her fourth period, U.S Government with Ms. Renk. She hated this class. Who the fuck needed a class about the government?? Americans were so weird. She said burn it all down and watch the nation burn. "Artemis youre late." The teacher said and looked dead at her. "Wheres your note?"

    "So what if im late? This class isnt important anyway. And I dont have one now can you get back to the damn lesson. My entrance shouldnt be distracting." She whipped out her notebook and pencil, ready to take the notes. The teacher just shook her head before going on with the lesson. Great. Voting rights. How fun!

    A loud bang came from outside, followed by a high pitch scream. Artemis blinked and turned her head slowly towards the door. Why would someone fight in the hallways? Bring it outside! You are disturbing CLASS TIME! HOW DISRESPECTFUL! Another scream followed by another, students glanced at each other nervously. What was going on? "Thats one bloody fight. I want in." She muttered.

    A hand slammed against the glass of the window, dragging down and Artemis' blood ran cold. It was bloodied. This was followed by the jingling of the doorknob then a knock. The teacher lumbered over and opened the door, greeted by a student with charred skin and darkened irises and the stench of decay. Was there a fire? Was this person warning them of it? What happened to the fire alarms?

    The student reached out and grabbed ahold of the teachers arm, she let out a scream as the area started to blister and bubble. Pus filling to the top of it as the edges started to turn a light black and another zombie came through the door and latched onto her cheek, tearing it off, exposing the bone and muscle underneath. Blood ran down her face as she let out a blood curdling scream.

    "Holy fuck."

    Students followed, screaming and running around the room like chickens with their head cut off, trying to get out the door. Artemis stayed at her seat, hand slowly inching towards her bag, a knife hidden within the folds of the inside. She grasped it inbetween her fingers and kept her eyes on the zombies. The second one turned to chewing on her neck, pulling out tendons. Blood seeping all over the floor as the screams died down.

    The other one worked to biting and chewing on her leg, a black char left in its wake, twisting the flesh into a horrid of muscle and tendon. She did her best not to gag at the smell of flesh strung her nostrils. She would never forget this smell. The zombie with cloudy eyes launched at another student, blood pouring from its mouth and latching onto the the kids arm, ripping through it till it hung on by a thread of flesh.

    Artemis swung herself out of her seat as the one smelling of death lifted its head, head turning to face her before scrambling over to her. She quickly jumped ontop of the desk, branching the knife swinging to land damage. It reached its hand up to grab her leg, dragging it as she tried to kick it away. An anguished cry escaped her lips as the heat ran over her leg before it bit into her calf. She tripped off the desk, and onto the floor where the zombie came closer to her. She swung the blade and stabbed it causing it to collapse to the floor and let out a scream. She ripped it out and got up to escape.

    She let out a cry as she put pressure onto the burnt leg. "God DAMN IT!" She yelled as she limped out of the room as fast as she could. The other zombie was too busy to want her, content with its meal for now. She grit her teeth as she entered the hallway, which was a nightmare on its own. Blood bathed the lockers, walls, and floor. How many of these things were there? How many would she have to kill? How many were fellow students? Different body parts strung everywhere and blood mixed together, unidentifiable whos was whos with the amount of students strung across the hall. Blood splattered across her face and clothes, she didnt bother to wipe it off.

    “The science lab! Get to the science lab!”

    Artemis heeded the voice, navigating her way through the halls as fast as she could. Not stopping to pay attention to those who screamed and begged for help. She came first. Maybe besides her brother. And Lyric. WHERE WAS HER BROTHER? Panic shot through her veins as her eyes wildly swept the hallway, looking for her twin. "IVAYLO!" She cried out, trying to find him. What would happen if she saw him get mauled? What would she do without him? HOW COULD SHE LIVE? "IVAYLO WHERE ARE YOU?"

    She almost slipped in the blood as she hurried, trying to distinguish someones cries from her brothers. She spotted him helping out the Otto kid and she nodded once. he would be ok. Thats when she spotted Lyric, almost unidentifiable when covered in blood. Something tackled them to the ground and was about to bite into their neck. "LYRIC! HOLD ON!" She shouted as she danced through the carnage trying to reach her friend.

    She slammed the hilt of the small kitchen knife onto the zombies head before stabbing it through its chest. Kicking it to the side, Artemis wrapped her arm under Lyric and pulled them up. "We have to get to the lab." Artemis tucked the blade into her side pocket, limping her way to the lab. They were almost there! She pulled open the door and pushed Lyric in there before quickly following, shutting it behind her.

    They were safe for now as the screaming and carnage contiuned outside.
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MOOD: Havin' a great time

OUTFIT: Keep it casual

LOCATION: Science Lab
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Bean -ferret- -ferret-
Chris Walliver Walliver
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TL;DR I think I'm dying, thanks.
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Matt

Matt was struggling to get the zombie off his arm, even with the added bonus of adrenaline coursing through his veins he was never really THAT strong to begin with. He was losing the battle.

He was going to die, doing one good heroic deed. Fuck his life, he could do more than this shit. He very much thought that he could do a whole lot better than saving two people and then immediately dying himself. He had to be the lamest fucking student in this entire goddamn school, saving only two people? Matt was disappointed in himself. A toddler could do better.

His throat was closing up as he could feel the arm he was using to keep the zombie away from him starting to shake and fail. The zombie surged forward, feeling the weakness as it tore and clawed at him trying to reach his throat and face.

He saw his life flash before his eyes. A lot of things that should’ve probably bothered literally anyone else - people telling him he was heartless and cruel and just the absolute worst. The homophobia. The kidnappings. The constant struggle of fighting. He was alone in this world - he was going to die alone.

Suddenly the zombie was wrenched off of him and Matt could finally breathe again, sliding down the wall as his knees went weak and onto the floor as he panted for breath, his head swimming as he tried breathing through the pain radiating from his arm. Screaming. So much screaming echoing and echoing and it was too much, it was too loud-

Where was he. What language was he supposed to be speaking… why were his hands covered in blood. Where was Brett. Brett was supposed to be protecting him this time round right?

Someone grabbed him and hauled him onto his feet as he slumped against them. He was vaguely aware of his legs responding to some kind of stimulus as he found his footing again, heavily leaning on whoever his savior was. Maybe it was a zombie. That seemed about right. He was being shoved somewhere, stumbling forwards as he practically fell into the science lab.

The floor was cold and hard, but at least it wasn’t the feeling of congealing and cooling blood and guts. He could appreciate a nice, polished tile floor every now and then.

The room was spinning. There were too many people and Matt needed to go lick his wounds by himself. He slowly picked himself off the floor, hoping that people would excuse the stumble off to the side as the room lurched.

He was a fucking loser. One little bite and he suddenly lost all motor control? He’d been shot before. He should’ve been able to handle a little measly bite.

Matt managed to drag himself off to a desk and sat heavily in it, taking deep breaths as he fought through the swampy mess of pain he was in. His stomach coiled in revulsion. Were people trying to talk to him? It was like shouting in a wind tunnel. What language was that in? He couldn’t remember. He moved so much that it was hard for him to remember when he was waking up most days. Today was supposed to be an Italian day, where he thought exclusively in Italian but he hadn’t been to Italy in a while - was he in America?

His usually sharp gaze was lost and scarily blank as he laid his head back against the desk behind him, staring at the ceiling without really seeing it, his arm slowly bleeding a puddle of blood onto the desk as it dripped slowly onto the floor.

He could sleep for a second right? That… that sounded really nice. A really long nap, and when he woke up he could figure out what tao do.

The sudden feeling of burning crashed through the hazy pain that he wanted to sleep off as he thrashed around in his seat trying to smack whatever was away. Hands were holding him down as they wrestled him into one spot and it was burning and burning and burning and-

Matt blinked rapidly as the classroom filtered back in around him. Heavy breathing. The sharp alertness was back now.

“Did….we make it?” His voice was slurred, accent was all over the place but at least he was speaking English. If it wasn’t for the sweat on his brow and the rapid blinking on his usually very blankly stoic face then it would be pretty easy to mistake him as drunk.

“Sorry, stupid question, of course we did.” His English was improving as he spoke. For someone that saw his life flash before his eyes and was incomprehensibly thrashing about a minute before, it was a bit scary how quickly the apathy seemed to settle back in.

“What’s the plan now.” A quick glance around the classroom as he took in the people. His brain clicking into place as he took in everyone who’d gathered. They were fucked. So fucked.
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  • Haewon felt her sister's hand slip from hers, quickly turning to grab her again, but she found another student throwing her arm over his shoulder. She heard his yell and nodded, running ahead to try and carve a path for the two of them. Minnie held on tight but this guy was a lot taller than her, it was hard to hold onto his neck and run at the same time. She limped along beside him, trying her best to run as fast as she could, but her leg throbbed and bled more and more with each step she took. She was thankful for her sister's jogging bottoms, keeping her bite hidden for now. She flinched as the boy scooped her up into his arms, ready to yell at him and tell him to keep his hands to himself, but this was a life or death situation.

    She found herself back in Korea, clinging to her sister as she ran down the street. She could feel hot tears on her cheeks, her chest tight, her body sore. It was cold, they were both only in their pyjamas, Minnie was barefoot...
    "Where are we going?" She whimpered, her arms wrapped tightly around Haewon's shoulders.
    "Ho-Sook's house, her parents will know what to do..." Haewon replied breathlessly, panting as she ran. Minnie wasn't exactly heavy but Haewon was still young, she didn't have the muscles to run this far while holding her sister.

    She seemed to snap back to reality as Matt put her down, stumbling into the lab as he pushed her. Haewon caught her before she could fall, sitting her on a countertop away from the door. She expected Matt to follow behind her, but found him gone.
    "Haewon!" Minnie yelled, pointing to Matt as he was pinned against the wall beside the door. Haewon began to scramble for a weapon, finding the biggest, thickest textbook she could find and running for the door. She lifted the book over her head, ready to strike the undead that was gnawing on Matt, when she saw Bean.

    Did... did she just bite that zombie? Haewon thought to herself, bewildered. She found herself conflicted. Did she hit Bean? She was biting people, too, was she infected? But she didn't look like a zombie. Before she could make her decision, Matt was pushed into the lab and she had to step aside. She set the book down on the counter, watching as Matt clawed himself to his feet and sat at a desk. She turned to her sister, giving her a look. Minnie simply nodded, she knew she wanted to ask how she was holding up and, despite everything that had happened, she was doing okay.

    "You're handling it better than he is," Haewon whispered to her, glancing over at Matt, "Don't tell anyone, okay? I don't know what they'll do," She added, to which Minnie nodded. It felt wrong to hide her bite but Haewon was right. In most zombie movies, a bite meant you were a gonner, but they didn't know that yet. If they knew, they could kill her. She looked to Matt, her chest feeling tight once more. He'd gotten bitten because of her... she was already bit. If one bite was enough, he wasted his life saving someone who was doomed to die.

    Haewon turned to Matt, awkwardly fidgeting with her hands.
    "Thanks for... saving my sister," She muttered, glancing up at him.
    "I guess we... wait, maybe barricade the door," She added with a slight shrug. It was a tough question to answer, she hadn't exactly been in this situation before.
    "Maybe check your phones, see if we can call for help,"

    "Ah-- Kieran!" Minnie exclaimed, hopping down from the counter and limping over. She gave him the tightest hug she could muster, though her bite left her feeling a little light-headed and weak. Her hands and feet tingled, her head feeling heavy as she rested it on his chest. Though Kieran was closer to Haewon than to her, she was still happy to see him. He had been kind to her thus far, after all.
    Her eyes lit up once more as she saw Chris, throwing her arms around him as she had with Kieran.
    "Chriiiiis!" She grinned, squeezing him tight. She was glad he was alive, he was one of her only friends. She hadn't thought of this illness as deeply as Chris had, she hadn't even considered this could be spread by physical contact, so she hugged him without thought.
    Haewon too was quite glad that both Chris and Kieran had survived, though was much less expressive than her sister. As she heard Kierans name, she simply looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.







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    Millie’s legs worked hard to get away from Lucille, or well what used to be Lucille really. That isn’t Lucille anymore. Just a zombie. Adrenaline rushes were great, she couldn’t feel the pain in her chest and the pain lingering in her overworked legs, Millie just wanted to get to the science lab before something got to her first. Her hands were slick with sweat, making it hard to have a good grasp on the part of the dress that she was holding up to run faster and easier.

    Her ears were filled with the sounds of students, and staff, screaming as they got jumped by former students, classmates, siblings, friends, spouses, you name it. Her shoes had become splattered with blood from running in slippery pools of growing, warm blood. Millie’s foot squished something against the ground, innards most likely as it made a squelching noise underneath her foot.

    Now wasn’t the time to have your brain filled with thoughts when your sole goal is to get to the one allegedly safe space in the entire school. But, Millie was wondering what was going on with her parents. Was this contained to just the school? If not, did her parents know what was going on and were they safe? One of them should have called her by now!

    “Lucille, please stop… chasing me!”

    Millie breathed out hoarsely, voice caught in her throat, and her legs were starting to slow down. It was obvious that her plea was not going to be answered. This thing only wanted to tackle her to the ground and feast on her flesh. And the Lucille monster was nearly on top of her at this point. It was so fast and agile, nothing like the slow, shambling corpses of zombies you see in movies and television shows. How did this spread into the school anyway?

    Her strawberry dress was blood soaked, the smell of blood wafering into her nostrils and making her draw herself back. She had to stop for a quick breath, one or two quick breaths and back to exerting herself.

    “Duck!”

    A familiar voice told her to duck, and she instinctively did so, ducking her body down, hearing a thud against the ground before straightening her posture up. Stopping was dangerous, but Millie took this dangerous opportunity of stopping to catch her breath, deep inhales and exhales through her mouth, her chest and muscles aches from being worked into overdrive. It’s been a while since she had to run that much, and that hard. “Thanks Cindy.” Millie thanked once she got her voice back, hands resting on her knees as her throat burned. But her hand was grabbed by Cindy and she was pulled along in the hallway once more, free hand holding some of her bloody dress up.

    “They don’t- They don’t like granola bars.”

    Millie’s eyebrows arched upright at this. “Why would you offer a zombie a granola bar in the first place?” Millie questioned at possibly the worst possible time to be asking something like that. A granola bar of all things! Really, Cindy? You could have shoved a book in its mouth instead to distract it or whatever. Then again Cindy and Millie are friends and Millie should know Cindy well enough maybe. Millie fixated her gaze on Cindy, a great way to block out the images of gore and dead bodies that had littered the hallways, a great distraction.

    Cindy asked Millie about her dress. And quite frankly, Millie's dress is looking far better than Cindy's dress.

    “Except for my dress being blood soaked, it’s fine. It just kinda reeks of blood now instead of strawberries.”

    Millie mused out with a strained out chuckle. Humor in a zombie apocalypse. Good, good. “Give me some of that granola when we get to the science lab won’t you, Cindy?”

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  • Artemis de Vos
    the hunter
    Science Lab
    Angry
    Fit for the Queen of Goth
    Lyric + Chris
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    pastelfox pastelfox Walliver Walliver

    Artemis bit her lip as she limped her way through the halls. More blood splattered all over her outfit, staining the black even darker. She looked like she was dipped in blood the more she tried to run, paired with a charred calf. The pain in the aforementioned area started to grow more and more till pins and needles turned into blades digging into every curve of her muscle. Her leg almost gave out, causing a cry to try and escape her lips but she bit down harder. Hard enough to draw blood. FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK!

    The pain was becoming unbearable and she knew she would need medical help soon. Artemis hated the idea of that. Would it be fine if she just wrapped it and hid it from others? Pop an ibuprofen here and there? She desperately needed a distraction besides trying to keep her and Lyric from getting eaten. “I. Have. No. Clue. Maybe.. Zombies?” Each breath was a stab in her sides, and her throat ached from the lack of nothing but blood. She sucked in a deep breath, relieved they were alive as she stumbled to a table grabbing ahold to stay upright. Artemis dug her fingers into the grooves, fingers becoming pale around the nail beds.

    Artemis heard Lyric say something about her leg but it went right over her head and she hummed a reply before it fully sunk in and she gave a weak answer. “Im- Im fine. Its just a s-small bite.” She slowly turned her head to look back at Lyric, eyes scanning over them through slightly blurry eyes.

    “A-Are you ok? Did you get hurt?” Pushing herself off the table and shuffling over to Lyric a couple feet away to grab ahold of them with a light touch someone of her type shouldnt be able to possess. Poking and prodding at them, pulling at limbs gently to move them as she inspected Lyric. She gave a firm nod, happy they werent hurt. She would murder every single FUCKING zombie that tried to hurt Lyric. Anyone who dared try as well.

    Artemis reached for the table again, seconds from tittering a bit too far away from it and falling on her face. Her throat was dry as fuck and each breath came out ragged and heavy. She needed water. And a medic. WHERE THE FUCK WAS A MEDIC WHEN SHE NEEDED ONE?? DID THE NURSE NOT SURVIVE? HOW IRONIC FOR A FUCKING MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL TO NOT SURVIVE WHEN THEY ARE MOST NEEDED!

    She then spotted her brothers crumpled form on the ground, a couple people gathered around him and she pushed off the table with unsteady steps as she hurried to him. Dropping to the ground quickly, forgetting about the burning pain in her calf as she cradled her brothers head in her lap. He was more important. Eyebrows furrowing as she took in his state, slowly paling out the more seconds passed. He needed help.

    Artemis whipped her head around, scanning for someone who seemed to know a bit about treating when her eyes landed on a thin blond male. She never remembered his name because he was normally useless and seemed to be more of a background character than anything. Plain and boring. BUT HE WAS PERFECT FOR THIS MOMENT! He was currently fixing Matt then hugging a girl.

    “AYE! MEDIC BOY! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE AND QUIT GOO GOO EYEING THE GIRL! TREAT MY BROTHER! OR ILL THROW YOU TO WHATEVER THE FUCK IS OUTSIDE THOSE DOORS!” She shouted, voice raspy as her eyes narrowed into slits. Artemis probably could have asked nicely and he would have come over but who gets things done that way?

    ‘CHOP CHOP BUSTER! EACH SECOND IS HIM STILL BLACKED OUT! I SWEAR TO GOD IF HE DOESNT WAKE UP-” She didnt know what she would do if Ivaylo never woke up again. Definitely lost in life, unable to continue on with just herself. SHE COULDNT THINK ABOUT THAT RIGHT NOW! NOT WHEN HER BROTHERS LIFE COULD BE ON THE LINE.
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Bean had a relatively good relationship with Matt. They were friends. At least she thought of them as friends. He never really bullshitted her and he was pretty nice and cool. So seeing him slumped down in a chair, pale and looking like he might keel over any second? It set off alarm bells in her head. This was bad. And on top of it, everyone around was useless, just standing around and doing nothing. She saw Matt just sitting staring at the ceiling and decided to take action.

Grabbing a few people, she didn't care who, she placed them holding Matt down in the chair and ran to the extensive first aid kit kept on the wall in the lab. She grabbed the hydrogen peroxide and pretty much dumped half the bottle on Matt's arm. Matt wasn't dieing today. Not on her watch.

Matt flailed around for a bit before settling and Bean shoved everyone off of him. Maybe a bit aggressively, but she didn't want them suffocating him. She saw him looking around and noticed him coming back to the world. Only to realize their predicament was shit. But Bean had a semblance of a plan forming. Of course she wouldn't tell anyone (even if she could), but she'd nudge this plan along until she and her friend we're safe.

Bean quickly typed something up in her notes app and slid the phone to Matt.

'I have a plan. Go along with it. We might be able to make it outta here alive.'
 







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    Minnie hesitated as Chris spoke, letting go. Haewon said not to let anyone look. She didn't want to get in trouble... and the tension was heightening within the group. What were they going to do with the bitten? She flinched as Art began to yell, almost covering her eyes to shut her out but stopping herself before she could look so pathetic.

    "Hey!" Haewon yelled back, taking a protective step forward between Art and the medic, "Shut your trap! Do you see how many injured we have in here?! Cut him some fucking slack!" She scolded her, her eyebrows furrowed in anger. She hated this bitch girl, she always had something to say. She'd developed a nasty habit of picking on her little sister, too, that wasn't going to fly.

    Minnie turned back to Chris, fidgeting with the hems of her sleeves.
    "Uhhh... help everyone else, first..." She requested, her hands half-tucked into her sleeves. Before he could leave, she quickly piped up.
    "It's a dog bite, not a... person bite," She lied, her hands clamming as she fumbled with them.

    Haewon's frown simply deepened as Ren shared his high and mighty opinion.
    "The fuck is that supposed to mean?! They're just as bit as the others! Why do they get to live?" She argued, though hoped this outburst wouldn't reveal her sister's condition.
    "If anything, those two should get the boot... fucking annoying..." She muttered to herself. She wasn't exactly eager to kick anyone out into the corridor with the dead, but if she had to choose, Art was first.
    "What gives you the authority to choose, anyway?"

    Minnie awkwardly stepped forward.
    "I don't feel well," She muttered to Haewon, not wanting to announce this to the room. She was hot, but the colour had drained from her cheeks and she was wobbly on her feet. Haewon hesitated before gently taking her by the shoulder.
    "Alright, sit down..." She sighed, sitting her beside Matt.

    "If we're gonna do anything... we isolate them. Then, if they do get aggressive, they can't bite anyone," Haewon suggested, crossing her arms and leaning against the countertop. Minnie rested her head in her arms, the room spinning.
    mood: oh god oh no
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  • MOOD: The fuck.

    OUTFIT: Keep it casual

    LOCATION: Hallway outside the science lab
    basics
    MENTIONS:
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    INT:
    Artemis Cello. Cello.
    Grayson Gao Gao
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    TL;DR Hi your resident asshole here to deliver the bad news.
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    Matt

    Matt blinked, and then looked up at the peop[le giving their suggestions, there was a heaviness to his brow as he slowly stood to lean against the desk. He watched

    Observed.

    Watched everyone arguing pettily over their little squabbles.

    He was getting a fucking headache from this nonsense, were they all completely incompetent? He didn’t give a shit if he died but god fucking damn if they didn’t shut the fuck up and actually listen to each other they were all going to die.

    Ren telling everyone that was bitten to go throw themselves to the zombies was not helpful in the slightest either.

    At least Haewon was speaking some kind of sense here.

    “Fucking hell Artemis if you continue to spout off your fucking bullshit I promise that when I turn into a zombie I’m biting your ass first.” He said, pinching the bridge of his nose as his mind clicked and started working double.

    Then Grayson gave his lovely statement. It only added to Matt’s rising headache.

    “Are you fucking kidding me, Grayson? That's gonna bring every zombie in a two mile radius in on our ass, and we can barely survive a school full - we sure as hell aren't going to survive a town's worth.” He said flatly, still trying to rid himself of the mounting headache.

    “... I suggest… someone sacrifice themselves… and… the rest of us… I dunno… make a run for it while the zombies are busy feeding off the other group.” Morbid suggestion, Matt. “That way we don’t attract more zombies, we’re just dealing with the ones in the school.”
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