Chapter Text
Dave:
Dave stood silent at the end of the corridoor, baseball bat in hand. He couldnt find anything else to serve his needs, those needs being: GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE SCHOOL and killing anything which stood in his way (in his case 'the undead'). His steps were soft and quiet against the floor, his efforts to attract attention were at a minimum. Slowly and carefully he walked down the corridoor, his bat at his shoulders and gripped tight in both hands, ready to swing at any time. "better get my sorry ass to the science labs" he whispered to himself.
Jade:
Jade hid herself and fellow classmates under the lab desks, she had been informed of some strange event occuring in and out of school via text from John. At first she thought it was one of his stupid pranks, but no, it was happening. She didnt reply, she simply glanced out of the window and to her horror she spotted 3 young boys being ravished and torn apart by what seemed to be 'the undead'. Her actions were quick, and thought through: 1. lock the door and windows. 2. find a weapon. 3. help the others.
John:
John was sitting in the back of the sports equipment closet, there was no way he was participating in such acts. Jumping, running, throwing, he hated every last bit of it (especially the falling over part..) so instead, he hid behind the baskets of footballs and hockey sticks, and pulled out his phone (he had hidden it in his sock. smart John is smart). Around 35 minutes had passed and the active shouts of teenage sport freaks suddenly turned to screams and yells of sheer terror. Gym shoes squeeked across the shiny flooring as everyone ran from the unexpected threat which made itself into the large room where there was once puddles of sweat and determination, there now lied puddles of blood. John peeked put of the closet "what...the...he-AH" he jumped back in panic as a tall figure approached him.
Gamzee
Gamzee was...well...its hard to say, its dark and quiet. He let out a small chuckle "..eheheh..." and sighed. He turns his head but finds that he actually cant. He cant exactly move anything. He slowly turned around and infront of him was 3 small slits in the 'room' he was in. But wait! this wasnt a room. "wait a motherfucking second" he peered through the slits and saw a tall figure with black aviators and what seemed to be a bat stood on the other side. Yes. Gamzee was in a locker. "heyy...its you..uh" he banged on the locker door and soon fell out and landed in a heap on the floor. (followed by some horns) he grabbed one of the horns that fell out and squeezed it "Honk honk bro" he said with a lazy smile plastered across his face as he looked up at the boy who was once on the opposite side of his locker.