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reached down as I was crawling away and grabbed my ankle.
He snarled. There was nothing of Mr. Goodwin in that sound.
I tried to yank my leg away, but he held me in place as easily as an owner holds an excited pet.
He lifted my calf and bent to bite my heel.
I kicked at his face with my free leg hard enough to peel back more skin.
That was when a group of students came running around the corner. They were running away from something, and they kept running, dodging me and Mr. Goodwin.
Mr. Goodwin glanced at them, but he already had me.
The last student to come into the hall was Ben Tobin. At first I thought he'd keep going.
"Ben!" I screamed. "Help me!"
Ben didn't stop moving, but swung as hard as he could and punched Mr. Goodwin in the face.
Mr. Goodwin's head snapped left, but the impact never registered in his expression. He dropped my ankle and reached for Ben.
I crawled until I was out of his reach, then stood.
Mr. Goodwin looked at Ben, to his right, and me, to his left, as though uncertain which of us to attack first.
"Run," Ben said.
I nodded like I understood, but stayed right where I was.
Ben took off, skirting around Teresa, who was starting to stand. At her feet, Molly Hale, the first girl I ever French kissed, lay still. The blood from her throat pooled around her, soaking her hair.
Mr. Goodwin took a lurching step after Ben, swinging an arm for balance.
"Ben!" I yelled. That was just dumb of me, but you have to remember I'd never seen a zombie or even heard of one until that day. I was learning the rules as I went.
Mr. Goodwin turned back and the expression on his face told me he'd forgotten I was there until that moment.
Behind him, Molly sat up, her damp brown hair dripping blood. More blood spilled from her opened throat.
When she turned to look at me I saw her eyes were all white.
That got me running.
I ran to the end of the hall where Ben had stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Then I saw what was waiting for us at the end of the next hall.
29
SURPRISE, IT WAS ZOMBIES. THE next hall was full of them. I didn't know they were zombies then, but I could tell by their all-white eyes and jerky movements that I didn't want to get close to any of them.
At the end of the hall were two floor-to-ceiling soda machines with the Kirkman's logo across their fronts glowing neon green and pink.
Angie DeLaRosa , senior, editor for the school web site, member of the band. She had glasses with lenses as thick as magnifying glasses and short mousy hair that curled under her jaw.
I was hoping to join the web staff next year (only juniors and seniors can join), so I attended some of their info meetings and Angie was always nice to me.
She was in the center of five other students, none of whom I recognized and all of whom had white eyes. They were on their knees reaching into Angie, feeding. Her stomach had been ripped from its base to just below her breasts.
She was splayed open on the hall floor like a patient on an operating table, except Angie was awake and screaming.
Jason Leach , junior, AV club. I don't know a whole lot about Jason, and what I know isn't good. He used to bully underclassmen and he had one of the worst cases of acne in the whole school. His face looked as though it had been chewed. And he smelled.
All I can say is you probably can't judge someone based on who they were in high school. For all I knew, Jason might've gone onto college and his face might've cleared up, and he might've purchased deodorant.
He might've grown up to be all right. But we'll never know.
Robin McKelvey , freshman, gamer. Robin was way into video games. Or at least, I assume she was. She was always wearing hoodies and T-shirts with Mario on them.
Robin had hold of both Jason's shoulders and was trying to bite his chest. Jason took a step back and tripped, landing with Robin straddling him.
Robin lost her grip momentarily, then slapped Jason so hard some of his zits burst, spraying pus.
He snarled. There was nothing of Mr. Goodwin in that sound.
I tried to yank my leg away, but he held me in place as easily as an owner holds an excited pet.
He lifted my calf and bent to bite my heel.
I kicked at his face with my free leg hard enough to peel back more skin.
That was when a group of students came running around the corner. They were running away from something, and they kept running, dodging me and Mr. Goodwin.
Mr. Goodwin glanced at them, but he already had me.
The last student to come into the hall was Ben Tobin. At first I thought he'd keep going.
"Ben!" I screamed. "Help me!"
Ben didn't stop moving, but swung as hard as he could and punched Mr. Goodwin in the face.
Mr. Goodwin's head snapped left, but the impact never registered in his expression. He dropped my ankle and reached for Ben.
I crawled until I was out of his reach, then stood.
Mr. Goodwin looked at Ben, to his right, and me, to his left, as though uncertain which of us to attack first.
"Run," Ben said.
I nodded like I understood, but stayed right where I was.
Ben took off, skirting around Teresa, who was starting to stand. At her feet, Molly Hale, the first girl I ever French kissed, lay still. The blood from her throat pooled around her, soaking her hair.
Mr. Goodwin took a lurching step after Ben, swinging an arm for balance.
"Ben!" I yelled. That was just dumb of me, but you have to remember I'd never seen a zombie or even heard of one until that day. I was learning the rules as I went.
Mr. Goodwin turned back and the expression on his face told me he'd forgotten I was there until that moment.
Behind him, Molly sat up, her damp brown hair dripping blood. More blood spilled from her opened throat.
When she turned to look at me I saw her eyes were all white.
That got me running.
I ran to the end of the hall where Ben had stopped.
"What's wrong?" I asked. Then I saw what was waiting for us at the end of the next hall.
29
SURPRISE, IT WAS ZOMBIES. THE next hall was full of them. I didn't know they were zombies then, but I could tell by their all-white eyes and jerky movements that I didn't want to get close to any of them.
At the end of the hall were two floor-to-ceiling soda machines with the Kirkman's logo across their fronts glowing neon green and pink.
Angie DeLaRosa , senior, editor for the school web site, member of the band. She had glasses with lenses as thick as magnifying glasses and short mousy hair that curled under her jaw.
I was hoping to join the web staff next year (only juniors and seniors can join), so I attended some of their info meetings and Angie was always nice to me.
She was in the center of five other students, none of whom I recognized and all of whom had white eyes. They were on their knees reaching into Angie, feeding. Her stomach had been ripped from its base to just below her breasts.
She was splayed open on the hall floor like a patient on an operating table, except Angie was awake and screaming.
Jason Leach , junior, AV club. I don't know a whole lot about Jason, and what I know isn't good. He used to bully underclassmen and he had one of the worst cases of acne in the whole school. His face looked as though it had been chewed. And he smelled.
All I can say is you probably can't judge someone based on who they were in high school. For all I knew, Jason might've gone onto college and his face might've cleared up, and he might've purchased deodorant.
He might've grown up to be all right. But we'll never know.
Robin McKelvey , freshman, gamer. Robin was way into video games. Or at least, I assume she was. She was always wearing hoodies and T-shirts with Mario on them.
Robin had hold of both Jason's shoulders and was trying to bite his chest. Jason took a step back and tripped, landing with Robin straddling him.
Robin lost her grip momentarily, then slapped Jason so hard some of his zits burst, spraying pus.
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