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Jason screamed and she bit the other side of his face.
I don't want to think where that pus went.
In every classroom down the hall I heard human screams, and everywhere that awful low monotone moaning punctuated with inhuman snarls.
The students not already eating Angie or flocking to Jason to finish him off turned toward Ben and me.
"We'll never get out this way," I said. "The gym!"
I turned and ran. Ben followed.
30
TODAY IS DAY TWO OF living on Ernie's roof and the dead surrounding the station don't seem to have tired of our little game yet.
Michelle and I hide in the center and they moan below us, seeming to lose interest. One of us goes to use the bathroom and gets too close to the roof's edge where some of the zombies can see, and they all start snarling.
Michelle pretending to shoot them didn't help any. I was writing this afternoon and Michelle sang:
"See the zombies going by, every zombie, it must die. Aim your gun, it takes some skill. How many zombies will I kill: One, two, three, four." As she counted she aimed her pistol at zombies below.
For one terrible moment, I was sure she was going to pull the trigger. But she didn't. She only aimed. "...five, six, seven, eight—"
"What are you doing?"
Michelle was lying on her stomach in the corner of the roof, both hands holding her gun out in front so she could aim. She was low, but by the way the snarling intensified below, I knew some of them could see her.
Michelle shrugged. "It's a jump rope rhyme. You know, 'Cinderella, dressed in green, went upstairs to eat ice cream. How many spoonfuls did she eat: one, two...'"
She frowned. "Didn't you ever play jump rope?"
"I'm a boy."
"Sucks for you."
"Get away from the edge," I said.
Michelle glared at me, but I just stared right back at her.
Slowly she rolled away from the edge and sprawled on her back. She put her hands on her face. "I'm so bored."
"Can you be bored quietly?"
I turned away and went back to writing.
Michelle grumbled a bit, but finally she took Destiny Takes a Lover from her pack and settled in to read.
The sun will be going down before long, and then I'm going to stop writing. I'm worn out. I'll tell you the whole story, but not tonight.
Tonight I have only a little more to tell.
31
THE GYM WAS CLEAR. THERE were basketballs in the center of the court, one still rolling, so I knew there'd recently been people here. There appeared to be no one here now.
But I didn't look that closely.
My eyes were searching for the big blue barrels beside the bleachers. I ran to them and by the time Ben asked, "What are you doing?" I'd tipped them over
We didn't have time to dig through them.
Basketballs, red balls, soccer balls—they all spilled out across the floor along with rackets and other sports paraphernalia. But what I wanted were the baseball bats at the bottom of the barrel.
I took my favorite: a steel bat with a black grip, a familiar dent in its tip.
It was my lucky bat, not the one I used in games—that was in the coach's closet with the other game gear—but I'd hit more than a few good pitches in practice with the bat. It's the same bat that's lying on the roof beside me as I write this.
I tossed another bat to Ben. I considered a golf club, but decided I'd need both hands to swing the bat... if it came to it.
Even then, I knew it would.
"Up here!"
Amber , freshman. I don't know Amber's last name. I don't even know if she died. She might've gotten out. I suppose I don't know enough to write her memorial and thanks to the zombies, I guess I won't ever know, so I'll just say she had spectacular red hair.
There were bleachers along the walls on either side of the gymnasium. During the week they were folded against the wall to give the gym classes maximum floor space.
There were the bottom bleachers, an aisle, and then the top bleachers. All the bleachers were pressed in too tightly to sit on, but Amber was standing in the aisle with four
I don't want to think where that pus went.
In every classroom down the hall I heard human screams, and everywhere that awful low monotone moaning punctuated with inhuman snarls.
The students not already eating Angie or flocking to Jason to finish him off turned toward Ben and me.
"We'll never get out this way," I said. "The gym!"
I turned and ran. Ben followed.
30
TODAY IS DAY TWO OF living on Ernie's roof and the dead surrounding the station don't seem to have tired of our little game yet.
Michelle and I hide in the center and they moan below us, seeming to lose interest. One of us goes to use the bathroom and gets too close to the roof's edge where some of the zombies can see, and they all start snarling.
Michelle pretending to shoot them didn't help any. I was writing this afternoon and Michelle sang:
"See the zombies going by, every zombie, it must die. Aim your gun, it takes some skill. How many zombies will I kill: One, two, three, four." As she counted she aimed her pistol at zombies below.
For one terrible moment, I was sure she was going to pull the trigger. But she didn't. She only aimed. "...five, six, seven, eight—"
"What are you doing?"
Michelle was lying on her stomach in the corner of the roof, both hands holding her gun out in front so she could aim. She was low, but by the way the snarling intensified below, I knew some of them could see her.
Michelle shrugged. "It's a jump rope rhyme. You know, 'Cinderella, dressed in green, went upstairs to eat ice cream. How many spoonfuls did she eat: one, two...'"
She frowned. "Didn't you ever play jump rope?"
"I'm a boy."
"Sucks for you."
"Get away from the edge," I said.
Michelle glared at me, but I just stared right back at her.
Slowly she rolled away from the edge and sprawled on her back. She put her hands on her face. "I'm so bored."
"Can you be bored quietly?"
I turned away and went back to writing.
Michelle grumbled a bit, but finally she took Destiny Takes a Lover from her pack and settled in to read.
The sun will be going down before long, and then I'm going to stop writing. I'm worn out. I'll tell you the whole story, but not tonight.
Tonight I have only a little more to tell.
31
THE GYM WAS CLEAR. THERE were basketballs in the center of the court, one still rolling, so I knew there'd recently been people here. There appeared to be no one here now.
But I didn't look that closely.
My eyes were searching for the big blue barrels beside the bleachers. I ran to them and by the time Ben asked, "What are you doing?" I'd tipped them over
We didn't have time to dig through them.
Basketballs, red balls, soccer balls—they all spilled out across the floor along with rackets and other sports paraphernalia. But what I wanted were the baseball bats at the bottom of the barrel.
I took my favorite: a steel bat with a black grip, a familiar dent in its tip.
It was my lucky bat, not the one I used in games—that was in the coach's closet with the other game gear—but I'd hit more than a few good pitches in practice with the bat. It's the same bat that's lying on the roof beside me as I write this.
I tossed another bat to Ben. I considered a golf club, but decided I'd need both hands to swing the bat... if it came to it.
Even then, I knew it would.
"Up here!"
Amber , freshman. I don't know Amber's last name. I don't even know if she died. She might've gotten out. I suppose I don't know enough to write her memorial and thanks to the zombies, I guess I won't ever know, so I'll just say she had spectacular red hair.
There were bleachers along the walls on either side of the gymnasium. During the week they were folded against the wall to give the gym classes maximum floor space.
There were the bottom bleachers, an aisle, and then the top bleachers. All the bleachers were pressed in too tightly to sit on, but Amber was standing in the aisle with four
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