Miss Dikeo turns and
walks back into the room, leaving the door open behind
her for you to follow. Instead, however, you lift the latch
on your locker door and take your time retrieving your
book, paper, and pen, before you enter the class and take
your assigned seat on the far side of the room next to the
windows and wall mounted water pipes that make up the
school’s boiler heating system.
Since class had already begun, Miss Dikeo had to go
to her computer to edit the attendance she had already
taken and remove the absent tag she put with your name.
As she did this, you notice that three seats in the room are
empty, and you look over to your friend John and ask in a
low voice, “Hey, where’s Stacey and the others?”
Staring back at you through one blood shot eye,
John grunts and gives you a non-committal shrug.
Thinking to yourself that this has felt like the longest week
of your life already, you understand John’s nonchalance
and turn back to face the teacher, wishing you could be
out of school like the others, too. Clearly something was
going on, and it would have been so much better if you
could have just stayed in bed this morning.
Finished with the attendance, Miss Dikeo begins
walking over to you with a sheet of paper in hand saying,
“The class is on page one hundred and twenty in A Tale of
Two Cities answering the questions on this handout. You
should find all of the answers within the next three
chapters of reading, but like I already told the rest of the
class, they are not all in order.”
Realizing that in all the commotion of the morning,
you never got a chance to use the bathroom and this
assignment is about the last thing you feel like working on
right now, you have a choice to make.
If you ask to use the bathroom, turn to page ……………. 14
If you continue working, turn to page ………………..……… 21
Continue to the Athletic Office
Realizing that the weights would probably end up
being too heavy to swing around for very long, and you
don’t really want to try carrying them all back to the
teachers’ lounge, you give up on that idea and refocus on
the athletic office. As you reach the stairs going down to
the office, you and Alexis both hear a sound from the
other end of the gym where you just came from. Turning
around, your worst suspicions are confirmed as you watch
a small horde of zombies push through the doors. There’s
no way to tell if they followed you by smell, or if they
were drawn to the area by Alexis’s initial yelling out in the
hall, but either way, now is not the time to assign blame.
It’s time to get yourself equipped and start kicking zombie
butt.
Following Alexis into the basement, you enter the
athletic office and spot the old gray trash barrel in the
corner of the room with the sports equipment in it.
Without getting any closer, you can already count a half
dozen bats, some wooden and some aluminum, along
with a few plastic and wooden hockey sticks, a couple of
lacrosse poles, and a badminton racket with several
broken strings. Approaching, you assess the bounty and
figure the lacrosse pole and badminton racket were never
meant for much hitting, and you’ve seen too many hockey
sticks break on slap shots to bet your life that it would
hold up to you cracking it against a couple zombie skulls.
Reaching in, you wrap your hands around the leather
wrapped handle of an almost new looking aluminum bat
and smile.
“That looks even better than mine,” says Alexis
from behind you as she steps forward to see if there are
any more like it in the barrel.
“Yeah, well, let’s hope it does the trick then.”
Just then, you hear the first zombie as it literally
falls down the stairs behind the two of you. Looking back,
you see the zombie lying on the ground for a moment,
and then it finally starts to crawl its way in as more
zombies follow it down the stairs.
Rushing forward, you lift your new aluminum bat
high overhead, prepared to
walks back into the room, leaving the door open behind
her for you to follow. Instead, however, you lift the latch
on your locker door and take your time retrieving your
book, paper, and pen, before you enter the class and take
your assigned seat on the far side of the room next to the
windows and wall mounted water pipes that make up the
school’s boiler heating system.
Since class had already begun, Miss Dikeo had to go
to her computer to edit the attendance she had already
taken and remove the absent tag she put with your name.
As she did this, you notice that three seats in the room are
empty, and you look over to your friend John and ask in a
low voice, “Hey, where’s Stacey and the others?”
Staring back at you through one blood shot eye,
John grunts and gives you a non-committal shrug.
Thinking to yourself that this has felt like the longest week
of your life already, you understand John’s nonchalance
and turn back to face the teacher, wishing you could be
out of school like the others, too. Clearly something was
going on, and it would have been so much better if you
could have just stayed in bed this morning.
Finished with the attendance, Miss Dikeo begins
walking over to you with a sheet of paper in hand saying,
“The class is on page one hundred and twenty in A Tale of
Two Cities answering the questions on this handout. You
should find all of the answers within the next three
chapters of reading, but like I already told the rest of the
class, they are not all in order.”
Realizing that in all the commotion of the morning,
you never got a chance to use the bathroom and this
assignment is about the last thing you feel like working on
right now, you have a choice to make.
If you ask to use the bathroom, turn to page ……………. 14
If you continue working, turn to page ………………..……… 21
Continue to the Athletic Office
Realizing that the weights would probably end up
being too heavy to swing around for very long, and you
don’t really want to try carrying them all back to the
teachers’ lounge, you give up on that idea and refocus on
the athletic office. As you reach the stairs going down to
the office, you and Alexis both hear a sound from the
other end of the gym where you just came from. Turning
around, your worst suspicions are confirmed as you watch
a small horde of zombies push through the doors. There’s
no way to tell if they followed you by smell, or if they
were drawn to the area by Alexis’s initial yelling out in the
hall, but either way, now is not the time to assign blame.
It’s time to get yourself equipped and start kicking zombie
butt.
Following Alexis into the basement, you enter the
athletic office and spot the old gray trash barrel in the
corner of the room with the sports equipment in it.
Without getting any closer, you can already count a half
dozen bats, some wooden and some aluminum, along
with a few plastic and wooden hockey sticks, a couple of
lacrosse poles, and a badminton racket with several
broken strings. Approaching, you assess the bounty and
figure the lacrosse pole and badminton racket were never
meant for much hitting, and you’ve seen too many hockey
sticks break on slap shots to bet your life that it would
hold up to you cracking it against a couple zombie skulls.
Reaching in, you wrap your hands around the leather
wrapped handle of an almost new looking aluminum bat
and smile.
“That looks even better than mine,” says Alexis
from behind you as she steps forward to see if there are
any more like it in the barrel.
“Yeah, well, let’s hope it does the trick then.”
Just then, you hear the first zombie as it literally
falls down the stairs behind the two of you. Looking back,
you see the zombie lying on the ground for a moment,
and then it finally starts to crawl its way in as more
zombies follow it down the stairs.
Rushing forward, you lift your new aluminum bat
high overhead, prepared to
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