by Zerrow Fri Jan 14, 2011 12:07 am
Sighing Chris felt himself beginning fall back to sleep. Then just as he was about to cross the line from the real world into the sandman's land he heard shouting and screaming coming from the school's field.
Quickly jumping up Chris looked over to the edge of the roof that he was resting on. Gazing down at the field Chris saw a large group of students being lead by what looked to be a teacher running for the school's staff parking lot. Behind the group was a large group of the "drunk people" fallowing them. But what surprised Chris the most was that when ever the group of "drunks" would get near the group of students he or she would be beaten down.
Hearing screams behind him Chris turned around and quickly moved to the other edge of the roof, giving him a clear view of the schools entrance. There on at the entrance of the gate was a smaller group of students trying to open the gate. They too were bashing the "drunks" with out restraint. Then the girl who was attempting to open the gate shouted in triumph as she pulled the two haves of the gate apart. Moving quickly she and the rest of her five man group began to run through the gap. Just as the last person was about to clear the gap one of the "drunks" was able to grab onto him. Screaming for help from his friends, the student was pulled back into the school lot where all the "drunks" descended on him. Shaking her head the girl barked something at the remainder of her group and continued on, ignoring the cries of her fallen comrade.
Shocked at what he had seen, Chris would only say one thing, "What he hell happen?" Hearing sounds coming from the other side of the roof Chris saw a small group of the "drunks" moving towards his position. Remembering what had happened to the guy down at the entrance, Chris quickly dropped down from the astrometry roof, and entered the building. Turing on the light Chris began looking for something to to use as a weapon. Seeing a tripod resting on a wall Chris ran over to it and tested it's weight. With a nod of approval Chris grabbed the duck tape form where he saw the astrometry members put it last, and began taping the tripod together. Satisfied with his weapon Chris moved back out of the building to face the "things" that were out side.
Rushing forward Chris struck. Hitting the first one just below the diaphragm knocking it back and down. the next one lunged at Chris with "it's" mouth open. Taking a step back, Chris brought his improvised weapon down on "it's"head. Feeling "it's" head give way Chris looked back at the last of his three attackers. "Shit," muttered Chris as he saw the first "one" get back up. Looking down at the one he just fell Chris realized something, "'Their' heads are 'Their' weak point."
Just as he realized this both of the remaining "things" moved froward. Narrowing his eyes in focus Chris shot forward. Using the skills that he learned from playing basketball Chris easily out manoeuvred both of the "things" and dealt a crushing blow to one of the "thing's" head. With one down, Chris focused on the last one. Advancing, Chris swung the tripod catching the thing in the "thing" in the head.
Panting in exhaustion, Chris looked at the three "things" that he had killed. They were people from his class. Worry shot through Chris as he thought of Angel, Lacey, and everyone else. Sprinting back into the club building Chris grabbed a messenger bag one of the astrometry members had left and emptied it of all that was in it. Filling the bag with all the astrometry club's overnight food, snacks, and drinks. Chris grabbed a pair of binoculars and hung them around his neck. Stepping out of the club building and shutting the door. Chris looked at the bodies of his classmates. "Sorry guys," he said to their corpses as he picked them up and tossed them over the edge of the building, "I just don't know if you will get back up or not." Whit that done Chris turned to the stairs and said, "Wait for me everyone."
Last edited by Zerrow on Fri Jan 14, 2011 12:07 am; edited 1 time in total (Reason for editing : Typo)