High School of the Dead Feet

It was a nice, quiet day at school. This was unfortunate, seeing as all there was to do was learning. This was the reason behind your short escape to the bathroom. You never focused on the factors that would supposedly bring you success in life, but rather, the path you had to take to achieve it. This was the philosophical logic you presented to yourself while pissing into a urinal. Perhaps, you wondered, there were more practical applications for this mindset.

While on your way back from the bathroom, you trekked the main corridor on the second floor. The atmosphere outside was glowing, so you decided to prolong this feeling of freedom for just a little bit longer. You took in the sights from behind the rows of windows that lined the outer wall. Aside from seeing the front gate, a grim reminder that you were still at school, there was much to please the senses. It was the start of a new semester as high school, and Spring was restoring order to the environment. Leaves were regrowing, grass was recovering, flowers were blooming, and the temperature was warming back up. It was perfect weather for a day spent outdoors, but there was no way to leave the school without getting caught. It was a difficult compromise, but you decided to return to the homeroom.

All of a sudden, your attention was drawn to an incident unfolding near the main gate. A few teachers made their way to the gate to deal with an unknown man wrestling at the metal bars. You continued to watch as the bulkiest of the teachers tried to push the man away from behind the safety of the gate. A couple grunts of pain were all you heard, as he clutched his arm in distress. You were shocked to see him collapse to the ground shortly after the attack, somehow incapacitated. It was hard to understand what happened, but that was one of the strongest staff in the school. Surely, he must have been alright. As if you answer your worries, he started to move again. His movements were sluggish, and he immediately latched onto the nearby female teacher tending to his arm. Blood-curdling screams arose from the front gate, as the gym teacher tore into the flesh of this woman's neck with his teeth.

Your eyes widened, as you backed away from the window and tried to make sense of the situation. The school was about to be evacuated, that much was certain, but it seemed like no one knew about this strange event yet. You had free reign over your emergency plans for the next minute or so, before the school would surely erupt into a dangerous clamor of students trying to escape. Time was of the essence, and you needed to make a decision right now.