Another post? Holy karp! I have so much I need to tell my five loyal readers about (And by loyal I mean they probably just stumbled on this on accident for some reason and will never read it again) (And by have so much I need to tell you about, I mean I sadly have nothing to tell you about.)
Umm... so, yeah. I've been spending time at school, my computer crashed again, and it's almost 12:30 right now which is normally very early for me. On normal nights I'm up till about 3:30 or so, simply because I get bored, but I feel strangely tired tonight, so I'm probably going to hit the hay right after typing this entry. I have no access to any caffeinated drinks this weekend. No cokes, no green tea, nothing. Really straining my system.
However, my computer is fixed now, and I hope to be able to keep this updated atleast for awhile. Still writing stories which I hope will get out there someday, but my mind and imagination is getting way too far ahead of my ability and/or motivation to type it all out. I have stories in my head literally three or four books ahead of where it actually is on paper, not proving too well.
Also, looking for a capture card that could be used to record a gaming podcast me and my friends hope to start called Gamer Gunner Runner (GGR), of which I'd be one of the hosts. We hope to be able to entertain atleast a few people and have a lot of fun with making GGR, and we really hope that it turns out atleast MADE.
Oh, and Frank West (Dead Rising) confirmed for American release of Tatsunoko VS Capcom. Awesome. Extremely awesome, looks fun as hell to play as.
Anyways, my eyes are now drooping considerably, so, I'll call it a night. Good night, you strange, random blog reading bastard!
9/18/09
And So Another Post Comes
Another post, cause you're just so looking forward to them, aren't you? You weird, random blog reading bastard...
Anyways, I'm sitting here next to my friend (We'll just call him "Code Name Friend"... wait, no, Code Name Flaming Tiger. THERE WE GO), and we're playing Sims 2 for lack of anything better to do.
He's creating his Sim to torture, and taking extremely long at it. C'mon, Flaming Tiger, hurry it up!
Ah, Flying Tiger just threatened to destroy me... or was it Flaunting Tiger... meh, I've forgotten. Let's just refer to him as "Gordy."
In other news, we're heading to a Japanese Festival tomorrow for a day of fun, taikos, gaming, sushi, anime, manga, sushi, sushi, and raw fish. Oh, and soybeans, but who really gives a crap about them anyway?
Okay, okay, sorry... you, umm, you matter, alright?
Umm... yeah, anyways, I'm bored, if you can't tell.
Well, I think I've said enough... or typed it... iunno. Anyways, tiem 4 sleepy.
Bye weird random blog reading bastard! A_A
~Doba
Anyways, I'm sitting here next to my friend (We'll just call him "Code Name Friend"... wait, no, Code Name Flaming Tiger. THERE WE GO), and we're playing Sims 2 for lack of anything better to do.
He's creating his Sim to torture, and taking extremely long at it. C'mon, Flaming Tiger, hurry it up!
Ah, Flying Tiger just threatened to destroy me... or was it Flaunting Tiger... meh, I've forgotten. Let's just refer to him as "Gordy."
In other news, we're heading to a Japanese Festival tomorrow for a day of fun, taikos, gaming, sushi, anime, manga, sushi, sushi, and raw fish. Oh, and soybeans, but who really gives a crap about them anyway?
Okay, okay, sorry... you, umm, you matter, alright?
Umm... yeah, anyways, I'm bored, if you can't tell.
Well, I think I've said enough... or typed it... iunno. Anyways, tiem 4 sleepy.
Bye weird random blog reading bastard! A_A
~Doba
9/17/09
Another Post!
:O
What's this? Another post! EGADS! WHY ARE YOU READING THIS BLOG!?
Eh, oh well, I have it, might as well write on it, right?
Well, as I sit here watching "The Mask," I'm still bored... I know, you'd think watching that movie would have me entertained, but it really isn't... It's almost over. Hey, it's over now, now it's America's Funniest Home Videos...
Hmm...
Anyways, I'm going to a Japanese Festival in two days... excited.
Guh, I'm totally lost as to what to talk about...
Though I must say, I've rather enjoyed having a blog so far, very interesting, even if nobody reads it. (Except you, you weird person...)
In other news:
Kanye West is a Jackass.
Now, I'm not a big fan of any of these people... IMO Beyonce and Taylor both sing like banshees and Kanye's just a two year old, but seriously!? What the hell was going through his mind? He was honestly surprised when they booted his ass out of there? Gah, spoiled ass brat celebrities, that's our problem...
I'm officially done with Season Two of my Teen Titans watch through. "Aftershock" moved a little faster than "Apprentice," but had a much better ending, even if it was slightly sad. Though I did feel sorry for Terra, after the first part I felt she deserved it all. OH well, she was deep down my second favorite Titan, next to Raven of course.
I saw 9. I'm not gonna spoil anything about it because it was amazing.
Other than that, I have nothing more to speak of... yeah.
Wel, kthxbai.
~Doba
What's this? Another post! EGADS! WHY ARE YOU READING THIS BLOG!?
Eh, oh well, I have it, might as well write on it, right?
Well, as I sit here watching "The Mask," I'm still bored... I know, you'd think watching that movie would have me entertained, but it really isn't... It's almost over. Hey, it's over now, now it's America's Funniest Home Videos...
Hmm...
Anyways, I'm going to a Japanese Festival in two days... excited.
Guh, I'm totally lost as to what to talk about...
Though I must say, I've rather enjoyed having a blog so far, very interesting, even if nobody reads it. (Except you, you weird person...)
In other news:
Kanye West is a Jackass.
Now, I'm not a big fan of any of these people... IMO Beyonce and Taylor both sing like banshees and Kanye's just a two year old, but seriously!? What the hell was going through his mind? He was honestly surprised when they booted his ass out of there? Gah, spoiled ass brat celebrities, that's our problem...
I'm officially done with Season Two of my Teen Titans watch through. "Aftershock" moved a little faster than "Apprentice," but had a much better ending, even if it was slightly sad. Though I did feel sorry for Terra, after the first part I felt she deserved it all. OH well, she was deep down my second favorite Titan, next to Raven of course.
I saw 9. I'm not gonna spoil anything about it because it was amazing.
Other than that, I have nothing more to speak of... yeah.
Wel, kthxbai.
~Doba
9/16/09
Hmm...
No posts for awhile... I guess I haven't had anything interesting to talk about. Oh well, I deleted the last five posts, as they all sucked. That story belongs elsewhere. I'll try to post more later, as I'm tired from raging insomnia at the moment, but I'll post my thoughts about 9 and other things tomorrow I guess...
Oh well, cya'll.
EDIT: Or atleast I tried to delete them... oh well, I'll figure it out some other time.
Oh well, cya'll.
EDIT: Or atleast I tried to delete them... oh well, I'll figure it out some other time.
9/11/09
So, Yeah... That Was Silence
Long, I know. But SHOOSH. You sound like Helix!
Crap, I just referenced a friend... GAH.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed, again, not sure why you're here, but thanks for being here and reading anyway.
Crap, I just referenced a friend... GAH.
Oh well, hope you enjoyed, again, not sure why you're here, but thanks for being here and reading anyway.
Silence ~ Day Three
This time, Jordan woke up peacefully. So peacefully, in fact, he thought he was back home in his room, sleeping on his bed. Any moment now his dad would burst in the door and tell him to wake up because it was noon. Everything from before was all a dream, it had to be. Melanie and Matteo dying, people getting up after being killed, being trapped in the school...
... It had to be.
Jordan opened his eyes, ready to smile and sigh in relief, but he wished he hadn't. The room around him wasn't the familiar green walls with a computer in the corner, but instead it was the science room they had taken refuge in the night before. It was a feeling of sadness and disappointment like Jordan had never known.
He slowly heaved himself up, realizing he was sleeping on a table. The first thing he noticed about the room around him was that it smelled awful. His eyes went wide, and he quickly jumped off the table, scanning the room. He didn't see a single one of those things inside the room, just Jack, Brian, and Renae. So where the hell was the smell coming from?
Walking over to Renae, he saw what was causing it: chemicals. She was mixing them into small handmade containers, and they all smelled equally like crap. Jordan looked over to see Jack sitting on the other side of the desk, and decided to ask him instead of disturbing her.
"So, what's going on." He asked quietly. Despite his effort, it was still Renae who answered him.
"Creating a bad scent. If they can track us and each other by the way we smell, then we'll just have to cover up the smell with a different one. Jack's idea, genius really..." She explained, and Jordan had to admit that it was a pretty good idea, except...
"What if my theory's wrong? In that case, this wouldn't have any effect." He argued.
"I doubt that, your theory seems to be pretty spot on." Jack replied. "Besides, if it doesn't work, we have all the stuff we need to defend ourselves."
"A lot of good that's done us so far." Jordan said with a pained laugh. "Three out of five of our original group are dead, and we're still trapped in the school."
"Then we'll just have to make sure nobody else dies, now won't we?" Jack replied.
"I don't think it's that simple..." Jordan began.
"It could be." Jack answered before he could go on, and Jordan had to admit that it was a pretty convincing comment. He decided to simply nod in reply.
"Okay, well, she should be done soon. We should probably get ready to go, we both know we won't be getting any help from him..." Jack said, gesturing to Brian. Brian, hearing this, turned around to face them.
"You think I should care about what happens to you idiots? The only person I care about is me, and that's the way it's gonna stay. I don't give a crap if you live or die, as long as I survive." He said, then turned around and continued ignoring them. Jack shrugged, and the two of them began to gather supplies.
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Ten minutes later, the capsules were finished. They smelled awful, an strong ammonia scent with a few others mixed in. They were, at last, ready to make a final run for the roof. Basic positions, Jack at the door and the other three ready to run out the second the door opened.
"Alright, you guys know the plan." Jack said. "Head for the stairs, get out the window, climb up on the roof. We all clear?"
The group nodded in agreement, and prepared to go. Jack counted down from three, and then thrust the door open...
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The smell worked, it seemed, because the group was ignored by the things flooding the hallway. They could walk around through the crowd, and they wouldn't pay them any attention.
"Aw, man. This is too easy! These things are more retarded than I thought if this is all it takes to trick them." Brian was laughing at the things that had converted his life into a living hell. Some of the crowd stopped moving. The other tree signaled him to shut up, but he just laughed at them.
"They can't hear me! They're just a bunch of-!" He was cut off mid sentence as one of them tackled him from behind. As it bit him, he screamed louder than any other member of the group had. At this, the entire crowd stopped moving. When Brian was finally dead, the hall was completely free of sound...
Until Jordan realized... They were listening for breathing.
"Go!" He yelled as the crowd began to charge at the trio. Not much fighting was needed to get to the stairs, but the stairs themselves were covered. It reminded Jordan of how the stairs always used to look on a school day...
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It took what Jack estimated to be twenty minutes for the three of them to fight their way up the stairs. There were less of them up there, but still a whole lot of them. All charging at them at once, it was extremely difficult not to lose your balance and go tumbling down the stairs, but he managed.
Renae wasn't so lucky. She was tackled, and sent over the railing to her death. Jack cringed at the sound of the two of them hitting the ground. He noticed Jordan moving forward and continued to follow him. He was tackled by one, causing him to fall towards a table. His attacker clipped its head on the corner of the table before it could bit him, and he cut his leg on the edge.
Jordan quickly helped him up, and they both continued moving down the hall. He looked out the window, and all of his hopes and plans were crushed...
They were on the roof, too. Some of the windows were open, so he assumed that's how they'd gotten there. Jordan saw this too, and instantly started looking in every classroom they passed. He seemed to be looking for something particular, but he failed to mention what it was.
When they reached the third classroom down the hall, he seemed to have found what he was looking for, because he grabbed Jack's hand and threw him into the room.
"What are you doing?" He yelled, as he noticed Jordan wasn't coming into the room himself.
"Neither of us are going to survive this, I can guarantee that. There's a video camera in there, use it! I'll buy you some time, just make sure people know what happened here!" Jordan yelled in response, closing the door between them before Jack could reply to his directions.
He didn't know what to do... So, he walked over to the camera, picked it up, and turned it on. Full battery, how fortunate. He sat for a moment, thinking about what he was going to say while blocking out the constant thuds on the door.
Then he hit record.
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"My name is Jacques Rudel. I'm the last survivor of what was once a group of seven. For the past three days we've been chased around West High School. I'm currently taking refuge in one of the higher rooms, where I've found this video camera. However, I know for sure that very soon I will not be a survivor anymore. I'm recording this so that anybody who finds it will remember the group that fought beside me. There names were..." He paused for a second.
"Ashley Williams."
The vain and extremely attractive girl, taken down in the hallway when she refused to defend herself.
"Matteo Cordoba."
The dedicated ROTC student, taken down in the hallway in front of the eyes of his childhood friend.
"Brian Welter."
The annoying and selfish one, taken down due to his own stupidity.
"Renae Stevens."
The teacher, tackled to a plummeting death.
"Melanie Richards."
The girl that wanted to be everyone's friend, victim of an excruciatingly painful death.
"..Jordan Schupp."
The quiet outcast, sacrificing himself so that Jack could make sure their story was known.
"Thank you..." He said, finally turning the camera off. He looked out the window to see a sky blackened with smoke.
Then Jack, Jacques Rudel, turned to face the door as they broke the door down.
Anybody alive to listen at that moment would've heard a short struggle, the knocking over of desks, and then...
Silence.
... It had to be.
Jordan opened his eyes, ready to smile and sigh in relief, but he wished he hadn't. The room around him wasn't the familiar green walls with a computer in the corner, but instead it was the science room they had taken refuge in the night before. It was a feeling of sadness and disappointment like Jordan had never known.
He slowly heaved himself up, realizing he was sleeping on a table. The first thing he noticed about the room around him was that it smelled awful. His eyes went wide, and he quickly jumped off the table, scanning the room. He didn't see a single one of those things inside the room, just Jack, Brian, and Renae. So where the hell was the smell coming from?
Walking over to Renae, he saw what was causing it: chemicals. She was mixing them into small handmade containers, and they all smelled equally like crap. Jordan looked over to see Jack sitting on the other side of the desk, and decided to ask him instead of disturbing her.
"So, what's going on." He asked quietly. Despite his effort, it was still Renae who answered him.
"Creating a bad scent. If they can track us and each other by the way we smell, then we'll just have to cover up the smell with a different one. Jack's idea, genius really..." She explained, and Jordan had to admit that it was a pretty good idea, except...
"What if my theory's wrong? In that case, this wouldn't have any effect." He argued.
"I doubt that, your theory seems to be pretty spot on." Jack replied. "Besides, if it doesn't work, we have all the stuff we need to defend ourselves."
"A lot of good that's done us so far." Jordan said with a pained laugh. "Three out of five of our original group are dead, and we're still trapped in the school."
"Then we'll just have to make sure nobody else dies, now won't we?" Jack replied.
"I don't think it's that simple..." Jordan began.
"It could be." Jack answered before he could go on, and Jordan had to admit that it was a pretty convincing comment. He decided to simply nod in reply.
"Okay, well, she should be done soon. We should probably get ready to go, we both know we won't be getting any help from him..." Jack said, gesturing to Brian. Brian, hearing this, turned around to face them.
"You think I should care about what happens to you idiots? The only person I care about is me, and that's the way it's gonna stay. I don't give a crap if you live or die, as long as I survive." He said, then turned around and continued ignoring them. Jack shrugged, and the two of them began to gather supplies.
Ten minutes later, the capsules were finished. They smelled awful, an strong ammonia scent with a few others mixed in. They were, at last, ready to make a final run for the roof. Basic positions, Jack at the door and the other three ready to run out the second the door opened.
"Alright, you guys know the plan." Jack said. "Head for the stairs, get out the window, climb up on the roof. We all clear?"
The group nodded in agreement, and prepared to go. Jack counted down from three, and then thrust the door open...
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The smell worked, it seemed, because the group was ignored by the things flooding the hallway. They could walk around through the crowd, and they wouldn't pay them any attention.
"Aw, man. This is too easy! These things are more retarded than I thought if this is all it takes to trick them." Brian was laughing at the things that had converted his life into a living hell. Some of the crowd stopped moving. The other tree signaled him to shut up, but he just laughed at them.
"They can't hear me! They're just a bunch of-!" He was cut off mid sentence as one of them tackled him from behind. As it bit him, he screamed louder than any other member of the group had. At this, the entire crowd stopped moving. When Brian was finally dead, the hall was completely free of sound...
Until Jordan realized... They were listening for breathing.
"Go!" He yelled as the crowd began to charge at the trio. Not much fighting was needed to get to the stairs, but the stairs themselves were covered. It reminded Jordan of how the stairs always used to look on a school day...
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It took what Jack estimated to be twenty minutes for the three of them to fight their way up the stairs. There were less of them up there, but still a whole lot of them. All charging at them at once, it was extremely difficult not to lose your balance and go tumbling down the stairs, but he managed.
Renae wasn't so lucky. She was tackled, and sent over the railing to her death. Jack cringed at the sound of the two of them hitting the ground. He noticed Jordan moving forward and continued to follow him. He was tackled by one, causing him to fall towards a table. His attacker clipped its head on the corner of the table before it could bit him, and he cut his leg on the edge.
Jordan quickly helped him up, and they both continued moving down the hall. He looked out the window, and all of his hopes and plans were crushed...
They were on the roof, too. Some of the windows were open, so he assumed that's how they'd gotten there. Jordan saw this too, and instantly started looking in every classroom they passed. He seemed to be looking for something particular, but he failed to mention what it was.
When they reached the third classroom down the hall, he seemed to have found what he was looking for, because he grabbed Jack's hand and threw him into the room.
"What are you doing?" He yelled, as he noticed Jordan wasn't coming into the room himself.
"Neither of us are going to survive this, I can guarantee that. There's a video camera in there, use it! I'll buy you some time, just make sure people know what happened here!" Jordan yelled in response, closing the door between them before Jack could reply to his directions.
He didn't know what to do... So, he walked over to the camera, picked it up, and turned it on. Full battery, how fortunate. He sat for a moment, thinking about what he was going to say while blocking out the constant thuds on the door.
Then he hit record.
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"My name is Jacques Rudel. I'm the last survivor of what was once a group of seven. For the past three days we've been chased around West High School. I'm currently taking refuge in one of the higher rooms, where I've found this video camera. However, I know for sure that very soon I will not be a survivor anymore. I'm recording this so that anybody who finds it will remember the group that fought beside me. There names were..." He paused for a second.
"Ashley Williams."
The vain and extremely attractive girl, taken down in the hallway when she refused to defend herself.
"Matteo Cordoba."
The dedicated ROTC student, taken down in the hallway in front of the eyes of his childhood friend.
"Brian Welter."
The annoying and selfish one, taken down due to his own stupidity.
"Renae Stevens."
The teacher, tackled to a plummeting death.
"Melanie Richards."
The girl that wanted to be everyone's friend, victim of an excruciatingly painful death.
"..Jordan Schupp."
The quiet outcast, sacrificing himself so that Jack could make sure their story was known.
"Thank you..." He said, finally turning the camera off. He looked out the window to see a sky blackened with smoke.
Then Jack, Jacques Rudel, turned to face the door as they broke the door down.
Anybody alive to listen at that moment would've heard a short struggle, the knocking over of desks, and then...
Silence.
Silence ~ Day Two
Jordan was jolted awake by yet another scream of pain from Melanie. Since everybody but Ms. Stevens had laid down to try and sleep they'd become more and more frequent, but this one was louder than the others. Jordan immediately jumped up and rushed over to her, seeing that Jacques and Matteo had done the same.
Her leg still hadn't stopped bleeding, but Ms. Stevens had it under control enough so that it had significantly gone down. She was apparently still in great pain that was starting to get worse, and had said her vision was getting blurry and that she was getting nauseous. She was sweating and breathing hard, and generally looked pretty bad.
"There's nothing you three can do." Ms. Stevens said, looking up at the clock which luckily still worked. "It's about 6:30, the computers should be working now."
Jacques quickly ran over to the computer as Jordan looked around the room to find Brain and Ashley, both of which annoyed him greatly. They'd both been equally useless yesterday, Brian only working to defend himself, and Ashley doing pretty much nothing but shouting directions. He hated to say it- or did he?- but one of them should've been in Melanie's place.
"Hey, it's working!" Jacques yelled. Jordan and Matteo quickly rushed to his side as he logged in. Once the computer finished loading, Jacques clicked on the internet explorer icon. The internet loaded perfectly, it was fortunately still up.
"Move, let me try something." Matteo said, getting into the computer chair. As he did this, Jordan noticed for the first time that his ROTC uniform was practically painted red with blood. In fact, now that he looked around, everyone's clothes were. It was a bit eerie to see, sending chills down his spine with just the sight.
Matteo, meanwhile, was logging onto a forum he was a member of. At first glance there seemed to be no new posts, until he scrolled to the bottom, a new post was shown in General Discussion. The topic was titled "Any Other Survivors?" So far, seven replies had been posted. Matteo clicked the "Post Reply" button, and began to type.
"I'm alive, six others with me. Does anybody know what's going on? Is this happening all over the world, or is it just in the states?"
Pressing the submit button, the message was posted. The three then began to wait for a reply, refreshing the page every minute or so. It didn't take long for a reply, only about ten minutes or so.
"I don't really know what's going on, but from the way it's spreading I'd guess a virus. As for if it's happening all over the world, last time I heard parts of Japan and pretty much all of Australia haven't been hit yet. I'd guess a bit of Indonesia as well. Otherwise, we know the UK is gone, most of Europe, Asia, and Africa, too. All of North and South America is gone. Last I heard, China was violently defending themselves as much as possible. Other than that, I haven't heard anything else."
Matteo refreshed again to find somebody else had posted. No words in this post, just a world map. A key to the map said that the areas that had been hit were red.
Everywhere except for the locations given by the first poster were a blood red color...
The world was gone...
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Several hours had passed since then. Jacques had tried to call 911 and his house, to no avail. Melanie's screams of pain had become louder, and now she was throwing up small amounts of blood. Brian was still asleep, as it seemed that was what he was best at. Ashley had since woken up and gone straight to a mirror, much to Jordan's annoyance.
"My freaking hair is all messed up..." She said, clearly ignoring Melanie's latest cries. Jordan decided he couldn't take it anymore, enough was enough. He quickly got up, dodging one of Matteo's quick attempt to stop him. Suddenly, all eyes were on him.
"Are you serious? Do you even care about anything? Those things are flooding the school, no, the whole damn world! All of our friends, our families are dead! Someone in this room is in more pain than any of us could even imagine! All this and more is happening all around you, and you're complaining about your hair!" Jordan stopped himself from slapping her, and walked back to his seat. "You should be the one lying here, not Melanie. Offense intended."
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It was almost twelve hours since day two had officially started. Brian had finally woken up nearly two hours earlier, yet still proceeded to do nothing. It had been a rather uneventful time since Jordan's outburst at Ashley. According to their sources, in the time since they'd last checked: China was gone, Indonesia as well. Australia and Japan were beginning to get hit, and fast.
In other words, things seemed to be getting steadily worse around the world. Nobody in the room had heard a military jet fly overhead, no helicopters, no sirens, nothing. In fact, the only military defense attempt anybody had ever heard of since it all started was the one in China, and that hadn't lasted very long. Granted, there was little to no communication available right now, but there should've at least been something! This was pathetic!
"She's convulsing!" This shout shattered the thoughts of everybody in the room. As the heads turned to Ms. Stevens and Melanie, who's chest was thrusting up and down, and it seemed that she was gasping for breath.
"Her lungs are filling with blood, and it looks like she's choking on a large amount as well." Ms. Stevens said in a panic. Jordan rushed over to them.
"What do we do?" He asked, his eyes begging her not to tell him what he knew the answer was going to be. Unfortunately...
"I don't know, I'm a science teacher not a doctor!" She yelled, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself down. "I don't think there's anything we can do. We just have to let her die at this point..."
...She said it.
Jordan was speechless, all he could do was drop to his knees next to her. There were no tears, this was not a time for tears. He didn't even know if he had any tears to give.
"I'm sorry..." He said. Then he said it again, and again, and multiple times after that. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he didn't care. He said it anyway. After the longest few minutes of his life, Melanie's convulsing stopped, and she died.
Jordan immediately got up and silently walked over to the other side of the room, his back to her corpse and everybody else. He put his head against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to get everything and everyone out of his mind.
"Holy crap!" His attempts were crushed as Brian shouted, and he turned around to see Melanie, alive and charging at him. He was sure he'd die right then and there, but Matteo saved him by swinging a hockey stick into her face. Melanie's body instantly fell limp to the floor, and for a long few minutes nobody did anything but stare at it. There was nothing else they could do. It seemed like hours before Jacques spoke.
"It's the bite... This proves it. It has to be." Jacques said quietly.
"Makes sense..." Jordan said in a voice full of sorrow. "It explains how it spread so fast and why not everybody is effected. If it were airborne, foodborne, or waterborne, everybody would be effected. This explains the speed it's spreading... First person bites one, both bite another, so on and so forth."
Everybody tried to think on this new development, but were interrupted by a large thud on the door.
Then another.
Then another.
"What the hell are they doing?" Jacques said. Jordan wasn't sure he could answer that question. They seemed to be trying to break down the door, but why all the sudden? Jordan racked his brains trying to figure it out. He took a deep breath, and it came to him instantly.
The smell.
Melanie had only died about ten minutes ago, it shouldn't have smelled as bad as it did right now. Not this quickly, atleast. Maybe...
"It's the smell." Jordan spoke out loud.
"What do you mean?" Matteo said, a confused look on his face that mirrored those of the rest of the group.
"Melanie smells too bad for how long ago she died, and it's spreading through the air. They're not attacking each other, so there must be some method they have of telling each other apart from normal people. They all smell really bad for having just died yesterday, maybe it's how they tell us apart from them, we smell differently. Now they smell her, and they know that we could be in here too, so they're trying to get in." Jordan explained his theory in full. It made perfect sense to him as he said it.
The group thought on the possibility for several minutes. It was quite awhile before anyone actually said anything, but Matteo was the first to speak.
"If that's true, then we can't stay in here... we have to move." He said. "But we can't just go without a plan, like we did last time. We need to know where we're going this time."
"Right, I agree. So where would be a good place to go right now?" Jordan asked.
"The roof." Jacques answered. "Get on top of the top floor halls. They probably won't be able to climb, and we'll be seen if a helicopter happens to pass over."
"It's a good idea, but we'd never be able to make it in one run. My room is just down the hall, halfway between here and the stairs. It would make a suitable checkpoint." Ms. Stevens said.
"So that's where we'll head, then." Jordan said as another thud sounded on the door. "We better make it fast, too. That door won't hold up much longer. Grab all you can, and make it fast!"
The group began scuffling around the room, grabbing all the defensive weapons and other equipment as they could. Noticing that Ashley was doing nothing, Jordan grabbed a hockey stick and marched up to her.
"Here." He said, forcing the stick into her hands. "Try actually doing something this time."
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Ten minutes later, everybody was at the door and prepared to fight their way through the crowd of creatures outside. Jacques was once again braced and ready to open it.
"Alright. Three, two, one!" He threw open the door, bashing quite a few people aside at the start. The group immediately ran straight into the horde of people, bashing any one of them that got too close as they made their way towards Ms. Steven's classroom at the end of the hall.
A scream sounded out from the hall, and Jordan whipped around to see Ashley had been overpowered and brought down.
Good riddance. Jordan couldn't help but think that, no matter how horrible it sounded. However, it seemed karma was biting back hard that day, as when Jordan turned back around the first thing he saw was Matteo tackled from behind.
"No!" Jordan yelled, and ran over to his friend's aid, hacking rapidly at the thing on him until he was sure it was dead. But it was too late...
Matteo was now a corpse, staring blankly at the world. Jordan, knowing what he would've wanted, took the bat he'd been holding up from the floor and crushed his skull before he could come back.
He then turned around to see that Jacques had been defending him from behind that whole time.
"Brian and Renae are already in the classroom, let's go!" He shouted over the scuffle of stomping and running feet. Jordan nodded, and they both began to move forward again.
"You're calling her Renae now?" Jordan asked as they ran.
"Titles are pretty much pointless now. I'd appreciate it if you called me Jack from now on." He answered, and the two continued their fight forward.
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When they finally arrived inside the classroom, they saw Ms. Stevens- no, Renae messing with something under her desk, and Brian, of course, was asleep. Renae pulled out a sandwich and split it in half, giving the halves to Jordan and Jack.
Afterwards, Jordan immediately fell asleep.
That night, Jordan had a dream. He was running away from what originally looked like a large cluster of the things his world had been destroyed by, but when he looked at them closely, it turned out to only be Melanie and Matteo. He ran as much as he could, but, in the end.
He died...
Her leg still hadn't stopped bleeding, but Ms. Stevens had it under control enough so that it had significantly gone down. She was apparently still in great pain that was starting to get worse, and had said her vision was getting blurry and that she was getting nauseous. She was sweating and breathing hard, and generally looked pretty bad.
"There's nothing you three can do." Ms. Stevens said, looking up at the clock which luckily still worked. "It's about 6:30, the computers should be working now."
Jacques quickly ran over to the computer as Jordan looked around the room to find Brain and Ashley, both of which annoyed him greatly. They'd both been equally useless yesterday, Brian only working to defend himself, and Ashley doing pretty much nothing but shouting directions. He hated to say it- or did he?- but one of them should've been in Melanie's place.
"Hey, it's working!" Jacques yelled. Jordan and Matteo quickly rushed to his side as he logged in. Once the computer finished loading, Jacques clicked on the internet explorer icon. The internet loaded perfectly, it was fortunately still up.
"Move, let me try something." Matteo said, getting into the computer chair. As he did this, Jordan noticed for the first time that his ROTC uniform was practically painted red with blood. In fact, now that he looked around, everyone's clothes were. It was a bit eerie to see, sending chills down his spine with just the sight.
Matteo, meanwhile, was logging onto a forum he was a member of. At first glance there seemed to be no new posts, until he scrolled to the bottom, a new post was shown in General Discussion. The topic was titled "Any Other Survivors?" So far, seven replies had been posted. Matteo clicked the "Post Reply" button, and began to type.
"I'm alive, six others with me. Does anybody know what's going on? Is this happening all over the world, or is it just in the states?"
Pressing the submit button, the message was posted. The three then began to wait for a reply, refreshing the page every minute or so. It didn't take long for a reply, only about ten minutes or so.
"I don't really know what's going on, but from the way it's spreading I'd guess a virus. As for if it's happening all over the world, last time I heard parts of Japan and pretty much all of Australia haven't been hit yet. I'd guess a bit of Indonesia as well. Otherwise, we know the UK is gone, most of Europe, Asia, and Africa, too. All of North and South America is gone. Last I heard, China was violently defending themselves as much as possible. Other than that, I haven't heard anything else."
Matteo refreshed again to find somebody else had posted. No words in this post, just a world map. A key to the map said that the areas that had been hit were red.
Everywhere except for the locations given by the first poster were a blood red color...
The world was gone...
Several hours had passed since then. Jacques had tried to call 911 and his house, to no avail. Melanie's screams of pain had become louder, and now she was throwing up small amounts of blood. Brian was still asleep, as it seemed that was what he was best at. Ashley had since woken up and gone straight to a mirror, much to Jordan's annoyance.
"My freaking hair is all messed up..." She said, clearly ignoring Melanie's latest cries. Jordan decided he couldn't take it anymore, enough was enough. He quickly got up, dodging one of Matteo's quick attempt to stop him. Suddenly, all eyes were on him.
"Are you serious? Do you even care about anything? Those things are flooding the school, no, the whole damn world! All of our friends, our families are dead! Someone in this room is in more pain than any of us could even imagine! All this and more is happening all around you, and you're complaining about your hair!" Jordan stopped himself from slapping her, and walked back to his seat. "You should be the one lying here, not Melanie. Offense intended."
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It was almost twelve hours since day two had officially started. Brian had finally woken up nearly two hours earlier, yet still proceeded to do nothing. It had been a rather uneventful time since Jordan's outburst at Ashley. According to their sources, in the time since they'd last checked: China was gone, Indonesia as well. Australia and Japan were beginning to get hit, and fast.
In other words, things seemed to be getting steadily worse around the world. Nobody in the room had heard a military jet fly overhead, no helicopters, no sirens, nothing. In fact, the only military defense attempt anybody had ever heard of since it all started was the one in China, and that hadn't lasted very long. Granted, there was little to no communication available right now, but there should've at least been something! This was pathetic!
"She's convulsing!" This shout shattered the thoughts of everybody in the room. As the heads turned to Ms. Stevens and Melanie, who's chest was thrusting up and down, and it seemed that she was gasping for breath.
"Her lungs are filling with blood, and it looks like she's choking on a large amount as well." Ms. Stevens said in a panic. Jordan rushed over to them.
"What do we do?" He asked, his eyes begging her not to tell him what he knew the answer was going to be. Unfortunately...
"I don't know, I'm a science teacher not a doctor!" She yelled, then closed her eyes and took a deep breath, calming herself down. "I don't think there's anything we can do. We just have to let her die at this point..."
...She said it.
Jordan was speechless, all he could do was drop to his knees next to her. There were no tears, this was not a time for tears. He didn't even know if he had any tears to give.
"I'm sorry..." He said. Then he said it again, and again, and multiple times after that. He knew she couldn't hear him, but he didn't care. He said it anyway. After the longest few minutes of his life, Melanie's convulsing stopped, and she died.
Jordan immediately got up and silently walked over to the other side of the room, his back to her corpse and everybody else. He put his head against the wall and closed his eyes, trying to get everything and everyone out of his mind.
"Holy crap!" His attempts were crushed as Brian shouted, and he turned around to see Melanie, alive and charging at him. He was sure he'd die right then and there, but Matteo saved him by swinging a hockey stick into her face. Melanie's body instantly fell limp to the floor, and for a long few minutes nobody did anything but stare at it. There was nothing else they could do. It seemed like hours before Jacques spoke.
"It's the bite... This proves it. It has to be." Jacques said quietly.
"Makes sense..." Jordan said in a voice full of sorrow. "It explains how it spread so fast and why not everybody is effected. If it were airborne, foodborne, or waterborne, everybody would be effected. This explains the speed it's spreading... First person bites one, both bite another, so on and so forth."
Everybody tried to think on this new development, but were interrupted by a large thud on the door.
Then another.
Then another.
"What the hell are they doing?" Jacques said. Jordan wasn't sure he could answer that question. They seemed to be trying to break down the door, but why all the sudden? Jordan racked his brains trying to figure it out. He took a deep breath, and it came to him instantly.
The smell.
Melanie had only died about ten minutes ago, it shouldn't have smelled as bad as it did right now. Not this quickly, atleast. Maybe...
"It's the smell." Jordan spoke out loud.
"What do you mean?" Matteo said, a confused look on his face that mirrored those of the rest of the group.
"Melanie smells too bad for how long ago she died, and it's spreading through the air. They're not attacking each other, so there must be some method they have of telling each other apart from normal people. They all smell really bad for having just died yesterday, maybe it's how they tell us apart from them, we smell differently. Now they smell her, and they know that we could be in here too, so they're trying to get in." Jordan explained his theory in full. It made perfect sense to him as he said it.
The group thought on the possibility for several minutes. It was quite awhile before anyone actually said anything, but Matteo was the first to speak.
"If that's true, then we can't stay in here... we have to move." He said. "But we can't just go without a plan, like we did last time. We need to know where we're going this time."
"Right, I agree. So where would be a good place to go right now?" Jordan asked.
"The roof." Jacques answered. "Get on top of the top floor halls. They probably won't be able to climb, and we'll be seen if a helicopter happens to pass over."
"It's a good idea, but we'd never be able to make it in one run. My room is just down the hall, halfway between here and the stairs. It would make a suitable checkpoint." Ms. Stevens said.
"So that's where we'll head, then." Jordan said as another thud sounded on the door. "We better make it fast, too. That door won't hold up much longer. Grab all you can, and make it fast!"
The group began scuffling around the room, grabbing all the defensive weapons and other equipment as they could. Noticing that Ashley was doing nothing, Jordan grabbed a hockey stick and marched up to her.
"Here." He said, forcing the stick into her hands. "Try actually doing something this time."
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Ten minutes later, everybody was at the door and prepared to fight their way through the crowd of creatures outside. Jacques was once again braced and ready to open it.
"Alright. Three, two, one!" He threw open the door, bashing quite a few people aside at the start. The group immediately ran straight into the horde of people, bashing any one of them that got too close as they made their way towards Ms. Steven's classroom at the end of the hall.
A scream sounded out from the hall, and Jordan whipped around to see Ashley had been overpowered and brought down.
Good riddance. Jordan couldn't help but think that, no matter how horrible it sounded. However, it seemed karma was biting back hard that day, as when Jordan turned back around the first thing he saw was Matteo tackled from behind.
"No!" Jordan yelled, and ran over to his friend's aid, hacking rapidly at the thing on him until he was sure it was dead. But it was too late...
Matteo was now a corpse, staring blankly at the world. Jordan, knowing what he would've wanted, took the bat he'd been holding up from the floor and crushed his skull before he could come back.
He then turned around to see that Jacques had been defending him from behind that whole time.
"Brian and Renae are already in the classroom, let's go!" He shouted over the scuffle of stomping and running feet. Jordan nodded, and they both began to move forward again.
"You're calling her Renae now?" Jordan asked as they ran.
"Titles are pretty much pointless now. I'd appreciate it if you called me Jack from now on." He answered, and the two continued their fight forward.
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When they finally arrived inside the classroom, they saw Ms. Stevens- no, Renae messing with something under her desk, and Brian, of course, was asleep. Renae pulled out a sandwich and split it in half, giving the halves to Jordan and Jack.
Afterwards, Jordan immediately fell asleep.
That night, Jordan had a dream. He was running away from what originally looked like a large cluster of the things his world had been destroyed by, but when he looked at them closely, it turned out to only be Melanie and Matteo. He ran as much as he could, but, in the end.
He died...
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