Act 4: Day of the Undead Sophomores
It didn't take but a minute to reach the east wing of the school, a secluded hall with several class rooms that hadn't been taught in for some time, aside from the one used for in-school detention. Cole waited for Amanda to enter the class first and find her seat among the several desks scattered though out the class in no particular order. The rebel followed in behind her, taking a seat on the opposite end of the room.
"Home sweet home," he thought looking around the class: there was one window to the back of the room, blocked by stacked desks, and caged on the outside to protect it from any stray balls from the outdoor courts it faced. He had been there so many times before it just seemed like another period in his day. There was only one thing missing...
"Where's Coach Reynolds?" Cole wondered aloud.
"Shut up, man! You wish you were that lucky." Kevin said, laughing a bit as he took a drag of the cigarette and passed it to Jeremy.
"Dude, I'm serious. She was all over me!" Jeremy explained taking a few puffs of the cigarette.
"Oh, crap! Toss the cig. Here comes Mr. Reynolds!" Kevin urgently hissed, as he saw the coach rounding the corner of the back of the gym.
Jeremy fumbled nervously before dropping the butt to the pavement and stomping it out.
"I thought I'd find you two, jack wagons, out here. Aren't we supposed to be in in-school detention?" The coach asked while nearing the two.
The pair of sophomores looked at one another guiltily.
"You girls need..." Mr. Reynolds words had begun to trail.
The two teens followed the teacher's stare behind them where at the other end of the building there were three abnormal looking men. The Coach squeezed past the two boys and moved closer to the three. Instantly he could tell they weren't students.
"You three are trespassing on school property. Get out of here!" Mr. Reynolds yelled as he continued walking closer.
The three responded with silence.
"Are you, meth-heads, listening? I said get the hell out of here. I don't want to have to call the cops!" The coach threatened, yet the group remained deathly quiet.
Coach Reynolds slowly came to halt as the three men came into a clear view. They weren't men at all, but were what were left of men. They were dressed in torn bloody military garb, and their faces were mutilated and missing in some areas. Their breathing was inhuman, almost animal like, and their eyes were blood shot, filled with a never before seen hunger. The teacher slowly started backing away.
The three creatures without word bolted forward in a mad dash. Coach Reynolds immediately turned and started sprinting away from the monsters.
"RUN!" The teacher screamed to the boys. Kevin and Jeremy didn't think twice and took off.
The coach didn't get far before one of the things had tackled him from behind, sinking its teeth into his shoulder. Mr. Reynolds shrieked with pain, stumbling from the weight of the creature before finally collapsing to the ground. The other two monsters didn't stop; they kept sprinting, chasing after the two boys...
"Did you hear that?" Amanda asked abruptly.
"Huh?" Cole glanced at her.
"It sounded like a scream..."
"Oh, so you're talking to me now, princess?" The rebel said smirking.
Amanda sighed with annoyance. "What the hell is your deal? What did I ever do to you?"
Cole thought for a moment. One incident came back to him, one time that stood out, but he pushed it to back of his mind where it belonged.
"Is it really that hard to figure out? You're the future prom queen, and I'll be voted most likely to be a career criminal." It sounded good, but it really didn't have anything to do with why he went out of his way to torment her.
"Whose fault is that? I can't help I'm popular, but you can certainly stop being an ass," she said harshly. "Maybe if you stop with all the pranks and the making fun of everyone--"
"Whoa there, your highness. Maybe," he emphasized the word. "You should take a look at the people you hang out with, or even better that meathead boyfriend of yours because he bullies his way around school like nobody's business... but, let me guess, it's okay because he's popular?" Cole retorted, venom dripping from his every word.
Her look slowly softened as she realized what he had said was true. The cheerleader finally just rolled her eyes, turning away from the rebel. "I don't even know why I wasted my breath,' Amanda muttered as she looked away.