There's now a pool of throw up in the front of the door.
Once that happens, everyone takes 10 steps away. The smell swirls around the class, and it doesn't take that long to reach the back.
"AUGHHHHHHHHH- DUDE"
"Oh my God."
"EW"
Archer literally got a 4d view of the stuff spewing all over the floor, caking the ground. Now he's gonna throw up if he's not careful. He covers his mouth.
The teacher feigns disgust, making a face that says 'I should retire soon' while looking at their shoes. "...Everyone, silent! I dismiss you, not the bell. You all wait while I call the health room and get a janitor."
Why can teachers even do that? Even if someone did leave, they'd have to go through that big puddle of puke.
..That puddle.
of puke.
Chunks and bits mixed in.
Archer sighs. Whatever, He's gonna go through it. He's already going through it. He just wants out of this stinky class.
So when the teacher goes to their desk to call the office, He simply walks over, opens the door, takes a step over the puddle, and closes it behind him. His friends are too busy texting their friends about this event to notice.
Well, that was anticlimactic. He thinks outside, about to walk to lunch when he feels some chunky stuff under his sole.
He'll go to the bathroom first.
=
Archer practically limps over to the bathroom, taking care in his steps.
What did this guy eat for breakfast? The smell was too acidic and it was bothering him.
He scans the area. Nobody in the stalls.
Minding his business and turning on the sink, removing his shoe. The floor has some water on it. His sock gets wet. Archer feels. Defeated.
He puts his shoe under the running tap to get the orange off, and hopefully nobody walks into this.
He takes a deep breath in. Regret, smells like shitty washroom. Think positive.
Maybe the rest of the day will be better. Maybe it'll take a better turn. Maybe he'll find a 20 dollar bill or something. If his morning was bad, it's got to balance out!..
His shoe is also a bit wet now, but it's not a big deal! Putting it on, it's a bit soggy and moist. He then stomps, making sure it's on nicely.
Archer grunts. "Whatever. Today's Friday, so there should be pizza."
YES! Friday. His saving grace. It's almost the weekend, just a couple hours to go. Thank God it isn't Thursday.
He smiles at the thought. It makes him feel a bit better.
"Hmmm; what'll I do when I get"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGG!!!!!
AAAA!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
"GET- OFF"
A couple screams fill the halls.
Startled out of his thoughts, Archer goes out of the bathroom to check whats going on. Seems it's coming from his classroom. Still not at lunch yet?
Well, either way, it's concerning. He speedwalks back through the halls to math class, not minding the squishy noise his left shoe makes. About to open the door in front of him.
Pausing, His hand hovers over the doorknob.
He can still hear muffled yelling from the other side. Which only makes it quicker to open.
==-
The teachers on the ground, getting absolutely socked in the face, right in front of him.
"BACK OFF! THAT'S OUR TEACHER!!! HEY, WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU-" A guy is using both of his arms trying to hold the person on top of the teacher still, but in the process he gets elbowed in the face.
They collapse on the ground, blood streaming out of their nose.
Archers mouth drops wide open, just standing there. It's the sick guy who was socking the teacher, he has blood on his knuckles, and there's more than just one person out cold on the ground. Probably also trying to restrain him.. The rest are totally cowering in the far corner of the room.
To keep track of time, Archer left 8 minutes ago.
The class looks like a tornado just went through it. Chairs are on the floor, papers and other material are scattered everywhere along with those students.
Oh, and there's some new blood on the ground, too.
A concerning amount decorates the floor beside the people on the ground.
Archer can quite literally taste it. He unconsciously bites his lip while looking at this disturbing scene. Stepping around the earlier puke puddle, the bodies, they've definitely just passed out.
Right?
Yeah, no, something definitely isn't right. He looks at the corner of students again.
"Uhh, Guys? The doors open now. Gonna leave..?" The whole crowd looks at him in unison. They don't move.
"You're all acting weird. Why are you guys huddled like that?"
One of them barks at Archer. One of them sniffles after.
"Uh. Okay." He doesn't know how to respond to that, so he shifts his field of view to sick guy, Max.
When he looks over, Max is already looking at him, stumbling back up. He has a couple nail scratches on his face.
Oh shit, Archer knows this isn't good. he feels his palms get clammy in an instant.
Max seems more like the scared one.
Backing away quickly, "STAY AWAY! STAY AWAY FROM ME!"
His tone makes Archer nervous. "H-Huh? I'm not doing anything?" He looks back down at the teacher to not look at Max.
His face is smashed in.
How did he skim that over?
Archer loses his balance at the sight, gagging, gagging, then throwing up while leaning on a desk closeby.
He hacks a bit before wiping his mouth, proceeding to gasp at the standstill body. "IS-IS he OKAY? OH MY GOD, WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY CALL AN AMBULANCE? WHAT THE FUCK IS EVERYONE DOING??" Archer takes out his phone, about to dial 911.
Max snatches the phone out of his hand before anything else, His eyes confused.
"What're you doing? You CAN'T DO THAT? WE CAN'T TRUST THEM." Archer gags again at Max's absolute reeking BREATH. Max throws his phone to the ground, absolutely shattering his phone screen.
Archer backs away, what is this insane bitch talking about? He should just run out at this point. There is a reason he left early. Why did he even come back again?
"Where're you going? Where're you going? Are you going to get more people?" Max tries to grab his hoodie but Archer just barely dodges.
"NOOO! Hey, why don't.. You just stay here??? I'll be back.. pinky promise! hahaha!"
Max sounds like he's having a panic attack. "I DON'T-" he violently pushes a desk to the floor, breathing unsteadily. "TRUST YOU."
Archer is shaking like a leaf, his nerves getting to him. He backs up steadily, stepping on a passed out person's hand whilst doing so.
Max follows him, keeping distance.
He slowly goes through the door. This guy is practically daring him to leave. He stands there, waiting for Archers next move.
They have a staring contest.
Those next few seconds pass like years.
..Before Max attempts to tackle him. He opens his arms, proceeding to charge towards the other.
In the next few moments Archer tries to snap out of his frozen state, maneuvering behind the door.
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