Prologue
Through The Unknown
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I live an almost average life in this Earth, ordinary life as you would call it. My name is Sen. I am currently fifteen years old; my hair is black and short, my face is average, my height is slightly above average at five feet eleven inches, my physique is pretty strong thanks to practicing martial arts ever since I was four years old. I have all B's in school except for science and PE, where I have an A+ in both. I am quite good at all the subjects if I do say so myself, it's just that I am tired most days and sleep in class. The reason for that is because I can't seem to stop practicing with my swordsmanship. Once I start before I realize it, its past one in the morning. I know that part isn't exactly average, but what can I say? I like martial arts. It gives me a feeling of control in my life.
That said, it's not like I'm popular because of it or anything like that; in fact, I mostly keep to myself because I don't trust people that much. When I talk to people, I end up talking about martial arts, and one way or another, they end up being off-put by me. Due to that, I'm not exactly that close to people in my class and only talk when spoken to out of necessity. Speaking of the class, I go to school in New York City, and the school is called New World High School, which is ironic when I think about what is going on right now. Yes while I have been thinking about how average life has been up to this day, everything is not average right now, in fact, it's not much of a stretch to call it a living Hell, because our teacher was killed right in front of me, but that's not why it could be called a living Hell, it's what happened after. Why. Just why is our teacher, who was killed by some psychotic guy, standing up with intestines dragging on the ground and a missing chunk of his neck.
My mind wanders back to a few minutes ago.
"Sen, SEN," the teacher calls out, "Huh," I mumble out as I wake up. The teacher then asks, "Sen answer the question on the board before I give you detention for sleeping in class for the fifth time this week," and I can thus hear horrible attempts at holding in laughter around the room. I will never understand why seeing someone in trouble could be funny, but I ignore them and start to walk up to the board. I am not even three steps away from my desk when.
*BAbOOOooommmmMMmMMM*
There's a nearby explosion, and the ground starts to shake, I managed to stay up by taking a few steps back. The windows shatter, kids scream, then are frozen with shock, they start to panic after a good seven seconds or so. The shaking comes to a halt, and a girl screams out "J-Jen's injured, she got cut by the glass," I walk over and look at the girl named Jen... There's a large glass shard sticking through her neck. Her eyes are dull and face lifeless, drained of color. I am sure she's dead already, but I check her pulse to help my classmate, Mia, I think, accept that fact. "No pulse... I'm sorry, she's already dead," I gently mention while looking down. The girl starts trembling, and I can hear slight whimpers from her, I walk away and give her some time alone. The teacher is on the floor with a twisted ankle I think, I'm about to help him when-
*BANG BANG BANG*
There's suddenly pounding at the door, and then the door is broken open, and a pale, sickly-looking man who has blood on his mouth and his left arm enter to the right of me. He then looks at the teacher who is whimpering on the floor and stumbles toward him at a slow, unsteady pace. The crying teacher starts backing up, and the weird guy leaps on him and rips through his throat. While this was happening I grabbed a shard of glass while backing up, and what was going through my mind was,
Back to the current time.
The teacher started walking toward me, and I backed up, the rest of the class was either backing up to the wall or falling onto their butts trying to. I turn my head to look at Mia, the girl near the now deceased Jen, and what I find is that same girl tearfully smiling at her dead friend, but I don't understand why she is till I see Jen sitting up. The girl hugs her friend while thanking God. It almost seems nice. But then Jen grabs Mia and proceeds to chow down on her shoulder. All I'm hearing around me are the screams that fill the air. Based on the facts that Jen was dead before, and when she woke up, she bit her friend, and that the teacher who was killed by the first guy started walking. I can only classify this as the fictional Zombies from the movies and games. Fuck my life.
I look back to the front because the "teacher" was getting a bit too close for comfort. I use the fact that they are probably already dead to allow myself to dodge the incoming grab towards me and stab him in the eye, which causes blood to squirt across the side of my face and neck. After a moment, the teacher has stopped moving. I then find my makeshift dagger stuck and two ravenous zombies blocking me. There is also the fact that during this time, three more people have died, so if my assumption is correct, there will soon be five zombies looking for food. I look around me and find a bat near a locker and a pair of scissors to my left. I grab the scissors only to get bit by the zombie who ate the teacher on my leg. I kick him off in a panic and take the scissors and jam it into the zombie's ear. It didn't die. It isn't deep enough, so I grab its head and slam the scissors onto the ground, driving it deep into the brain. It finally stops moving.
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Just then, I notice someone else who was bitten but did not die right away. The girl who was with zombie Jen, Jen, attacked someone else after biting the girl's shoulder. That same girl who's bite was bad but not very deep turned deathly pale, then stopped breathing. She then stood up and attacked a nearby student.
I go to the door and meet face to face with a beautiful girl, just one problem. I think she would be much more attractive with her intestines IN her...Yup, a zombie. I back up out of her grasp and proceed with skull smashing. Sorry. I leave the probably once lively and beautiful girl and hobble down the hallway at a decent pace. My destination is the nurses' office. I'm going to see if I can rest and patch up there. I don't care much about anyone in this school, so I'm perfectly fine seeing their corpse's coming towards me as I bash their skulls in and continue past them on the way to my destination. After four minutes of a combination of walking, hobbling, and bashing later, I arrive at the nurses' office. The handles locked, I knock and say, "Open the door, or I'm breaking it down," and I wasn't lying. I was starting to feel dizzy, and hot, the infection is most likely spreading, so I'm not thinking too clearly. I hear the door click, and they open it, the person who was in front of me was probably the nurse, she is pretty, and only looks to be in her late twenty's her proportions are good with an hourglass figure, and her face is cute. She has light brown shoulder-length hair.
I simply don't care at the moment, though, and go in and shut and lock the door, then block it with a few chairs near it. I turn around and ask, "Can you help me patch up my leg. I'm pretty sure the amount of blood I've lost is not good." However, she stares at me in shock, I look behind her and notice a mirror which has me in it to which I remembered I have a bit of blood on me from the teacher and by a bit I mean half my face. "Yeah, I had to stab my teacher because he was trying to eat my face... Bet you've never heard that one before, haha, but seriously I am feeling dizzy here so can you patch me up please" I say with a tired expression on my face showing. Apparently still in shock she just stands there for a few seconds, then says hurriedly "Oh right, sorry about that, let me grab some medicine and bandages than" and goes and grabs some bandages and stuff then brings it back. She doesn't ask me any questions, probably because I look like I'm about to die, which I probably am. She washes the wound, which doesn't look too deep, and applies medicine to the bandages. After using the medicine, she wraps my leg with the bandages. After finishing, I give her my thanks and say, "I'm going to lock myself in a room. If I knock three times hard, then two times softly, it's safe otherwise block the door and don't unblock it."
While I say that she gives me a weird look to which I respond with, "This way is safer for you. Alright?" She answers with, "OK." It seems she doesn't talk much, oh well, that makes it that much easier on me.
I walk into one of the rooms in the office, shut the door and lock it, I then go lay down on the bed. I think back to just a bit ago when I simply abandoned my class. I wouldn't say I'm a terrible person; however, I'm not what exactly a kind person either. It's not like I would just abandon anyone, however, I really just don't have any attachments to this school and usually don't trust people easily. I am only worried about my little brother and sister. They are twins named Luke and Lucy, and my mom died giving birth to them when I was three. Then my dad became a drunk and died in a car accident half a year later, that same year, I took an interest in martial arts to distract my childish mind. We were put into our aunt and uncle's care. They were horrible and just wanted the insurance money and barely even fed us, and we only wore second-hand clothes. By the time I was six, my uncle had started physically beating on me as a 'stress relief,' and my aunt would make me go days without food for the smallest of things.
Not finishing chores on time, a few minutes late getting home due to the bus getting stuck in traffic—almost anything when she was in a mood. By the time I was eight, I had taken beatings for my younger siblings a lot of the time yet still couldn't protect them entirely, by this time I had many scars on my back. At eleven, I went out to do odd jobs to feed my younger siblings, aunt and uncle took a majority of the money. Thirteen I got into a lot of fights, stealing money from other punk that ganged up on me. I saved up enough money to buy a camera through odd jobs and hid it to record my 'uncle' beating me three times in one day, and our aunt throughout the week of our so-called 'meals' then called the police. I had been beaten nearly to death, and the police never investigated further. It was then that I learned about corruption. At Fifteen, I have finally practiced martial art to the point of being strong enough to scare my 'aunt' and 'uncle' and protect myself from them, and I keep the money I earn for my siblings and me.
Throughout my life, NOT ONCE has someone been there that I could trust and depend on other than myself, and the only real family I have right now are either in danger or worse, dead. I can't waste time on people I don't care for, in fact, I don't want to rest here either, but I have no choice since I'm probably about to die.< I hope Luke and Lucy are OK> As I think that the world starts to fade till all I can see is darkness...