“If you were given the chance, would you rather save the world or yourself?”

“I’ve always been a good-for-nothing, shut-in bastard, haven’t I? Why would that change then?”

“…I guesss you’re right.”

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing~

“There’s the bell. I’ll see you after class, Oli.”

Sigh

Walking down the rackety hallway towardss class, I cover my mouth to stiffle a yawn. I rub my tearing eyes from tiredness and continue my way to class. Stopping in front of the door to my classroom, I notice more holes and cracks that have formed in the wall, showing the inside of the class.

The door making a screeching sound as I open it and step inside. I make my way to my desk and pull the chair out to sit. I place my head in my arms and close my eyes, eavesdropping into any conversations in search of any new happenings.

“That new girl’s pretty hot.”

“Yeah, she’s pretty cool too.”

“I wonder how she ended up in this trash-heap of a school.”

Huh? There’s a new girl?

“That window’s going to fall at any time now!”

I agree, It’s quite hazardous and this is the highest floor.

“I’m hosting a party next week. You guys are going right?”

Nothing intersting.

“Have you heard of the rumor, I heard that there was an accident at the Bio Lab last week,”

“An accident?”

“Yeah. There seemed to have been a big explosion and there was lots of blood from what I heard. The scientist there have also all gone missing!”

An explosion?

Getting intrigued I focus a little more intently into the conversation

“Oh really? I heard there was even a--”

Screeeeeeeeeeeeech—

The conversation gets disrupted as the door opens. From the quietness of the class I could tell that it was the teacher that had come to class. It was quite surprising actually, usually  some teachers won’t even step anywhere near the classroom.

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“…Good morning class.”

The voice was low and authorative. He seemed to hesitate before talking as if disgusted by the state of both the classroom and students. He waited a moment, seemingly scrutinising everything and everyone, most likely including myself, before speaking up again.

“…Today, you have a new P.E. teacher. He will be supervising your physical education lessons so don’t give him too hard of a time…”

I heard his footsteps get further away until they came way to a halt.

“…And wake Oliver up. Head to the gymnasium, everyone.”

He says and steps outside as the class empties. Someone throws a piece of crumpled up paper at my head, I guess to wake me up, and tells me to head to the gym. The piece of paper falls into the pile by the side of my desk.

I open my eyes slowly and lift my head up to see my classmates exiting the class. Standing up, I drag my body outside. I walk in the direction of the staircase but come to a halt as I  get a weird feeling.

I call someone over and tell them to telll the teacher that I had gone to the restroom. They nod and walk away in the direction of their friends, I presume.

Despite not actually needing to go, I still head to to the restroom on the top floor so as to not feel guilty about lying. I turn on the light switch and start washing my face. With the water flowing down my face, I finally start feeling awake. I open my eyes and suddenly hear the sound of a restroom door opening and someone stepping out.

Deciding I’d like to avoid an awkward confrontation, I step inside of a stall. The sound of  flowing water goes for a while as I listen to his voice in an attempt to identify him. Unfortunately, it seems he doesn’t usually talk to himself so as I heard the water come to a stop and the door opens, he steps out.

Waiting for a while to confirm he had stepped out, I open the door just the slightest to peek out. I leave the stall and make my way back to class.

As I step into the empty classroom and to my desk. Ignoring the pile of crumpled up paper and crushed pencils and pens.

Siiiiigh

“I don’t want to do anything…”

Contrary to what I said, I was actually feeling bit more productive than normal. Only a bit though. I pick up the pile on the floor and drop them in the trashcan. I pick up the broom beside it and start to sweep a small part of the class.

Schrieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!-

Suddenly, I hear a shrieking sound coming from a classroom nearby. Panicking a bit, I rush outside and to the door of the classroom that I heard the noise coming from. Stopping beside the outside of the door, I peek inside and get shocked at what I see.

A girl, seemingly petite in size, pushing down a guy into the ground and biting the guys neck. All the other students in classroom seemingly shocked still. One guy, charged forward and tried to pull them apart. He struggles for a bit but is able to pull the girl away. The guy that got bitten staggered for a bit but was able to stand up with his head down.

The girl was quiet for a moment in the other stuudent’s hold. Then, she growled lowly. The student looked at her face and threw her as if his hand was burned.

“Aaaaaaaaah!!”

The boy turns his head towards the noise and sees the bitten guy attacking the unguarded stuudents. He rushed towards the group and tried to hold the guy back.

“What’s going on right now!?”

One guy shouted questioningly. He picked up a chair and tried to defend himself from the girl from earlier that had stood up already. She threw herself on top of him and started trying to bite him. He struggled and kicked her off of himself, throwing the chair into her.

“I’m not sure! That girl just suddenly started trying to attack this guy and biting him!”

Deciding I probably shouldn’t stay here any longer, I rush back to my classroom and shut the door, all in cold sweat.

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“What is happening?”