There will be mentions of death, suicidal thoughts, curse words, and improper spelling due to one of the characters age. The improper spelling is to capture the feeling of him being a child.

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¤¤¤Lance The Bi-fi¤¤¤

My heart was beating quickly. I was hiding in the bathroom. That's normal. What wasn't normal, was outside said bathroom, several infected were stumbling around trying to break in. I was in a stall, the one next to me had been occupied by God knows what. I was trying to think, what happened? What caused this?

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I heard the intercom sounded several times, calling for someone. I had not been paying attention until there was a inhumane screech coming from it. I immediately jumped up, I muttered, "What was that?" I stood and left the room, despite my teacher's calls for me to come back.

As I wandered through the hallway, I heard groans. Asking myself if those were normal ones or not, I slowly walked towards the stairs. I looked down and nearly screamed. There was a dead body on the ground. Or well, an undead body. It was crawling up the stairs, scratching the ground each time it tried to move forward. I stumbled backwards, tripping over something behind me. Too scared to see what it was, I got up -as quick as humanely possible- and scrambled down the stairs. Fuck the zombie crawling up the stairs, the one behind me was more terrifying. Unless it was nothing there, and I was running from air.

God I wish it was air. Nothing but the swirling, lovely, fresh air would have been nice. But no, life had to fuck me over and let several zombies sneak up behind me. And of course the moment I got downstairs, it was swarming with little undead, preschoolers, kindergartners, first graders, and second graders. Yeah the highschool I go to, isn't much of a highschool. It's more of an all-grades-allowed kinda school. I don't know what the fuck is up with that. But like back to my life sucking ass.

Fuck life in the ass man, this shit is fucking unfair. Like super fucking unfair. I reared up and bolted back upstairs. Yeah, no, death by undead babies was not gonna happen. Ignoring the zombies that I bumped into, nearly getting bitten as I swayed the fuck out of the way, and sprinted toward the one place I felt safe. The bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, I locked it from the inside, and hid inside a stall.

From inside the stall, I hear muffled screams I was sure were coming from the classrooms.

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Well. That did not help anything, nor did it explain anything. Except for why I'm in the bathroom.

AnYwAy, my life is on the line, I'm hoping this is all a joke, and I'm just Lance McLain in the bathroom.

I tried to think about how this all happened. It could have been some contaminated food. Wouldn't be surprised at that, these chefs can't cook for shit. I heard a banging in the hallway when I stepped out, but it was coming from the lockers. Perhaps someone had been locked inside one, and released some kind of neurotoxin. Or maybe-

My thoughts were interrupted by a sound from the next stall. I immediately froze up, hearing what sounded like choked sobs. They sounded like...a young child. Oh my god, there was a kid crying in the bathroom. Wonder if his name is Michael. Wait- Lance stay serious! No breaking the fourth wall. I shook my head, and listened into whatever the kid was saying. "I...(more choked sobs were heard)...wanna...go...home..!"

I unlocked my own stall, try to keep tears from running down my face. This poor kid...

I walked out of my stall and went to the one next to mine. I could literally hear the poor kid freeze up. As I opened the stall, slowly as to not frighten him anymore than he was already, the kid tried to move farther back, but was unable due to him being in a closed space. "Sh, sh, it's alright, I won't hurt ya, buddy. Come on out, okay? I'm here to help." I said, reaching out my arms a little. The kid hesitated, before coming out of the stall. I gave him a warm smile, and upon that sight, the kid jumped at me, giving me a hug as he cried. "Shh, quiet down now, you're gonna be alright. You'll be fine, nothing can hurt you right now." I whispered, holding him tightly in my arms.

His cries died down, though he would jump each time the zombies banged on the door. I looked at him, smiling as brightly as I could. "What is your name?" I asked. He didn't look up, but he answered, "M-my name ith Mawco." He said. Marco. That's his name, the kid is so young, he can't even pronounce R's and S's. "How old are you, Marco?" "Thith many." He held up six fingers. A first grader. How did he manage to get up here without getting hurt? Never mind that, I've gotta get Marco and I out of here. But...how?

Maybe I could distract the zombies, but...then I'd have to leave Marco alone. I can't do that.

"Hey, Marco, wanna know my name?" "What ith it?" "Lance."

He smile up at me, "Wike the one from the thow Vowtwon?" Oh my god this kid is adorable, he can't pronounce L's either. Wait- he just broke the fourth wall. Shit, so did I.

"Uhh, yeah." I said, before putting him down. "I'm a blue Paladin, and It's my job to protect you!"

I feel bad for the fourth wall police.

"Yay! [Adorable gasp] Do you have a bwue Wion?!" He asked. Well, uh... I actually did. My family bought a Lion and dyed it blue. They thought it was funny. But..uh, my dad kinda took it to the wild and let it loose. "..Yeah."

I had to figure out how to get is out, and fast. As I was coming up with a plan, there was a loud clang coming from the hall, like someone broke a locker.

Immediately after, I hear the footprints of what sounded like dozens of undead /killers/ sprinting down the hallway. I took hold of Marco's hand, starting to walk towards the door.

I peaked out slowly, and noticed there was nothing out there. Taking the opportunity to leave the bathroom, I picked up Marco and ran out. The door, luckily for us, didn't make that loud of the sound.

ΩMarco The CutieΩ

Me and my Paladin were traveling quietly, trying not to bring the sleep walker people.

They did not seem to like noise. Not one bit/e/. If Darco were with me and Lancey, he would probably try hurting them. I don't want anyone to get hurt! Even the sleep walker people. They were unable to know that they were hurting each other because they were sleeping.

Darco and Polo- my brothers, if you didn't know- had not come to school today, I believe. I can never be sure, because my mommy and daddy don't like me seeing them. They constantly. called them "disgraces to the family" and "disgusting things" and "sinners" but I don't think they are. In fact, I think they are amazing and nice and really really cool!

I miss my big brothers. Hopefully, I'll get to see them soon.

Me and Lance were walking towards the stairs, hearing an inhumane screech. It sounded as if it came from upstairs. It had too. Lance made sure I was aware we were not going up there. Even though something in my head made me wanna go up there. I just had this feeling in my heart, someone I knew what up there. I begged Lance, but he was not gonna go up there.

I decided to listen to Lance, because he was nice enough to even bring me with him, when I was such a bother anyway.

As we made our way to the halls, the lights shut off. Lance winced, as if he was wishing this would not happen and then it did happen.

"I was seriously hoping this didn't happen."

Oh.

"I can't thee too good, why a￦(r)e the wightth (lights) off?" I asked, mentally hating how I sounded when I spoke.

"I don't know, Marco. Maybe...I'm guessing power outage." Lance said, picking me up again. I held on, feeling as though Lance was something I felt my own father wasn't. If I could even call daddy that. He's evil. Sometimes he makes me wanna fly away, and be with the man in the sky.

Lance looked at me, as if he could sense something wrong. I just put a smile on my face.

Lance sighed, and looked forward. "We've gotta--" Before Lance could get his sentence out, a screech rang out. And a sleep walker person was sprinting towards us. "Fuc- QuIZNak!" Lance started running too, I tried holding on, but he was running too fast, and my grip wasn't tight, and neither was his. I fell to ground, on my back. I started crying because it hurt. Lance had stopped and was scrambling back to try and pick me back up.

I couldn't see what was happening, because my eyes were filled with tears.

I could hear a scream seconds later, and I couldn't move. I thought something my soul left my body so I could feel anything, but no, it wasn't me who screamed. It was Lance.

The next thing I saw, someone with a what I think was called mullet held a sharp thing in his hands. A knife, I think. He had cut the sleep walker person's head off, some kind of way.

"Lance! Are you okay?"

"K-Keith..?"

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MULLET MAKES AN ENTRANCE~!