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Fenrir chapter 16

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Chapter 16


Breathing, sleeping, yet not. Time passes, it is not marked, it never has been. Time is but a measure of relativity. I make my own time.

"So what do you think he is?" A low voice, male.
"I dunno, maybe he's a cat person?" Another voice, also male.
"A cat person? Think horror movies man. We just saw a zombie, it's gotta be something like that."
"What like a werewolf?"
"Exactly!"
"He doesn't look that hairy." A new voice, one of the mormon guys.
"No one asked you."
"I'm gonna touch em." A feminine voice.
"No!"
"Stop!"
"You'll wake him up!"
A thin finger pokes my ear. I don't react. The hand pinches the ear, moves it a bit. On a reflex my body flicks the ear, prompting the girl to move away. I make a noise, and go silent.
"See, he almost woke up!"
"They're real! Ooh they're so cute!"
"Get her out of here."
"But shouldn't we wake him up anyway?"
"Did you see what he did down there? What if he flips out if he doesn't get a rest after that? I say we let him wake up on his own."
"Oh and when did you become an expert?"
"What? You wanna wake him up?"
"No."
A light.
"Hullo, you in there?"
"Get off his face and stop messing with his eyes!"
Darkness again.
"His eyes are all yellow!"
"Wait, what?"
"Come see!"
More light, undefined, just light, registered as such.
"Holy crap, his eyes are weird, look!"
"I knew it, he's a werewolf."
"All the more reason to let him sleep."
Darkness, the absence of light. They leave the room.

Leather pads beneath me. I open my eyes to find myself in the nurses office. I can't seem to remember if the school actually has a nurse to go with the office. The leather pads make squeaking noises as I move to get up. The door is open and I can clearly hear conversation. Something about buses and the phones not working right. I gather that they can't reach the police, and the buses aren't answering either. Cellphones aren't working well. Either they don't pick up, or the people they reach can't do anything for them. But I gather that the majority of phones seem to be dead or out of service. The land lines are even worse off. Anyone who picks up the phone and puts it to their ear blacks out. When they wake up they can't remember picking up the phone.

Another major problem seems to be the people outside. The only word that properly describes them is zombies. They look very obviously dead, but they don't act like it. Whenever someone goes near a window the things go totally insane and beat on the doors like maniacs. They can't get through the doors or glass but they're sure as hell not the zombies we all think about when the word comes up.

On top of that no one is staying in their classrooms. They gather with friends and plan possible escape routes, ways to barricade doors, where to hole up. The teachers don't like this kind of talk, it's their responsibility to keep the students safe, and it's not safe outside. All protocols say to keep them in class and lock the doors till police arrive. The fact that the only police officer in the school is dead is not encouraging. No one knows what's going on outside, so the safest thing is to stay put. This idea of staying put didn't bode well for me. If more showed up and surrounded the building we wouldn't be able to get out. I don't even know what my limits are, so I have to assume they'll tear me apart like anyone else.

I have to say, staying put seems like a good idea. The school is a freaking 60s bomb shelter, the best fortress we could ask for. But with so many people, the food is going to run out quick, no matter how well we ration it. Staying put is assuming help will arrive. And so far it doesn't seem like that's going to happen. So my first thought it to get out of there and get... Something. I need to stop making things up as I go.

It wouldn't be good for anyone to stick around and get trapped. So the first order of business is figuring out a way to get everyone out of the school and to somewhere safe. Of course that idea works like shit if everyone's walking. Cars, most of the people at this school have their own car. Two whole parking lots full. I decide it's time to get out into the halls and see what I can see. So I grab my sunglasses, get my ears down and slip into the halls. A low murmur permeates the halls despite the lowered number of students. I reach the door on the east side that leads to the east parking lot. Peering through the wire reenforced window I find the parking lot looks clear. Not as many cars as there should be, but plenty should the need arise. I decide to head back to class, wait for the administrators to come to a decision.

Upon reaching the senior hall a loud WUMP carries through the building. The sound confuses me for a second, then I rush back to the east door. Others are already gathered there watching the disaster unfold. The windows are tinted orange as flames begin to make their way across the crowded parking lot, engulfing cars in greasy flames. A single figure can be seen running between cars, stopping only to cheer at the destruction. We realize he's the one setting off the cars.

I shove my way through the crowd and open the door. "Open the door for me when I get back. I gotta stop him." Before anyone can try to stop me I've slid out the door. The hail has given way to a light drizzle, no where near enough to even slow the flames. Hell, a fire hose would have a tough time. The figure was far too close to the flames as he set another car to blow. I didn't take the time to see how he was doing it, I just grabbed his shoulder and spun him around. The stink of burning flesh washed over me.

The face I saw was most definitely aware and intelligent, but his eyes seemed deranged. His body was covered in blisters, bad ones, from being so close to the flames. "Burn," he whispered, an ember escaped his mouth as he moved his hand to my face. His hand seemed to glow as I understood how he had lit the cars off. A bolt of fear shot through me and by the time I realized where I was I had hit the ground about 6 yards away rolling onto my hands and knees. The flamer tracked me, a look of bewilderment was on his face. It soon changed to a kind of disturbed glee that I had felt myself. No greater high than the kind true power brings.

He raised his hand towards me and shot what seemed like pillar of fire at me. I hopped to the side still down on all fours. The car that had been behind me was gutted stem to stern. It promptly exploded and tossed me as soon as a touched the ground. I rolled onto my feet this time and ran for the door. This brought to my attention the zombies that had been sprinting straight at me, they were already almost on me. As I past them they clumsily turned and chased me. This ensured that they burned nice and crisp as the ground behind me was set ablaze. The intense heat spread across my back as hundreds of blisters bubbled on my back.

In the scant few moments this took place I saw the door open ahead of me, the other were screaming and reaching. My shirt caught fire. I dove into their arms as my hair caught fire. I was quickly drug around the corner in a mass of yelling teenagers. We moved down the hall as the the windows on the doors shattered from the heat. The heat chased us up the hall in a single mass of bodies. Hands were patting me to put out my burning shirt and hair as the crowd rushed down the hall. The hall intersected with another and the crowd dispersed  every which way.

Safely put out I followed others back down into the senior hall. The fire alarms where going off, a loud beeping noise. But no one seemed too keen on the idea of going out into the rain and waiting for a fire truck. A group of senior guys and a few girls ran to get fire extinguishers. I recognized a large senior football player I knew from physical education carrying an aluminum baseball bat. He was chasing a kid who looked like a junior in the direction of the west parking lot. I decided to follow them.

We were joined by a tall kid as the kid in the lead shouldered his way through the heavy doors. We followed out into the west parking lot. The kid we'd been following ran to a black ford bronco with a large front bumper designed for rock climbing, the top was off but the interior seemed to be so utilitarian it didn't matter. The bronco was set nearly two feet off the ground. The kind of behemoth only a crazy redneck could love. Of course it was exactly the car I wanted right now.

The tall kid was trying to get in his suped up dodge neon when an explosion occurred in front of the school. The fire bug was moving west. I jumped into the back of the bronco and hung onto the roll bar. Several undead rounded the side of the school and made a beeline for the first warm body they could see, the tall kid in his neon. He didn't even have it started yet when they hit the car running. The bronco lurched forward and turned to bear down on the undead. We got two, blocked two others with the truck. Three had already busted out the window of the neon and were trying to get the tall kid out.

The football guy hopped down and started swinging. The two who we blocked were quickly climbing into the bed with me. I smelled the fear coming off the driver, he was completely exposed with the broncos open back. I sympathized with his fear, over the roar of the fire you could hear them screaming. A vision of their vocal cords bleeding came to me. One pulled itself in. I grabbed the things bloody mop and slammed its head against the roll bar. It was dazed so I did it again, harder. It's skull shattered as the second grabbed my arm and tried to bite me. A snarl that sounded very little like me escaped my throat.

The heel of my left hand made a dull impact on its forehead. Turning I shoved the thing off its feet and down into the bed. I quickly hauled the thing up by it's shirt, placed my hand on its chin and slammed the back of its neck down on the top of the tailgate. It went limp, but it's face and eyes still moved. The truck rocked as the tall kid and football guy got back in. They had barely done so when the bronco shot into reverse. Flames licked the ground in front of the truck as moved to the back of the school.

"The gate!" The tall kid yelled. A single swing away bar gate stood between us and the street. It was chained and locked.

"Keep going!" I yelled. The impact threw us toward the rear and tore the one of the anchor posts out of the asphalt, but we got through. We hung on as the bronco flipped around and accelerated up the street, away from the school. We rounded a corner and and football guy told the driver to stop and park for now. I shoved the the bodies out of the truck and sat down to rest. My back had already healed, leaving the back of my shirt partially melted and sticky with puss. We all sat still for a moment, panting."What now?" I asked. But no one there seemed to know.
People should keep in mind, I plan to redo this whole story once I finish it.
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its awesome thats all i can say right now