When Zombies invade Toronto: A Fan fiction by Warden Freeman

Set in a public high school. With Kim (16) and Scott (17).

My day began something like this. I was in school when the bell rang. It's one of those annoying, loud buzzer bells that scares me every it goes off even if I know when it's going to go off. I jumped out of my seat, grabbed my backpack and took off to my next class. Strangely enough, time had seemed to escape me and it was already lunchtime. I made my way to the picnic benches where I always eat. As I sat down, my friend Kim came over to me and told me about something she heard on the news.

"There's a deadly virus going around in Germany. They say it's spreading all over the world. It's making everyone go crazy," she said with wide eyes.

"Oh ha-ha. A deadly virus; I'm so scared. Next time you scare me try a better story." I said with a grin.

"I'm serious! It was on the news!"

"Kim, it's time you stopped believing everything on the news. I mean, what if a..." But I was cut off by a groan I heard a couple feat away. I turned to see my other friend Wallace staggering towards me in some very convincing zombie makeup. I rolled my eyes.

"Wallace, if you wanted my attention you could of asked." I said.

"Uhhh…" Wallace moaned.

I sighed, unimpressed.

"Uh, Scott?" Kim asked.

"Yeah?" I smiled at her. "Pretty good makeup huh?" I said, amused as Wallace still shuffled towards me.

"Yeah, very convincing…" She pulled me under the table.

"Whoa, what's going...?" I stopped because of the look on her face. It was genuine terror.

"D-do you think that he's a zombie?"

"I-I don't think…Just…" I stammered. The truth was, I didn't know what to say. I had only encountered zombies in video games and movies. They couldn't be real… could they?

"I really don't know, but we should run and look for help just in case."

Wow. Look at me being the hero. I amazed myself sometimes.

We ran from under the table and went across the basketball court. There were only a few of the "zombies" but I feared that there would be more along the way. We rushed into the office and locked the door behind us. I was about to say something when the desk lady, Miss Robinson, charged toward us.

"Holy crap! Run!" I screamed.

The desk lady was usually scary, with her crooked nose and double chin, but all zombified and grotesque, she was horrifying. Kim and I scrambled behind the desk and I tried to look for a weapon. I saw a staple gun on the top of the desk and grabbed it.

"What are you doing?" Kim whispered.

"I'm killing a zombie." I said. And with a wink, I hopped over the desk and aimed. Now I have no professional shooting abilities, but somehow I was able to cap it in the face easily. Blood splattered everywhere as I sent bullet (I'm sorry, staple) after bullet into her ugly skull. She fell to the ground after a few hits. I blew on the staple gun MacGyver style.

"Owned, bitches." I felt very proud of myself, but the novelty soon wore off because almost as soon as I killed one zombie, dozens flooded in through the back.

"We have to go, now!" Before we left, I grabbed the zombie lady's car keys and we took off towards the parking lot. "We're going to get out of this town," I said…

To be continued…