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Lissa tripped once again, causing me to scowl. She got up from the ground, muttering an 'ow', and we continued on our trek. Both of us are covered in grime, personal hygiene being a thing of the past. As we near a clearing, I shush her, even though I know it doesn't matter. There's nothing left here that relies on hearing for survival. Creeping through the clearing, I think back on these past few weeks. The people who have died, so that Lissa and I could live. The people who should have died, but haven't yet. I had many questions, and few answers. I didn't know much, but I was sure as heck that Lissa and I were the only two with beating hearts within hundreds of miles.

Five Days Until the Zombie Apocalypse

Glaring at the dull grey wall, in the cramped and overcrowded office, I started thinking. I knew why I was sitting in one of the uncomfortable chairs lined up outside of the principal's office. Not even twenty minutes ago, I had punched Lissa in the nose. But Ella? Dylan? All the other people in my personal space? It was easy to guess why a few were here. Iggy and Gazzy were the school's very own pyromaniac. And Lissa was probably complaining about her broken nose.

"So," Gazzy says, breaking the silence. All eyes turn on him, and he shrinks back in his seat. "What got you guys in this mess? Iggy and I are obviously here because of the stink bomb in the girls bathroom."

Lissa pauses from filing her nails, and looks up with a somewhat impressive glare. In a menacing (or as menacing as Lissa can manage) tone, she says, "That was you? That ruined my whole day, you twit!"

Before a fight could break out, Nudge buts in. "I'm pretty sure that the school found out that I hacked into the computer system."

Angel just rolls her eyes at her mocha skinned friend. Afterall, Nudge hacking into the school website wasn't her greatest feat, by far. "I had to escort Dumb and Dumber over there here, because they couldn't be trusted to walk down themselves." She says, pointing over at Iggy and Gazzy, who both looked up from tinkering with a few pieces of metal.

"Lissa, Brigid?" I ask.

Lissa pulls at her white denim shorts. "Apparently we have a dress code, and these shorts are too short."

Nudge's eyes widen. "But those are so cute!"

"I know, right?! But of course, I'm getting a detention because the staff at this school has no sense of fashion."

"Well, I got caught texting in class."" Brigid says.

"That was you?" JJ asks. "We could hear you shouting that 'At least you had friends who didn't have to pretend to like you' from across the hall!"

"What are you in for, JJ?" Iggy asks.

"The biology teacher didn't exactly agree with my choice to release all the frogs from their cages."

"What are you doing here Sam? Aren't you supposed to be one of the good kids?" I ask. I only knew Sam because of my siter, but even I knew he was wicked smart. He was in most clubs with my sister, and they had come to be friends, despite Sam being two years older than her.

He looked almost sheepish. "Well, I was up real late studying last night. I was tired, and fell asleep in class. Mrs. Walker dropped a book on my desk, and I shouted 'That is mahogany!' really loudly. Not my best moment."

Ella patted his arm. "You managed to quote The Hunger Games in your sleep. It was your best moment, even if it was just the movie." Then she goes back to reading, practically at the end of her book.

Just then, Jeb, our principal, opens the door to his office. "If you all would-"

"Noooo!" Ella screeches. We all look over at her to see her hyperventilating. Her book, The Mark of Athena, has tumbled out of her hands and onto the ground. She takes a moment from her heavy breathing and for the first time, notices us all staring at her. She blushes and tries to explain herself. "Percabeth... tartarus... wha?" It's Sam's turn to pat her shoulder, muttering something about 'trolls, his Uncle Rick, and life ruiners '.

"Putting that aside," Jeb begins. "If you would all just step into my office for a moment." We all file in, as I bite my tongue to keep in my comment about never really having a choice.

"Now, I'm pretty sure most of you know why you're here." Jeb begins throwing some of us, including me, distasteful looks. "Some of you have been causing a lot of trouble for this school. We've decided that instead of giving those people a month's worth of detention, we'd try something new.

"All of you will participate in a... club of sorts. I won't have any part in deciding what you do in it, as long as it keeps certain people out of trouble. Now, I'll leave you all in my office for a few minutes, to decide what kind of club you'd like to hold." Jeb steps out of the room, and leaves us in an awkward silence.

"Well," Iggy draws out, "I suggest we start talking before Jeb picks a club for us."

Ella, who was having a hushed conversation with Sam, immediately perks up. "Sam and I think we should have a book club! That way we could all talk about how-"

"No." Lissa immediately shuts down. "I so don't read. Next."

"What about a designing club?" Nudge suggests.

"And then we could donate the clothes to a homeless shelter!" Angel adds.

I look over at Fang, leaning against the back wall with his arms crossed. "What do you think, Fang?" The only response I get is a raised eyebrow, so I turn back to the group.

"Quidditch?" I hear Sam ask.

"We could have a dog walking club. At least then we'd be getting something out of this stupid thing." Dylan tries, half heartedly.

"I'm allergic to dogs, dill weed." Ari says.

"What about a cooking club?" JJ asks. "You guys could cook, and Max and I could eat all the food!"

I'm about to say that that sounds good to me, when I get a glance at Iggy's t-shirt. It has a picture of a zombie shuffling across the front, and some words I pay no mind to. I nudge JJ until she looks at the shirt, then lock eyes with Iggy.

He had noticed us staring at his t-shirt, smirks. I tilt my head, and JJ smirks. I turn to the others. "I know what we're going to do."

"This'll be good." I hear Brigid mutter.

"You bet it will be!" Iggy exclaims. "Because we're going to teach all of you guys how to defend yourselves from zombies. You can thank us now."

"I think you're forgetting that zombies don't exist." Dylan says.

"Yet. You forgot the yet." JJ states.

"Well, even if they do exist, that's what Area 51's for. There's not going to be a zombie apocalypse, guys." Angel says.

I gape at her. "You're telling me, you believe in Area 51, but you don't believe in zombies?"

I get nods from everyone, and Angel says, "Pretty much, Max."

Iggy sets them straight. "You won't think that when a zombie is gnawing on your flesh. You'll be wishing that you actually listened to me. Then, you'll return home to your family. You'll think everything is fine, it's just a bite mark on your arm. But when your family starts looking like a piece of sirloin, don't come crying to me. 'Cus I'd just shoot you."

Iggy, JJ, and I walk out of the room without looking back. If we had, I'm sure we would have see the others gaping at us like fish.

"Hey, Jebby!" I say, as we pass him talking to his secretary.

He just sighs. "Max, I've talked to you about this multiple times. To the students, including you, I'm Mr. Batchelder."

"Yeah, okay, Jeb. Anyways, we've decided on a club." I reply.

"Oh, good. What's it going to be then?" He asks.

Iggy answers. "We're calling it How to Survive the Zombie Apocalypse."

Jeb's smile falters. "I was thinking about something more... educational. I heard Ella and Sam suggest a book club. Why don't you do that?"

I simply raise an eyebrow. "Of course not..." Jeb mutters. "Fine, just please don't wreck the school."

"I'm disappointed you'd think I'd listen, Jeb." I say, walking back into his office. "HTSTZA is on!" I announce.

"HTSTZA?" Fang asks, speaking up for the first time since we got here. "What does that mean?"

"How to survive the zombie apocalypse, duh!" Iggy explains. "Get with the program, guys."

"Well, now that that's done I'm out. First meeting will be tomorrow after school. If you don't show, don't expect to get credit for this. See you suckers tomorrow at 3:15!" And with that JJ walked out of the room.

"Wait," said Ari "Don't we get any say in this? What about democracy? Freedom of the people and all that jazz?"

"First of all dude, this is high school. Get over it. Secondly when around Max, there's only Maxocracy " Iggy said, walking out the door.

"He's right." I say with a shrug. Then I too, left the room, running to catch up with JJ and Iggy.

And though we did not know it, us forming that club led to misery, pain, and even death.

So, if I do keep reposting chapters, it will probably be one to two week updates in between chapters. That way I have time to edit a few chapters ahead. I'm not sure how many I will repost though.

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10/6/13