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Before anyone else could move, Tracy had grabbed Lucas's hand and started pulling him towards the big double doors that led into the vending machine room.  Most people had lost their heads completely, but nobody in here was bleeding as far as she could tell.  A few that Tracy didn't know, though, were actually pursuing her and Lucas into the hall.  She still wasn't sure of where she was going, but she shouldn't have been surprised when her feet ended up planted right in front of the choir room.

 

She and Lucas, along with the four people that had also chased them, stopped to catch their breath--none of them had noticed they'd been sprinting.  But she swallowed her will to open the choir door and instead peered at the others who'd tagged along.

 

They saw her stares, and one of the girls extended a shaking hand.  "Clair Montag."  She was thin, pale, blonde, and nervous-looking, and she grasped Tracy's hand for barely half a second before pulling away.

 

"Dan Lightman," said the boy at the front of the group loudly.  He was muscly, wearing a blue-and-gold jersey and a crooked smile.  "This is Erika Mumo," he added sweetly, lightly pushing an older-looking, dark-skinned girl to the front of the pack.  She turned around and glared. 

 

"Jeremy Tulley," said the final boy.  He had tousled brown hair and deep, dark eyes, and looked about her age.  The boy rolled his eyes at Dan.  "They're going out, so they're going to be annoying if we're all sticking together."

 

"Tracy Faye," she snapped, whirling around to the choir door again.  There was no 'sticking together', this was something creepy and strange and maybe deadly and any of these people could start bleeding at any moment.

 

Of course, so could she.  A shiver rolled down her spine.

 

She grasped the handle and got on her tiptoes to peer through the small window.

 

A scene of total devastation met her eyes.  There were snow-pale bodies strewn around the room, everything around them drenched in blood.  Their dead mouths were open as though they were still screaming, and every eye that she could see from her pathetic view was wide open and bloodshot.  The corpses' hands were frozen into clawing motions high above their heads, extended towards the closed door.  Whatever this was all about, it showed up fast, and it killed fast.  They looked still alive, like time had just paused for a moment.

 

Tracy pulled away from the little window, doubling over and retching.  Even though she knew she couldn't stomach seeing another thirty--or sixty, or a hundred--dead, seeing those people had reminded her that she had friends.  In classes all around this hall.

 

Just as she spun around towards the algebra room, she noticed Clair Montag's bloody nose.

Reviews

[Daydreamer54]

Wow, that's all i got to see. Vivid imagery here. I liked how u described thew bodies in the choir room, talk about eerie! ^^

[Lyzzy Redd]

TWO FOUR SIX EIGHT, DEATH DEATH DEATH IS GREAT!!

Line from a play I stagemanaged. xD But seriously, this has got to be one of the best stories I've ever read online. I totally get the vibe that no one is safe...Your writing is also very clean and professional, and I never spot any errors. =)