Zombie High by Shawn Kass Read Free Book Online

another to be the
first to reach you.
    Hugging your bitten hand to your chest, you
attempt to flee but the pain and fear are clouding your
thoughts, and you have no idea where to go. By the time
you turn around, they are already too close, and you only
make it a few steps before they’re on you, dragging you to
the ground like a pack of lions bringing down a wild
antelope, each one clawing and biting at whatever part of
you they can reach.
    It only takes a few moments before you are
consumed by their frenzied hungry mouths, and the last
thoughts you have are, ‘ Never fight a zombie without a
weapon. ’
The End
Taunt the Zombie
    With the door closed, you watch through the small
wire mesh lined glass window of the door as the zombie
slams its body against it repeatedly trying to get to you.
After the third time, you see that the zombie has no idea
how to use the handle, and are emboldened by the idea
that it can’t reach you. Tentatively at first, you stretch
your hand out towards the glass and watch as the zombie
scrabbles its hands across the glass pane trying to grab
you, too stupid to just turn the handle.
    Knowing now that the zombies must be the dumb
variety as described in Mark Tufo’s first book, Zombie
Fallout, you decide to use this moment to tease the
undead monster, something you wish you saw more of in
movies, books, and TV shows. Cockily, you step right up
to the door and press the flat of your palm against the
glass, and watch as the zombie insanely attempts to bite
you by thrusting its face into the door. Black blood oozes
out of several open breaks in its skin from this, and two of
its front teeth break against the metal frame around the
window.
    Confident beyond reason, you decide to go further
with your taunting and do something no one has ever
done before in any zombie situation. Turning around, you
unhook your belt buckle, drop your pants, and bend over
to moon the zombie. Whether he understands what
you’re doing and is offended by it or if it is simply the sight
of more of your flesh exposed, it drives him over the edge
and his previous attempts to get at you become pale in
comparison with his current exertions which have grown
to a new frantic desperation.
    As you look back over your shoulder laughing at the
zombie, you fail to notice the door across the hall slowly
creak open. The zombie stuck in the classroom continues
to make more noise as he watches his meal, you, being
closed in upon by a pack of three other zombies who have
literally caught you with your pants down. By the time
you look forward and notice that you’re being
surrounded, it’s too late and as you scramble to get away,
you trip over your own clothes landing face first into the
floor allowing the closest zombie to sink its teeth into your
exposed behind while your last thoughts are, ‘Never take
time out to moon a zombie.’
The End
Run and Look for Help
    Leaving the zombie safely behind the closed door,
you turn left and begin heading up the hall quickly and
quietly, searching for signs of life from someone who
might be able to help. Along the way, you pass by student
murals and display cases with student projects from
earlier in the year, but nothing notable catches your eye
as useful. Looking into several classrooms though the
window in their doors, you find that the carnage you just
witnessed is everywhere. Thinking for a moment you
might be able to call someone for help, you pass by the
school library only to find that most of the books lay
scattered on the floor and the computers look like they
were thrown at zombies. There are several bodies on the
ground, but since you can’t tell if they are alive, dead, or
something in between, you decide to leave the library
doors closed and continue on.
    Further up the hall, as you pass a door, you notice a
slight flutter in the curtain covering the small door
window. Stopping, you realize that this is the teachers’
lounge. The curtain, obviously meant to