The taste of vomit was stuck in his mouth now, but Ren did not have a fleeting thought about it. The two were inside the school now. They currently had no run in with any zombies since the outbreak, which was good. However, they did have to stop every once in awhile, mainly because Ren's headaches. Despite the screaming thoughts of the remaining school body and the dead static from those flesh eaters, the most revolting thing was the decreasing amount of thought. Moments before death flashed across his mind, and then turned to dead static. This seemed to happen more often, and there were less and less thoughts in ratio to the dead static. That only meant one thing: the students were dying and the zombie population was growing. His friends, classmates, even people he never talked to were now gone.
Ren had gotten a hold on himself a little, better at controlling his telepathy to a very small radius around him. He felt some students running down the hall the floor above them unknowingly where several zombies were right behind the corner. Ren squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating so that he would not have to see it in his head. Their screams were heard down the staircase.
Lenore glanced at Ren, a little curious and confused. He kept getting these headaches, and at other times, looked so focused. She wondered what was wrong. But there was no time. They had to get to the faculty room where there hopefully were some keys. The two moved quickly, stopping every now and then. And then Ren stopped completely. He looked so scared, and frozen. Lenore searched for answers, and then glanced down the hall. A couple of zombies sauntered around, just lingering there. Lenore swallowed, remaining ever silent as the two stood there. They hid next to some lockers.
Ren could read Lenore's thoughts. What should they do? What now? What? What? What? Ren bit his lip, knowing that they had to protect each other and stick together. They had each other to think about; it was their duty. Ren calmed down, tightening his grip on his baseball bat before running forward.
Ren had never killed anything in his life. Ants didn't count, nor did flowers. He didn't know if it was considered murder for killing something 'undead'. He trembled over the two bodies, looking down at his hands. Nothing made sense anymore. Morals made no sense. He glanced to Lenore, who stood there looking at him. Ren opened his mouth to say something, but Lenore screamed first.
One of the zombies grabbed his leg, struggling to lift itself to bite him. Ren gaped, slamming the bat into its head before it could in some sort of craze, shaking off the dead hand. He was severely creeped out and stepped back a little.
"It seemed you have to hit their heads. Just like the movies," she murmured, walking up next to him. She still held the baseball, not knowing why. Maybe it'd prove useful. She pointed to his bat. "Keep that," she stated, "and let's keep moving."
Ren had gotten a hold on himself a little, better at controlling his telepathy to a very small radius around him. He felt some students running down the hall the floor above them unknowingly where several zombies were right behind the corner. Ren squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating so that he would not have to see it in his head. Their screams were heard down the staircase.
Lenore glanced at Ren, a little curious and confused. He kept getting these headaches, and at other times, looked so focused. She wondered what was wrong. But there was no time. They had to get to the faculty room where there hopefully were some keys. The two moved quickly, stopping every now and then. And then Ren stopped completely. He looked so scared, and frozen. Lenore searched for answers, and then glanced down the hall. A couple of zombies sauntered around, just lingering there. Lenore swallowed, remaining ever silent as the two stood there. They hid next to some lockers.
Ren could read Lenore's thoughts. What should they do? What now? What? What? What? Ren bit his lip, knowing that they had to protect each other and stick together. They had each other to think about; it was their duty. Ren calmed down, tightening his grip on his baseball bat before running forward.
Ren had never killed anything in his life. Ants didn't count, nor did flowers. He didn't know if it was considered murder for killing something 'undead'. He trembled over the two bodies, looking down at his hands. Nothing made sense anymore. Morals made no sense. He glanced to Lenore, who stood there looking at him. Ren opened his mouth to say something, but Lenore screamed first.
One of the zombies grabbed his leg, struggling to lift itself to bite him. Ren gaped, slamming the bat into its head before it could in some sort of craze, shaking off the dead hand. He was severely creeped out and stepped back a little.
"It seemed you have to hit their heads. Just like the movies," she murmured, walking up next to him. She still held the baseball, not knowing why. Maybe it'd prove useful. She pointed to his bat. "Keep that," she stated, "and let's keep moving."
[ I feel we need a teacher/adult character now... ]
