Night of the Dead
"Ah, Mr. Hunter?" you call, uncertainly. Your science teacher, who was excitedly going into detail of how some fungi or whatever could attach itself to an animal, stopped abrubtly. His head slowly turned towards you, as if he was a robot that needed oiling, and he said in a cold, almost mechanical voice,
"Yes? What is so important that you must interupt my lecture? And isn't there such a thing as...raising your hand?"
You cringe, although as boring as he may be, he was still a very imposing man with hard set eyes of grey marble that bore into your soul. And those very eyes were staring at you, his jaw slightly tighter than usual. The whole class had turned their heads at you, eyes wide with curiosity, pity, and humor.
"Um....well, I, ah, you see..,"
"Please don't waste my time any more than you already have,"
"Ah, well, I saw something that may be interest...over...yonder?" and you point an unsteady finger out the window.
His cold eyes left yours for a moment to scan the window, before returning to yours with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"That is of indeed interest. An interesting coloration for mist, I must say. But does that mean you can interupt class so rudely?" he says, and was about to return to his lecture when something blasted through the window, shattering the glass. Screams erupted from the class, and instintively, you quickly crouch beneath your desk.
The room was a horrible chaos, glass flew everywhere, and everybody was making of fuss of trying to cram through the door at the same time. After a few moments though, it became quiet, too quiet, and you felt your consious slip away....
And everything turned black.
"Yes? What is so important that you must interupt my lecture? And isn't there such a thing as...raising your hand?"
You cringe, although as boring as he may be, he was still a very imposing man with hard set eyes of grey marble that bore into your soul. And those very eyes were staring at you, his jaw slightly tighter than usual. The whole class had turned their heads at you, eyes wide with curiosity, pity, and humor.
"Um....well, I, ah, you see..,"
"Please don't waste my time any more than you already have,"
"Ah, well, I saw something that may be interest...over...yonder?" and you point an unsteady finger out the window.
His cold eyes left yours for a moment to scan the window, before returning to yours with a hint of confusion in his eyes.
"That is of indeed interest. An interesting coloration for mist, I must say. But does that mean you can interupt class so rudely?" he says, and was about to return to his lecture when something blasted through the window, shattering the glass. Screams erupted from the class, and instintively, you quickly crouch beneath your desk.
The room was a horrible chaos, glass flew everywhere, and everybody was making of fuss of trying to cram through the door at the same time. After a few moments though, it became quiet, too quiet, and you felt your consious slip away....
And everything turned black.