Extend the Story - Add a Room

"Somewhere safe, and fast!" Mr. Hunter replies and grasps your arm forcifully and pulls you out of bed. Trash laying in bed then.

He reaches under the bed, and pulls out a rifle, a pistol, and a knife. He hands you the pistol and the knife, and you stare blankly first at him, and then at the weapons in your hands.

Okay, the last time you were in the nurse's office, there was NO weapons under the bed. Or were they?

Afraid to comtemplate that thought any further, you focus your attention on your science teacher, who was currently loading his rifle with ammo.

"We're going to have to fight through them, so stay behind me. This may get ugly; use your gun or knife if you need to," Mr. Hunter mumbled and quickly showed you how to operate a gun.

He walked to the door, and quickly removed the chair, which you thought was rather suicidal and all. And then he kicked down the door. The DOOR!

And that very same little door that had been there for some many years, came down upon several of your-

-classmates? They looked like them, but you somehow knew it wasn't them. First of all, they smelled like rotting bodies. Last time you were with them, their B.O. wasn't that critical. Several of them lunged at you, but Mr. Hunter (you laugh at his name, Mr. Hunter, hunting down zombies) shot them down with one decisive bullet.

But there was too many, and he could handle only so much. And then a zombie grabbed at you, it's arms locking around your neck. It's mouth opened and you made a split decision.

Give him a nice uppercut