When the others ran out of the room, Lance was still looking out of the windows. He had seen the attack himself, noticing how it quickly spread into a pandemic. “So what do we do?” Lance asked the others, quickly realizing they had left him alone. He had heard shouting behind him, but he had paid more attention to the scene below. When he glanced around the corridor he noticed a similar scene. Students bashing other students in with pipes, people trampling other students, a large teacher ripping out a throat. Lance noticed how people who fainted were mostly left alone. People who screamed or made noises were their main attention. “sound” het muttered as he grabbed his bag.
He inspected the contents of it. Two large and long chains of iron, a box of food, two bottles of water and a basic box of first aid he had bought for the judo club. He quickly placed them back in his bag, except the chains. He wrapped them tightly around his wrists and fist, making sure they did not rattle. He knew that punching someone bare handed would cause injury, not to mention infection.
He placed the bag on his back, slowly creeping out of the room. He kept to the sides of the long hallway, making sure he caught as much shadow as he possibly could. His footsteps mimicking his father when stalking a deer. He crawled, creeped, walked to the best of his abilities. Once he was tempted to save a male student, stopping only because of the bite wound on his neck.
The next hour or so was spend with him moving from classroom to classroom, finding shelter were possible. He had collected a few knifes from some of the corpses, guessing some students had broken in the kitchen for defense. When he reached the top floor, he noticed some movement heading towards the roof. A few students were rushing there for shelter, only to be caught at the last moment. The Roof was littered with pebbles, making a stealthy approach almost impossible.
He knew he had to make a run for it.
He counted twelve infected walking on top of the roof. He knew he could dodge a few of them, but he would have to deal with some of them. He grabbed few pebbles making sure he had a handful at least. He threw the pebbles against an iron pipe, repeatedly making loud banging noises. When the infected moved towards the pipe, he rushed. He was halfway there when two of them tried bite him. He blocked one of them with his wrist, the iron chains preventing any contact. He grabbed its sleeved and used a judo throw. His ippon seoi nage worked like a charm, the infected now flying of his shoulder, its head heading towards the ledge. He plunged a knife in the other one, blood splashing across his arms and chest. He had stabbed it in its long, yet it kept swinging at him.
He moved backwards, almost falling over the other infected. “not moving” He muttered as he noticed the cracked skull it was now displaying. He unraveled one of the chains and used it as a whip, smashing the infected student against the side of its head. He kept swinging over and over again, not stopping until its face was hardly recognizable. He left it, only half aware that it was toppling over, as he made his way over to the barricade. A few tables had been placed to prevent entry. Quickly moving a few tables, he granted himself entry. He wrapped one of the large iron chains around the barricade, making sure they now had added security.
When he entered the room he blurted out while gasping for air. “Sounds… Sounds.”
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