HPHS Zombie Game/Play as Gabe
From Create Your Own Story
The door slammed behind me as I scrambled through the opening with Nathan and knelt panting on the floor. The storage closet in the gym was crowded with foam noodles and soccer balls, lacrosse sticks and bats, dodge balls and people. People? I looked around. Besides me and Nathan, there were seven people in the room. Zoe and Elena were in one corner, talking quietly. Jason and Lucas Marin were in another, practicing swinging bats. At one side of the room was a huddle of people. As I walked over, one of them leaned out. It was Zoe's boyfriend, Eli, a good friend of mine. His face was sweaty and pale. He pulled me and Nathan aside. "Jimmy's hurt," he muttered, and gestured to the huddle, which I could now discern as my friend Jon leaning over Jimmy who was bleeding from a gash in his stomach.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Jason hit him by mistake when we were coming in," Eli replied. "It was him and Marin and Zoe hiding in here and when Jon and Jimmy and me ran in, Jason thought we were the dead and took a swing at us with that." Eli pointed to a lacrosse stick that had had an end broken off and turned into a spear. "It's not too deep, but he can't move too fast." Eli grinned, and ran a hand through his buzz cut. "Not that he usually moves too fast, eh?"
Eli was kind of a dick, but it was good that he could still smile.
"Shit," I heard Nathan mutter behind me. He had pulled out his laptop from his backpack and was trying to get onto the internet. I leaned over his shoulder, to see that the access to 4chan was still blocked.
Eli laughed bitterly. "Of course, Nathan. Middle of the fucking zombie apocalypse and you're still trying to get online."
"Shut the fuck up," Jason called, "They'll hear you."
"Fuck you," Eli returned, "Maybe you'll get another chance to practice your lacrosse swing."
It looked like something might go down, but Zoe stood up and raised her hands. "Both of you, keep your voices down. We need to stay calm."
Jon turned around. "We should send someone out there," he said in an urgent voice. "I don't feel good not knowing what's going on."
Elena spoke for the first time, and her voice was husky and sore. "I'll go out," she volunteered, "I'm not tired and I can run pretty fast."
Nobody else spoke. Who would want to go out there? Nathan and I had narrowly avoided a group of former teachers (Black Wilson, Molitoris, and Sanders) who were lurching around on the second floor before we made it down to the basement. The zombies didn't handle stairs too well.
Eli and Marin took up positions on either side of the double doors. Marin was armed with a baseball bat and Eli was flexing his arms, ready to open the door. Elena bounced on her feet a few times and then nodded as Eli pulled open the door and she jogged out.
A few minutes later she was back, panting and looking scared. "There's a group of teachers on the second floor who look hungry. There's also about a hundred in the cafeteria, and a few dozen wandering the halls. I think I saw some signs of normal life by the teacher's lounge, but other than that not much."
Eli spoke first. "Let's head to the teachers lounge, we can check for survivors."
Jason disagreed. "Fuck this school, we need to get out of here."
"Why can't we just stay here?" murmured Jimmy.
There was a show of hands. Marin, Zoe and Eli wanted to go to the teachers lounge. Elena, Jason, and Nathan wanted to get out. Jon and Jimmy wanted to stay.
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