Title:           Terror Time With Norman (Remake) 2
Author:          A_Pile_of_Notes
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First Edit:      Wednesday 5th of November 2014 08:15:14 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Wednesday 5th of November 2014 08:15:51 PM CDT

“OH FAUST! WE’RE GOING TOO DIE, WE’RE ALL GOING TO DIE!”
*Slap*
>Rarity holds you down against the side of the doors, as you continue to spaz out
>"Norman! Get a hold of yourself darling!"
>Be Norman
“There’s no way out of this, there’s no escape! OH FAUST WHY!”
>”Norman i don't like this anymore than you do, but what Axel did was an act of true heroics. We can't give up now and let him die in vain if fail to survive.”
*huff* *huff* “Yeah…..right……g-gotta survive, gotta…..live….this shit is really getting to me.. or something..”
>She lets you go as you slump down staring at the ground, still shaking
>”Just please calm down! Darling we’re safe for now, there’s no possible way those monstrosities will get up here. Axel smashed the controls!”
"But for how long Rarity! FOR HOW LONG!!”
*Slam*
"Sorry….."
>"I don't know and i don't care! My poor hair is a mess, i reek of trash and my friends are dead! I just want to rip off these blood soaked clothes off and lay down somewhere shady!”
>”I guess…. well there goes my beanie.”
>We both begin to remove whatever clothes that wasn’t caked in blood.
>You should’ve followed Rarity’s lead and cover yourself in duck tape, she’s almost completely fine. Now you’r favorite jacket is ruined,  at least your shirt’s fine; can’t say the same for the pants
>Walking towards the edge of the roof bare foot, you drop to your knees and lean over just enough to see the destruction below and not be seen
>Ever see that movie ‘Dawn of  the Dead’ the original not the remake, well imagine the scene where they show the outside of the mall.
>Now imagine the school like that but with a few more military vehicles around and in general more zombies
>Defiantly not a relaxing sight  
>Most of the school seems to be out there, You see Vallhallen limping around the Golden Horseshoe armless; Scotts’ over there near the sidewalk, all mangled up but still intact; Reggie- oh god! They tore him in half!
>You rub your hand against your head and look away
>”How is it, bad?”
>You turn to Rarity
“Bad, really bad everyone’s down there.”
>”Oh my!”
>You get up and walk towards elevator once more slumping down against the side of it
>Rarity went off to gander at the site herself
>From the distance you could tell she’s dreading it
>You look around the roof, the first time you’ve ever been up here
>Your surprised how fancy this school is, most are boring one floor’d buildings; this place could pass off as a castle
> It even has its own clock tower or clock dome, seriously who builds a enormous glass dome for a high school
> You wonder if anyones’ up there
>”OH GOSH I THINK I JUST SAW ONE OF THEM WINK AT ME!”
“Hey Rarity?”
>”Huh?”
>Getting up she quickly runs towards you, drowsy at the sight below
>”Sorry darling could you say that again?”
“Yeah, uh you’ve been living- I mean you’ve been in this school for a long time right?”
>”Yes, is there something wrong?”
>She has a nervous look on her face
“Well I’ve been wondering about that clock dome up there.”
>You point towards the direction
“Do you think anyones’ up there?
>She turns towards the dome then back to you
>”Oh, i wouldn’t know Norman.  I’ve never bothered to find out, I always thought it was there for aesthetic reasons.”
>She responds disappointingly
*sigh* “Should've figured.”
>Rarity joins you sitting down
>Again a short time of silence begins its trance
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ti8VCj5OiNY
>Moans of the dead could be heard flooding the sky
>Mixed with the never ending screams of car alarms, it creates a rather clustered environment
>You reek of flesh, not even Aryan’s scent of expensive french perfume could over come the plastered smells of gunk that was encircling you at the moment
>She’s probably thinking the same but keeping it to herself like the lady she so desires to be
>Your eyes begin to tire as the pent up exhaustion of the running from earlier starts to take its affect
>You look up bit to see the skyline
>A mixture of thunder clouds and deep smoke have fused together all trailing back towards the north
>You can’t help but imagine how the rest of the city is doing
>All in discord, people running for their lives, some screaming for mercy and other fighting to keep alive
>You wonder how your parents are doing
>Dads’ still probably at the station filing paper work  
>Mom’s probably at Posey’s house enjoying a cup of tea and talking about life  
>You should really call them
>Do you still have your phone
>Maybe Aryan has her’s
>It wouldn’t hurt to ask, she probably thinking about her family too
>You only met her sister out of all her family, Sweetie Belle
>Cute kid, always running around with her friends trying to earn those Cutie Badges for their little group
>You look towards her
>She’s as exhausted as you are, trying to keep awake but failing miserably
>Today really messed up her usual vivid complexion
>Her beautiful white skin all covered in a coat of dust and dried blood
>Her thick violet luxuriant hair in a state of out cry as its once immaculate structure is now in disrepair
>Washed makeup lines map her face from the intense sorrow of deaths from earlier
>It breaks my heart just to even imagine her cry but wailing for her fallen friends
>Really strikes you hard
>It amazes me how she’s even stable, let alone sane
>After all the crap we went through I'm still shocked how Aryan stayed calm
>Maybe that’s why I’m so drawn by her
>On the outside she seems like an overreactive drama queen but the amount of time you spent with her and her friends, showed you a different image of this pure fashionista  
>A generous loyal side, one that everyone looks for in a person but never actually finds
>Those two deadly traits and her stunning looks, form a deadly combination that causes you to melt in her palms every time she talks to you
>You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting on the concert roof but you start to lose consciousness
>Not even the load screams’ of the zombies below could keep you awake
>As you turn towards Aryan once more you admire her look of innocence as she falls asleep on your shoulder
>Then it all goes black
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrbfgemL4yc
>Images of managed bodies fill your mind as you enter a dimly lit realm
>Sounds of drums begin out of nowhere, as the decapitated heads of the people you know begin to circle around you
>Cursing your existence and blaming all this on you
>They become more decayed and horrible each time they pass around your face
>What did I do to make them hate me, what did I do to deserve this, WHAT DID I DO!
>You make a ran for it, passing horrible sights of devils and horse like monsters
>You keep running with no end in sight, it all starts to look the same
>The groans and mangled screams intensify as they chase you to the end of existence
>Your legs are burning up and tears are starting to fall, your scared you want to go home you don’t to die
>Stopping in a shrieking halt you collapse
>You look behind yourself expecting the worse but-
>Gone
>You now stand alone with nothing but the darkness to keep you company
>You shutter at the unknown, as the noises begin once more
>Where should you run, can you hide somewhere, should you stay still hoping they’ll never find you
>None of it matters
>Whatevers hunting you, it keeps coming closer and closer
>They surround you like a pack of wolves hunting it prey
>One by one a row of burning red eyes make their presence known
>Around you like an angry mob, they come
>Outlines of rotten yellow teeth begin to show, their growling letting you know their full intent
>Your helpless, you need to run, is there anyone to help you
>Why won’t anyone help you, why you specifically
>You start to tremble as the lead moves right in front of your own face
>Its demonic glowing eyes starts to emit a faint purplish green hue as the light produced from it gives you a faint image of the creature in front of you
>No words can describe the amount of fear flowing through your veins, your eyes glued to the creature at hand
>This hideous horrible creature, its eyes bulging out of its sockets, its long horse like snout dripping with slime- no blood
>Its skin gray in tone pulsating, squirting puss out of broken blisters, its expression menacing
>There was nothing keeping you away from it now
-Cem…et…ery-
>It said
-Cem.et..ery-
>It says again
-CEMETERY!-
>The sudden out burst knocks you down
>You scream as you find yourself falling in a deep grave made for your height and stature
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-ghhh….”
>You’ve landed on something, something sharp  
>From the opening above, all the eyes look down at you
>You feel no pain  or anything in general
>You can’t talk but you can move
>Picking your head up you see the damage done
>You’ve been impaled
>A large crystal like object object sticks from your chest, covered in your blood and in your guts
>You try to scream
>But a torrent of blood rushes out of your mouth
“BAAAAAAAGGGGGRH!”
>Pain finally reaching your mind as you start to thrash around like a mad dog
>A Mad dog who’s on the brink of death after getting its front leg blown off from a shotgun
>You start to lose your sense of vision as piles and piles of dirt begin to fall on you
>From what was left from your sight you see a rather demonic looking Purple smiling at your pain
>Gleefully she continues to pile on the earth
>With your last remaining strength you each out your arm, hoping someone something will grab it
>But to no avail
>Your arm drops as you lose all sense of consciousness buried under a mountain of d-
>”NORMAN!”
“AHHHHHHHH!”
>You scream as you wake to the sound of your white petrified angel
>”NORMAN! Get a hold of yourself darling! Wake up!”
“Wh-what’s wrong!?!”
>”Look!”
>She grabs you by the arm and leads you to the edge
>What awaits, surprises you at best.