>be Anon
>you go to highschool because earning a fortune by becoming a proffesional e-sports player didn't work out
>you try to open your locker in a desperate attempt to hide all the cheezecrackers from trixie
>greedy bitch
>you hear people screaming and decide to look down the hall
>what the fuck
>that's Rose
>without her left arm
>people are just screaming, one or two people taking up their phones to call an ambulance
>besides the fact that she's missing a limb, something seems off with her.
>she's pale, almost ghostlike, she doesn't even seem to aknowledge the fact that she's missing her arm
>maybe you should give her a hand
>hue
>but seriously what the fuck
 
>you've seen enough zombie movies to know where this is gonna go
>someone is walking up to her
>man, what a fucking idio-
>It's Daisy
>DEFCON 1
>"Rose?, Rose are you alright?"
>no she isn't you windowlicker
>you gotta do something quick
>tackle? no
>throw shoe? no
>tell her to back the fuck up? yes
"ROSE! GET AWAY FROM HER!"
>she turns around giving you a glare
>"What!?, i can't do that, don't you see that she is in desperate need of a do-"
>she barely get to finish that sentence as the former class-mate sinks her teeth into her friend's neck.
>blood starts spraying everywhere, and you along with every other sane person there, decides that it's time to fuck off.
 
>you are anon
>and you're currently trying to process what the fuck just happened while running down the halls, stumbling a bit in the process
>not a winning combo
>almost at the exit now
>they can't give you shit for leaving if someone just got ate
>common knowledge
>right?
 
>you see the exit up ahead
>you haven't really got to think this through have you?
>just because you saw Daisy get bit doesn't mean that this is gonna go all Dawn of the dead on us
>maybe the police is already on their way here
>maybe they are already in the school?
>maybe the dead people banging on the exit are actually just really good actors
>hold up
 
>you glance over the doors to confirm that there are in fact, dead people on the other side of them.
>c'mon Anon, think. You've seen plenty of of movies about this, hell, even /k/ prepared you for this
>you have to find a weapon
>if you could get into the scrubs, maybe you could find something useful there.
>but first things first, you need to get away from this door
>you start heading to the stairs, looking around for anything concievable as a weapon
>you start hearing screams coming from the same direction that you ran from
>you suddenly feel like you should move faster
>upstairs looks like a good option, the janitor is often up there, seeing as people like to piss in the trashbins or the occasional bag of weed lying around
>he got keys that opens every single door in this place, maybe you can get it off him?
>you make your way up the stairs occasionally tapping your fingers on the railings, the screaming making you more and more nervous
 
>alright, let's see here, you vagely remember the janitor's quarters being somewhere here one the second floor
>having a look around, you notice a door at the end of the hall, half open.
>what's so much more special about this door is that it's also the one with the Janitor sign on it
>the issue?, there's blood leading in to it
>fuck