My Teacher is a Zombie (Supernatural Learning Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

the killer's trail. What would happen when they found it?
    Mr. Burstein groaned. Not a groan of pain or even none of suffering. A groan of hunger. A groan of the dead wanting flesh. Even though his arm had been ripped off, a large pool of blood sat under his body, he still got up. Just like Mrs. Applebaum, his skin looked gray and a little saggy. His eyes were white and yellowish goo dribbled from his mouth.
    "Stanley, quick! Cut off his head." William made a motion of severing the neck.
    He couldn't. He wasn't a killer. He'd never harmed anything in his life. Well, he'd killed his share of flies and there was that time he and Bert spent an afternoon killing ants with a magnifying glass, but this was different. Stanley wanted to cry.
    "Go!" Bert yelled. "I'm right behind you."
    Stanley, tears in his eyes, ran forward with the machete and swung at Mr. Burstein. He missed and spun around. A hand grabbed his shoulder. He squealed and smacked him in the side of the head with the flat of the blade. The teacher's head rocked to the side, but he kept coming at Stanley.
    Stanley took a moment to make sure he held the blade properly and swung, hitting Mr. Burstein directly in the neck. The blade didn't go all the way through. Stanley expected blood to come forth, but nothing happened. It only made Mr. Burstein come at him faster.
    Drawing the blade out, Stanley prepared to swing again. He could hear his classmates behind him, but he didn't know if they were cheering for him or screaming in fear. He swung again and this time the head came off. Stanley dropped the blade as he watched the head hit the ground.
    A hand grabbed his shoulder. At first he thought it might be Bert, but the hand gripped tighter and pulled him. The teacher's hand, his body, it still moved.
    "Someone do something!"
    "Bert, smash the head. Destroying the brain is the only way." William pointed at the head.
    Bert kicked a desk over and smiled. "I always wanted to do that."
    "Bert!"
    The bat rose and fell several times before the hand on Stanley's shoulder finally released. Both Bert and Stanley had trouble catching their breath as they looked at the now dead Mr. Burstein. Polly pushed William's chair into the room and they all looked silently at the headless body on the floor.
    A high pitched scream broke the silence. All heads turned to see Bert's younger sister in the doorway. Bert ran to her side and cupped his hand over her mouth.
    "Keep quiet! We don't know who's still here."
    It took several moments before she calmed down enough for Bert to release his hand. When he did she started crying.
    "Why did you kill my teacher?"
    The group tried to explain to her what had happened and at the same time, try to keep her calm. As they did, they escorted her out of the classroom and toward the common area.
    "...and how did you get here in the first place? You're supposed to be at home!"
    "But, Bert, I overheard you and Stanley talking and I knew you were coming here, I just didn't know why. I had to come and find out what you were doing. Really, I didn't know you were doing something like this"
    "Zita, how did you get here?"
    "Oh come on, Stanley. I've been running since I was six. It's only a few miles from the house. I was here before the two of you showed up. I just waited to come in and see what you were up to. I mean, seriously? Mr. Burstein was a zombie?"
    William rolled forward. "He was turned when Mrs. Applebaum killed him. We need to locate her and stop her."
    "Where could she be going?" Polly asked.
    As William tapped on his tablet, Stanley looked at the ground. A small trail of blood went from the open classroom door and went around the common area. It looked as if Mrs. Applebaum wandered all over, but where did she go?
    "I think I know where she went," William said, holding up his tablet.
    Stanley kept following the meandering blood trail. There were gobs of meat in some spots and footprints in others, but everything kept going in mostly the same