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

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    Would they even suspect she was a zombie? They'd followed her here and if she was going to do something bad, they needed to get people out of there. Someone was going to have to get to the announcer's booth and get people to go.
    "Hold on a second, guys. How are we going to keep her from hurting people and beyond that, how are we going to convince people that she's a zombie before or after we kill her? I mean, we're not just going to go over there and whack her head off and get pats on the back."
    "Stanley's got a point. I mean, Mr. Burstein was alone. There wasn't anyone there to stop us. There's a lot of people over there. What are we going to do?"
    "Not only that, we need to get those people out of there," Stanley added.
    William looked down at his tablet and typed. He shook his head, typed some more, and looked at the rest of them. "I don't know."
    This had been the first time Stanley had ever heard William say those words. If he didn't know what to do, who would know what to do?
    "Why don't we set off the fire alarm at the school?" Zita asked.
    Immediately William began typing on his tablet. "I think I can get into the school's systems and set off the alarm. That'll bring the fire department and probably the police department. Just one second. Yes. I'm in. But let's hold off on setting off the alarm until we find Mrs. Applebaum. Once we find her, we'll set off the alarm. That should cause enough confusion that our activities will go unnoticed."
    A cheer erupted from the crowd. "Touchdown Ashland!"
    "We'd better get going." Stanley turned and walked quickly, adrenaline pushing him faster than he would normally walk. Even though killing Mr. Burstein still had him shaken up, knowing Mrs. Applebaum had become a zombie and now threatened Ashland drove him forward despite his fear.
    The rest followed along and they made their way under the bleachers. They had come in from the side opposite the parking lot and as far as they knew, no one had noticed them. No one that is, except...
    "Hey girls. I thought I told you to stay away from here."
    Rex Ruffington, still wearing the same Misfits t-shit, torn jeans, and steel toed boots, stood at the bottom of one of the ramps. He took a toothpick from his mouth and flicked it into the dark.
    "Look, Rex. People here are in danger," Stanley said.
    "I'd say there are what looks like five that are in big trouble. Did you think that if you brought friends I'd go easy on you or something? Or maybe you just didn't hear me when I said to stay away from here." Rex stomped in the dirt and made a lunging motion toward them.
    Stanley didn't flinch. He'd killed one zombie tonight. That was all the scaring he could take. Rex was only in their way of getting their job done. At this point, no one was going to get in the way.
    "Look, Rex. We've got something to take care of. If you're not going to help, just stay out of the way."
    Rex's eyes widened as he noticed the machete in Stanley's hand. "What the hell is that?"
    "This is what I need to take care of the business at hand. Now if you don't mind getting out of our way, we're got a teacher to find."
    Stanley looked back at his friends. They had all moved back, leaving him in front alone. When he looked back toward Rex, he saw Mrs. Applebaum had appeared from nowhere and reached for Rex.
    "Rex! Look out behind you." Bert yelled.
    "I don't care if you've got a bat and he's got a machete. I'm not falling for that old trick."
    Mrs. Applebaum grabbed Rex's shoulder and the boy nearly flipped out of his skin. He might have succeeded if her grip had not brought him to his knees. Her face, covered in blood, no longer looked even remotely human. The mushroom on her neck had grown even larger and several smaller ones appeared to be growing from other parts of her body. She forced Rex down and leaned in to bite him.
    Stanley, not thinking, but just acting, lunged forward and swung the machete down onto Mrs. Applebaum's arm. Thick, dark gore poured out of