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tentacles, painting wide bloody swathes across the floorboards; nothing below the waistline, and nothing above the neck. The headless torso pushed itself forward by its forearms and elbows, blind as the hand they’d encountered moments ago. Which meant the man’s head was somewhere else in the room, and no one was enthusiastic about finding it. They left that room.
                  Other rooms were similarly in disarray, but no bodies, alive or otherwise, and no other way out but through windows which were four floors up, leading to hard concrete below. They came to one room where although the room was in upheaval, on the teacher’s desk sat a stack of books undisturbed, an apple sitting atop them as if the teacher had intended to eat it before class. The books were splattered with blood so that the titles were illegible. Blood splattered the chalkboard behind the desk as well, and someone had written in that same blood: NOT SAFE. When they walked a little further to look behind the desk, they saw the body of the girl that had scrawled that message, her arm raised; her fingers still poised on the chalkboard, back arched forward, her face smashed against it. She had been brained, and the back of her head was an open wound.
                  Soon, the thing she had tried to hastily warn them and others about shuffled out of the supply closet. Some one had tried to shut them in, but three of the dead things walked out, having either mastered turning a knob or accidentally having done so. And
    they were headed toward their group. There was no means of escape, other than the way they’d come, and the walking corpses were blocking that exit. Without anyone having to say a word, they already knew, they’d have to fight their way through.
     
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                  This is not good , Samir thought, but there were eight of them versus three. It was the killing part he didn’t want to think about.
                  “They’re already dead,” he heard Lupe say, as if she had read his thoughts, but he realized she was just psyching herself up when he heard her repeat this several times under her breath.
                  “Yeah, they are,” Kamara said and grabbed a pencil from the teacher’s desk, marching up to one of them, even as it reached for her, and stabbing it in the eye.
                  “Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Ian said, grabbing the heaviest hard cover book he could find off of the floor in both hands and swung it at the head of one of the others. That seemed to drop it cold, at least for a few seconds until it started rising again. Besides what looked like bite wounds, the three men seemed to exhibit no other outwardly signs of distress which might relate to how they died. The only thing that defined their lack of life with clarity was their glassy desaturated blue eyes, awkward gait and monosyllabic groans.
                  The one with the pencil in its eye was still
    squirming on the ground. Marina kicked the pencil in with the heel of her boot, jamming it in at an angle into the thing’s brain. It stopped moving.
                  Ian swung the hardcover book again at the other’s head, bashing it repeatedly. The last one was headed for the rest of the group.
                  Xinga crouched down behind the desk next to the dead girl. After the creepy crawly hand incident in her hair she felt no where close to battle ready. They were all older than her. Jomo was closest to her in age and closest to her in the fish out of water department, and it was Jomo who went to her behind the desk.
                  “Are you okay?” he asked.
                  Xinga nodded, though unsure if she really could be. When she saw the thing getting closer she plucked the apple off of the stack of books on the desk and lobbed it at the thing’s head. It was a direct hit, which was pretty