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it." "What with?!"
    I casually raised the hand that was still holding the chain, and tossed a reckless grin back at him. The way I figured it, if I was about to die, I was going to go out fighting, re-kill as many of the undead as I could, and flick off the one that finally got me. Yes, I was indeed shaking in my sneakers. No, I didn't expect to kill many of them. Just the same, how did we know it was a zombie?
     
    It was my school we were at. I was going to protect it. " Excel! "
    Utter darkness followed the shriek.
     
     

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE

     
    Honestly, I hadn't expected the lights in the hallway, and all the classrooms to go out simultaneously. I hadn't expected the wind to start whistling outside, into whatever window had been broken. I hadn't expected the ominous flash of lightening, and crash of thunder that preceded the gust of air that rushed down the hallway I was in. I hadn't expected the blinding darkness that normally came with a blackout, in the middle of the night. I hoped that the bulbs would flash back on soon.
     
    But they didn't.
     
    Because I'm just that lucky.
     
    I, being the calmcoolcollected person that I am, screamed like a child, and landed on my butt again when another window shattered. An occurrence that I found becoming all too common. I sat there, shivering, whimpering, tearing up with no clue how to approach the situation I'd shoved myself into. The hall was pitch black, aside from the flashing of lightening outside the window, casting shifting shadows about the walls. There was shuffling somewhere in the distance. In the hallway, maybe in one of the rooms. It was unnerving to think that the undead were shuffling around in the dark with us. The thought that they couldn't see us offered little comfort.
     
    I had a growing suspicion that they didn't even rely on sight. How could they without pupils?
    "Ian?" I could almost physically feel my voice shake. Maybe it was the shaking of my whole body making it seem that way an illusion if you will. But I wanted the damned chess dweeb at my side, that very moment. I wanted to be back in the room with Cathy, Dustin, and Professor Floyd. I wanted out of the darkness.
     
    But I wasn't that lucky.
     
    "Excel... there's something out there.." Ian's voice was disturbingly low. Like he was whispering to me. Or he was down the hallway. Why did he his voice sound so small?
     
    "Ian.. where are you?" I couldn't see him. The occasional flash of light simply didn't reveal his position. Or anything else's. I felt the urge to scream when the shuffling got louder, but I didn't. I settled on pushing my back to the wall, and taking a deep breath. I should have gone back when Ian pulled at me. Shouldn't have tried to be all brave.
     
    God, I was an idiot.
     
    Such a God-damned idiot.
     
    I never expected a shriek to shoot down the hallway from the direction I'd heard the glass shattering. Was someone caught? Had it been a living person that broke in? Were they hurt? Was everyone okay? Something hit me abruptly, falling down with a groan. So I raised my chain, pushing developing thoughts aside in preparation to smash in a zombie head. I swung.
     
    I got bitten.
     
    "Aah! The hell was that for?!" Ian shouted from my lap, biting my leg again, just a little off from the spot that he'd first bitten. There wasn't nearly enough pressure behind it to break the skin, but it hurt like hell.
     
    Even with the boy muttering curses under his breath, I didn't immediately realize I'd hit him.
    When I did, I almost laughed. I hit the boy with the chain. The bloody chain.
    Dude.
     
    I must have had a really bad arm. "Ian? Ian, that's you?"
    "No, there's a zombie who has more then a two tone vocabulary, with a very sore back, who verbally complains when he gets hit. Yes, it's me you dolt. Why the hell did you hit me?!"
     
    "I didn't know it was you!" "You asked me where I was!"
    "That doesn't mean 'come fall into my lap, and groan like a cannibal' you