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Class of 2013 - 24
Chapter Twenty Four The next hour or so passed without any considerable incident. It was a small favor I suppose; a temporary reprieve after the losses we had suffered. After talking to Chien, I’d made my way into the office in order to talk to Sweet, leaving my friend to work the punching bag over for a while longer – he still needed some time to himself. We were supposed to have gotten the yearbooks on the day everything went wrong, but they weren’t going to be handed out until later on in the afternoon. I figured that if they were still around and undamaged I could look through one and chronicle the names of those that we had lost. Now, that didn’t mean take down the names of everyone at the school – the year book was a good enough record as it was for that.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 23
Chapter Twenty Three It was after sunset before James and I moved the Suburban to the gate on the other side of the school. Once inside, we drove over next to the five modular classrooms and – after checking to make sure that nobody was around – went over to room P-1 and knocked on the door. A moment later Alice answered the door and looked out, checking for anyone else. With a nod and a thumbs-up, she held the door open and we went back to the SUV, slowly backing it up to the classroom door. When we were close, we got out and opened the rear doors to hide what was being moved into the room. We didn’t see anyone watching us, but that didn’t mean that nobody was.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 25
Chapter Twenty Five Sunday, June the Ninth, and Day Five of our survival, began with a very simple morning. Breakfast was made and served for the total of our survivors, and then we all separated into our various groups to carry out our specified tasks for the day. Chien had gotten together with Sweet the night before and discussed a training regimen for both the current guards, as well as the survivors from Perris High that had no sort of experience with firearms. Neither of them enjoyed the idea of teaching those jocks to use the guns, but after the losses we suffered… there really wasn’t much of a choice. Besides which, while our guts were telling us that they were bad news... we had no sort of evidence to affirm our suspicions. These two things together meant that the jocks were going to be trained.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 22
Chapter Twenty Two The scene that James and I came upon when we returned to the school was that of an empty group of structures. The classrooms were devoid of life, as was the office, and we couldn’t seem to find anyone around the forward portion of the campus. It wasn’t until we reached the rear half of the campus that we heard sounds of life… and living death. We froze, and then looked at one another as we listened to where the noises were coming from. The report of a rifle gave us our destination – the soccer field. Sprinting, James reached the concrete bleachers before I did and stopped; his gaze sweeping across the soccer field to the gate on the far side. A moment later, when I reached his position, I saw why he had stopped. Just inside the partially open gate was a semi truck; Chien and Lea’s team had obviously been successful.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 21
Chapter Twenty One “So how many do you think he’s going to get, Chien?” Lea asked as the two teens waited at the back of her GTO. For the first time since everything had started, Chien had finally found a time for a smoke break. He hadn’t turned eighteen yet, but he usually bummed a pack of smokes off his dad when he went out on cross country hauls – after all, it wasn’t like there weren’t three or four just sitting around. His dad never seemed to notice, or if he did, he never really cared enough to call him out on it. Just like my dad, Chien’s had been in the Vietnam War. The difference was that while my dad was a US Marine, Chien’s dad was in the South Vietnamese Navy. I can’t quite recall what, but if memory serves, he’d been a radio operator or some such on one of their destroyers.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 20
Chapter Twenty While James and I were headed out to capture a zombie for Alice, Sweet, Lea, and Chien were back at base – Chien and Lea waiting while Sweet sought out recruits. If any of the newbies wanted to tag along on a mission and had proper experience, he was going to let them go along. After all, this was admittedly a bigger, potentially more dangerous, mission than what James and I were doing. However, Sweet was at a loss as to what exactly he should be doing. Novik was, for all intents and purposes, the leader of the survivors from Perris High. Yet, they were within the confines of our base, under our protection, using our supplies, so that also meant that he should have some amount of pull.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 19
Chapter Nineteen After breakfast, James and I waited for the latest raid to get back from Stater Brothers and helped unload the SUV. Once that was done we informed the raiding party that they would have to use one of the other vehicles as transport; we were going to be using the Suburban to transport our captive… once we actually had one. Once our transport was arranged, I had James go to gather our weaponry, while I went to gather some other items. By the time that James was back to the Suburban, I was in the driver’s seat with the air conditioning running to make sure that the interior was cool. Of course, after he finished loading the weapons he glared at me – wanting to ensure that the point of him being displeased got across – before he climbed in the passenger’s seat. Between us on the bench seat was a box.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 18
Chapter Eighteen Getting away from the horde was easy enough once the bus was moving, but now we had to get our sniper back. Her stunt had probably saved us, but now she was stranded atop the roof. Suddenly the bus shuddered to a near halt, and then anyone standing (or not sitting properly) was thrown from where they were to land either on the floor or on the opposite side of the bus. Damn thing turned like a battleship, but Sweet soon had it pointed the opposite direction, headed back toward where we’d been. Using the bus’s big wheels to his advantage, Sweet jumped the curb and pushed open the driver’s window of the bus as it skidded to a halt.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 17
Chapter Seventeen Our movement to the door of the office was rushed, but with good reason. The few zombies that were around were far enough away that, if we got inside quickly, we wouldn’t have to bother with them. It was also decided already that Sweet, Lea, and myself would be the contingent given a radio to remain in contact with the bus – as Chien and James could contact us one way or another; through the PA system at least. As Sweet opened the door to the office, Chien and I brought up the Mini 14’s, and James and Lea brought up their pistols – Sweet himself had my AR-15 again; though at this particular moment he was using one of his revolvers instead. James headed inside first, followed closely by Lea, then Chien and I, and Sweet brought up the rear of our little formation.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 16
Chapter Sixteen After our mad dash to the booze racks, we started to notice that Lea was, in fact, firing her rifle. Every few seconds we heard a loud, thunderous blast from above our heads. It was oddly comforting to hear though, as it meant that there was one more dead zombie each time that it was heard. Within minutes the racks of wine and other liquor were emptied and packed into the Suburban, and we began to load the actual supplies we came for. The work was quick as we filled shopping carts full to the brim and then pushed them over to the SUV. With every shipment of supplies, I was checking to see out the front windows of the Suburban to make sure that the zombies weren’t hording, and thus far they weren’t close enough to start doing so. Thanks to Lea they weren’t even getting close.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
Class of 2013 - 2
Chapter Two We reached the door and Sweet paused. The grip on his sabre tightened, and he let out a breath slowly. He knew that none of us were really ready for this, despite the fact that we’d always kind of hoped for this sort of apocalyptic scenario to be the one that we would face. Better than a nuclear holocaust or a Chinese invasion! Of course, we weren’t really soldiers. We’d been taught basic self defense, though James was the best at hand to hand – then again, he should be; he was the only one of our group that actually practiced hand to hand outside of school.
By Bastian Falkenrath4 years ago in Fiction
