I was walking to class when I heard screeches and growls. I open the classroom door to see my classmates and my teacher fighting off Zombies with school supplies. I watch some of my classmates get taken down by zombies. I aggressively smashed the window and me, my teacher, and my other surviving classmates get out running aw
First thing i do is try to run to the kitchen but mrs debare trys to stop me so i push her out of they way with no hard feelings. Then i get to the lunch room and right away start counting how much water and food i have. then i lock all the doors and barricade them with chairs. Then after all that im happy so i eat all the ice cream snickers bars. then i get rid of the orange chicken because who wants that. Then i chill and eat and survive the zombies.
Its 3rd hour english class when all of a sudden there are rabid zombie beasts outside the windows and the door. Mrs.Debaere grabs a glue stick and glues the door shut . But this glue stick is a very special one, it can shut over 3000 pounds of pressure. But the zombies were smarter and started puking up school food acid that burnt through the door. They barged in and we fought them off with pencils and Won.
we were just about to finish our wewillwright when all of a sudden a swarm of the undead bursted through the door, Our teacher takes a small green vile and feeds it to her plant. The fly trap stands up and swallows all the zombies
The zombies came walking down the halls making really weird noises and Mrs DeBaere locked the door to the class room and we put desks in front of the door then she got out a BIG box of scissors and gave each kid one. Then she took her big plant and smashed the window open and we all ran out the windows to Mrs DeBaeres house.
Zombies flood outside the window and Mrs. Debare keeps her plants safe in a cabinet then kicks us all out to protect the plants then we realize it's trick or treaters so we go home.
Thuds begin echoing around the school, the sound of kids yelling and screaming join the now increasing thuds. Countless students rush out of my classroom, and to the outer classes. Rotting zombies cover the windows, while teachers run around frantically trying to get everyone away from the windows. Soon shattering glass is heard near the entrance to the school. Screams join and we watch in complex and utter horror as the glass
We all get into our desks and all the sudden a loud "BANGGGGG, RAHHH." coming from the storage closet, and bang, 10 zombies come out. Mrs. starts yelling at us to do our math, we jump out of our seats and start to throw our chairs at the zombies. We run out of the room in groups and leave all the math in there with our teacher, we start running down the halls and she comes running at us, "YOU FORGOT YOUR MATH!!!" the zombies start running after her and gobble her up. We all run and escape and go eat at sherries where there is n
We were already in the scariest hour of the day... Algebra. We were taking notes when we heard a thud. It happened again... and again... and again. We turned to face the door, the source of the sound. As the teacher walks to the door to see who is knocking so passionately, the door comes off its hinges, in splinters all over the ground. Standing in the doorway is a hideous creatur
My teacher heard the announcement. She sighed. Smiled. "Alright class, lock the door." She said. Someone goes and locks it. Then she looks at us. "Now to continue the lesson," she says as we all look at her in shock. "What?" A kid from the back yells. "There's a zombie apocalypse!" "We are safe," she says. That is when a bang on the door happens. "We're all going to die." Someone says
its third hour and suddenly i hear a loud siren reporting something ¨attention a zombie apocalypse has been reported please stay safe¨ at first i thought it was a joke but as i look out the window i see them hundreds of zombies all trying to get into houses, stores, and.... our school. we all look to our teacher in distress but then she runs out instead of telling us ¨stay calm¨ shes the one running then we look out the window again and see her run out the doors and immediatley get malled by all the zombies until nothing is left
Honestly, my third hour teacher would just shut the door and keep teaching. He'd probably say "Ope, well shoot. Looks like there's a zombie apocalypse. Just stay in here and keep doing your math." and then lock the door. Maybe he'd go out and fight them. I'm not entirely sure what his fighting skills are, but. . . he was a basketball coach at one point, so he's gotta be athletic, right? Now that makes me wonder. . . do brains taste different based on how much education is stuffed into them? Do smarter brains taste better? Do they have a bit of a bitter taste? I would ask a zombie, but they don't have an answer to pull from the back of their mind. (Haha geddit).