The end of us all.

We are screaming to get in.

Fear. It's common within us all.

"I SEE THEM!!!"

One of the taller gentlemen careen inside, followed by the other smaller boys who barely make it inside. Panting.

"Bro... what the ####" Coughed out Tristan.

"Hey... I'm a christian, you can't say that-"

"Enough." Barked Royal down towards the others.

Tristan and Ryan clasp their lips shut.

"Look at you guys, fighting eachother... what a bunch of idiots."

Royal turns around, dusting off his flamboyant leather biker jacket... or whatever you call those garments.

"Either way, we're gonna end up fucking dead-"

Ryan interjects with furrowed brows, pointing at Tristan.

"How the hell do you know we're going die?"

Tristan, clad with his long sleeve sweater holds eye contact with a conflicted gaze.

"Ryan, do you think we're going to survive an entire wave of zombies outside this fuckin' school?!"

*The vending machine flickers, a soda falls, yet it doesn't reach the opening.*

*"Fucking shit."*

Royal crushes the cigarette in his hand.

"Let's just find out what else is in this place."