Death's Little Angels by Sylver Belle Garcia Page B

body, but are not able to kill your soul. Only
fear him, which is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.
Mathew 10:28.” Tarynn stood wide-eyed as
she stepped out of the shadows clenching her bible close to her
bosom.
    “ Our world. Our earth as
we know it. It is going to hell. It’s been prophesized.”
    Everyone turned to look at Tarynn; her fiery
hair glistened like a torch. She turned and eyed everyone in the
room. Her green eyes were bright and wide. Steven Blane, the gothic
kid, snickered under his breath. He rolled his dark eyes at
Tarynn.
    “ If you know so
much miss holy guacamole then you would know that the world is going to be
destroyed by fire not by the cannibalistic dead,” Steven snapped
flipping his ebony black shoulder length hair. He turned to glare
at Drew and the other students in the classroom. He turned his nose
up at Josefina even pointing at her as if she could hear
him.
    “ You don’t know it yet but
you all sold your souls to the devil, death’s little angels. And
he, death, has
come to claim us all,” Steven said as he stared down at the floor
and held his hands up in the air like the letter V.
    Tarynn stood firm and
walked towards Steven waving her bible. “ And in these days shall men seek death, and shall not find it
for they shall want to die. Death will flee from them…. Revelation
9:6. That goes for you! Steven Satan in disguise Blane!” Tarynn firmly said.
    Drew walked over and
placed his hand on Tarynn’s shoulder. “Thanks for the bible study
lessons Tarynn and the encouraging words. But lets keep our voice
low or we will draw the Eaters back to the door, okay?”
    Tarynn nodded her head in agreement all the
while never taking her eyes off Steven. Steven walked over to Kaleb
and whispered something in his ear. The two held a menacing look on
their faces as they laughed quietly.
    Drew looked around the refugees as they all
huddled together. “Where are all of the teachers?”
    “ Either dead or they left
us here,” Beetle said. “I didn’t see anyone no where. Just these
guys.” Beetle pointed a thumb at the students that came along with
him.
    “ Dead? All of the
teachers?” Drew asked.
    “ Yea. The ones I seen
looked like over fried bacon.”
    “ How’d you guys get over
here? Were y’all all together?” Drew asked looking at
Beetle.
    “ Actually, it was just
Billy and I in lab, when it happened. We sort of picked up everyone
else along the way. I knew something wasn’t right this morning when
that kid….um what his name?” Beetle glanced at Billy for
help.
    “ Kai Jones,” Billy said in
a broken voice. He was currently in a transfixed state as he
started at Josefina. They were once an item. Josefina was his first
girlfriend. Now she flailed her arms and clenched her jaws at him
like a rabid animal.
    “ Yea, Kai Jones. He seemed
very sick on the bus this morning. It was him that started this
mess I betcha,” Beetle said as he squinted up his nose.
    Flying debris hit up
against the window startling everyone. More Eaters were shuffling about
outside.
    “ We don’t have long before
they notice that we are in here,” Drew nodded towards the window.
“My guess is since you guys cleared the door, we make a run for
it.”
    “ They can smell us as
well,” Beetle replied.
    “ Smell our filthy souls…”
Steven muttered. Most of the students ignored his comment. Others
just stared.
    “ I had a chance to break
into the computer lab before the generators kicked on,” Beetle
licked his lips and whispered, “From what the CDC says, we are in
some deep feces.”
    “ What?” Sue Ellen
interrupted.
    “ Yea, what is a CDC?” Drew
inquired.
    “ What are feces?” Sue
Ellen asked.
    “ Are you sure you belong
in eighth grade?” Beetle directed at Sue Ellen.
    “ Just as much as you, pig
lips. Turd face,” Sue Ellen spat.
    “ Turd is the ebonic
version of feces….” Beetle smartly said as he turned his attention
towards Drew. Sue Ellen mumbled