pulled the unconscious police officer from his car, and ripped him apart - was gone. Zombies ambled along their own shuffling course, in search of the scent of living flesh. Of course, they all turned to look at the speeding ambulance, but Leon did not plan to stop for anybody. He mowed down any creature that got in his way. All around him people were screaming, the echoes of terror creeping through the broken windows and echoed around the ambulance like a cold wind through an old house.
Leon came to a junction of the main road; a crossroads in his journey - in his life. He could see how quickly the dead had spread and how the law and order of civilization crumbled. Every small shop he passed was looted, or in the process thereof. Leon witnessed the small Pakistani owner of a corner shop burst through the door after a pair of fleeing youths. His turban had unraveled and dragged behind him sodden with blood.
Leon knew that he would not be able to rescue both his daughter who was at school, and his wife, who was home for the day, preparing their house for a showing. They harbored hopes of completin g that sale before the summer, having already bought a newly built home on the outskirts of the city. He had told his wife to keep their daughter home from school, but she had stayed the night with a friend, and they had been unable to contact the parents to discuss it. The school later confirmed that both girls had arrived that morning, and that the quarantine order was in full effect within campus boundaries. Classes had been relocated to the main building wherever possible. There had been a general air of overreaction with regards to the warning. Even Leon had found it somewhat unbelievable…until now.
Leon looked both left and right, debating which way to go. With a heavy heart, he took a deep breath, and turned in the direction of the school.
Leon’s daughter Keisha went to a private school in a small satellite town. She received a full scholarship to attend; they would never have been able to afford it otherwise. Maybe it has not reached them , Leon thought as he sped through the back roads.
The school was a large old family estate, with the main house being home to the main teaching area. Three other buildings had been added, or in the case of the sports hall, converted. Two square structures, the science building and the computer lab stood side by side along the main drive, directly before the main house, and the car park.
Leon felt his heart sink as he turned into the driveway and immediately ran down a young boy; he could not have been more than twelve, a little older than his daughter, who stood in the middle of the road holding a human arm, munching on the raw flesh without a care in the world.
Leon feared the worst, but continued his drive anyway. The long entrance road that led to the school took him past the two sports fields; one was set as a rugby pitch, the other as a football field. The rugby pitch, which was at the bottom of the drive was empty, the football pitch however showed something interesting. The net nearest the road had three zombies trapped in it. The arms and legs caught and twisted into the netting.
They could not have done that to themselves, Leon thought. A small ray of hope broke through the cold, suffocating cloud of hopelessness that had enveloped him.
The main school building was a mess. The windows had been smashed, and it looked as though there had been a small fire in one of the classrooms on the second floor of the building. The car park was full, and the large playing field opposite the main building was filled with the undead. At least a hundred students wandered aimlessly in search of their next juicy meal. There were teachers there too, but when Leon caught sight of Abigail, his daughter’s best friend, he slammed his foot on the brakes and brought the ambulance to a sudden stop. The noise attracted some attention, and Leon was not about to wait for another supermarket
Leon came to a junction of the main road; a crossroads in his journey - in his life. He could see how quickly the dead had spread and how the law and order of civilization crumbled. Every small shop he passed was looted, or in the process thereof. Leon witnessed the small Pakistani owner of a corner shop burst through the door after a pair of fleeing youths. His turban had unraveled and dragged behind him sodden with blood.
Leon knew that he would not be able to rescue both his daughter who was at school, and his wife, who was home for the day, preparing their house for a showing. They harbored hopes of completin g that sale before the summer, having already bought a newly built home on the outskirts of the city. He had told his wife to keep their daughter home from school, but she had stayed the night with a friend, and they had been unable to contact the parents to discuss it. The school later confirmed that both girls had arrived that morning, and that the quarantine order was in full effect within campus boundaries. Classes had been relocated to the main building wherever possible. There had been a general air of overreaction with regards to the warning. Even Leon had found it somewhat unbelievable…until now.
Leon looked both left and right, debating which way to go. With a heavy heart, he took a deep breath, and turned in the direction of the school.
Leon’s daughter Keisha went to a private school in a small satellite town. She received a full scholarship to attend; they would never have been able to afford it otherwise. Maybe it has not reached them , Leon thought as he sped through the back roads.
The school was a large old family estate, with the main house being home to the main teaching area. Three other buildings had been added, or in the case of the sports hall, converted. Two square structures, the science building and the computer lab stood side by side along the main drive, directly before the main house, and the car park.
Leon felt his heart sink as he turned into the driveway and immediately ran down a young boy; he could not have been more than twelve, a little older than his daughter, who stood in the middle of the road holding a human arm, munching on the raw flesh without a care in the world.
Leon feared the worst, but continued his drive anyway. The long entrance road that led to the school took him past the two sports fields; one was set as a rugby pitch, the other as a football field. The rugby pitch, which was at the bottom of the drive was empty, the football pitch however showed something interesting. The net nearest the road had three zombies trapped in it. The arms and legs caught and twisted into the netting.
They could not have done that to themselves, Leon thought. A small ray of hope broke through the cold, suffocating cloud of hopelessness that had enveloped him.
The main school building was a mess. The windows had been smashed, and it looked as though there had been a small fire in one of the classrooms on the second floor of the building. The car park was full, and the large playing field opposite the main building was filled with the undead. At least a hundred students wandered aimlessly in search of their next juicy meal. There were teachers there too, but when Leon caught sight of Abigail, his daughter’s best friend, he slammed his foot on the brakes and brought the ambulance to a sudden stop. The noise attracted some attention, and Leon was not about to wait for another supermarket
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