7:35 am

Do you ever wake up and feel like you would set the public on fire just to see it incinerate ? This is the precise thought that was running through Jack Donaghue 's principal, after being woken up at 7:35 am on a Monday morning by his screaming female parent. knave and his mother live alone in a two bedroom house in one of the most unsuitable areas in Dover. It was one of the most undesirable country mainly because of the form of the great unwashed who lived there. On every street corner you could find either an underage principal, or an overage addict waiting for one. There where petty gang fights every few weeks with at to the lowest degree one individual and there bereaved parents ending up in hospital.

As Jack wearily climbed out of bed to get dressed for schooling, he reflected on the Summer holiday that had seemed to fly by and realised, that once again he had done nothing Charles Frederick Worth mentioning. Because Jack lived where he did, most parents where unwilling to let there Word and daughters venture into an alive war zone, on the fear that they would either be killed on sight or turned into a drug mule. It was this fact that meant that Jack had had nobody over to stay in the holidays. He had spent the six weeks playing on his game console, reading and watching his neighbours periodically appear on Jeremy Kyle. As he was brushing his teeth his mum called him down to catch the bus.

11:40 am

Jack was in the third moral of the day, blankly staring at the ovalbumin display panel, when their was a shriek from the corridor. This was not unusual in a school day, however this was no round-eyed mock scream of pain or ira. It was a stark cry of terror that twisted the hearts and tightened the throats of everyone in the room. It made at to the lowest degree five mass around the room gasp out loud. There was a second base of absolute quiet, until there came a very low moan. This must have broken whatever spell the grade seemed to be under, as they all rushed out of the way and into the corridor. What they found will stay with Jack for the residue of his life history, and when they look back on this in long time to come, it will seem like the pivotal bit in Jacks existence.

On the base lay a thirteen year old miss, lying in a pool of her own blood with a teacher on top of her. He had his teeth locked onto the flesh of her neck, and was shaking her about like a rabid dog. Jack caught a glimpse of his workforce, and was stunned to see five razor tart talons stretching from his finger's breadth. As the girl let out a finial strangulation cough, a boy in the back screamed in absolute terror, as the teacher swung round and roared at them.

The group of thirty year ten scholarly person scattered like ants, each forming groups in the panic and sprinting in different directions. diddly was swept along in the lunar time period of terrorize children, until he found his way to his best champion, Liam Scott, and their group of friends.



manual laborer and Liam where huddled in the skill blocks of the school day with some of there Friend. Jack still had a thin film of lather covering his brow, but that was nada compared to some of his friends. A few of them where openly hyperventilating and one was rocking under a desk.

Everyone was talking over each over, babbling on and on about the girl and the teacher.
'' Did you see him ? He was eating her ! ``
'' Oh my God he 's gon na pop us ! ``

'' Everyone just calm down down ! ``
Jacks voice silenced them all, as he tried to keep everyone calm. Because doodly-squat was usually a quite person, everyone was surprised when he elected to speak.

'' How can we be still ! We just saw a girl being eaten by a God hoot teacher and we could be next ! '' This remark was made by Charlie Denis, your typical shoal kid. Short disastrous hair, SuperDry coating and the newest IPhone on the market. He was usually arrogant and took joy from putting others down. It was this fact that led gob to experience a slight sense of satisfaction that Charlie was panicking.

'' We wo n't be succeeding because we 're in here and those ... matter ... are out there. We 're rubber behind a locked doorway. '' It was after saying this that a dull crunching sound and a scream came from the hallway.

The boy rocking under the mesa let out a soft cry of terror, while the rest of the group gasped.

'' Everyone check calm and quite ! Liam, with me. '' As Jack and Liam made there way to the door, there was another muted cry from the hallway. Ducking low as he turned the handle on the door, Jack peeped out with Liam behind him.

In the corridor, there was a young daughter, in year seven by the looks of it, pressed against the wall and being held there by three instructor and two scholarly person. The teacher where locked onto the collar bone that was sticking out of her neck opening. That must have got been the crunching phone they had heard. diddly-shit and Liam both gasped loudly in electric shock, as the now six zombie turned towards the couplet. They where all staring at them. As Jack looked deep into the six duo of eyes he realised something. That there was nothing left field of their humanity but the pale flicker of life. Within those dreary, dead eyes he saw an drown urge to eat and have everything that moved .