Quiet, calm, peaceful, Boring.  Sitting in an afternoon class of pre-calculus had no interest in me at all. Ever.  Math in general pissed me off and annoyed me a lot.  It's the major reason I hate this high school.  

"Tch!"

A paper plane hit the side of my head right behind my ear.  I opened it and read the message that was written.

"CUNT."

I looked at the obvious and of course, Asshole Allen pickin' on me.  Again.  So I flicked him off making him jump up carrying his desk with him.  The teacher swirved around confused and Allen looked at her and then glared at me.  I winked back.  He pointed his fore finger at me and put up his fist as if he would beat me up later.  I waved my finger at him and mouthed the famous lines from Jurassic Park,

"Uh-uh-uhhh."

He would then take out his little stress ball and threw it at me like a fastball.  Swack!  

"Take that Fucker! Allen yelled.

The teacher swiveled around and found my right eye messed up and then I knew, Allen was in a pile of deep shit.  She came over and threw Allen on the floor as if he was getting thrown down in a wresting match.  She picked him up and dragged him over to the principal's office.  Nobody cares about the dent in my face making me looking like Sloth from the Goonies. But there was always that one girl who deeply cared but didn't really show it or didn't want to.  "Barinnngggggggggggg!!"

Finally, class is over.

 Now in the hallway no one cares who you are even if you are popular.  I was trailing to my art class and I felt deeply respected there instead of pre-calc.  

"Hey Cayde" a distant voice called. Popping around I find Luke.

"Oh, hey Luke haw are ya'?" I was replied.

"Aweso... holy shit! What the fuck happened to your face Cayde?!

"Asshole Allen."

"Wow! It's not like it ever happened before that he screwed you up!"

"Enough already."

"Oh come on!  You look like fucking  Sloth from the Goonies!"

"Yah I know."

"You done with the art project?"

"Yah, you?"

"Yup."

"Wanna play ACW?"

"Hell yes."

ACWwas a game Luke and I had made up.  A game where you make up weird and impossibly realistic creatures and capture it, then you send it off to war to destroy the enemy's base. Basically also known as Abduction Creature War.  A terrible name for a great game seems logic, only because Luke and I only want to play it with each other so we try to make sound as stupid as possible.  Minutes passed we're midway through a round and we hear screaming.  We poke are heads out of the room and the janitor is being torn apart and getting pulled apart and devoured by the "undead" thing kneeling next to her.

"When did hell get here?" Luke sarcastically retorted.

"Shit." I hissed.

"What?"

"Are you fucking blind?! Look!"

The undead strayed towards us at an enormous amount and snarled with hunger looking right at us.

"Run." I ordered.

"Yes please." Luke remarked.

We ran out the doors and left the school.  As we drove off a herd of those things were going in and we heard the horror and screams.  What the fuck just happened.

"Ok what the hell happened Luke?"

"I dunno.  Just went so fast, at first we're playing ACW and next thing you know we're running for our lives for real."

"Well whatever that shot was we gotta be prepared.  Can I come over?"  

"My mom ain't gonna let me."

"Dude, the janitor just got taken as a snack for those undead things and besides we need to stick up on weapons.  The best thing I have is a big kitchen knife."  

"Well it's not like you had anywhere to go I take it?"

"Not really."

We popped by Luke's house taking money to buy weapons and food at the store.  Usually Luke would have small stacks of cash in his closet from his dad winning bets while hunting which was all the time.  Then I think about my dad the one who's arrested for an overdose of drugs and divorced my mom, her decision is to marry some step dad deutschbag.  Driving there was creepy we saw one to ten of those undead things wobbling on the road.  We purchased the weapons and now went for food.  People were going nuts in and out with cops everywhere and year long supply of food.  We stopped by the neighborhood conviennent store and got "enough."

"Alright where do we go Cayde?"

"Lemme think but, so far I don't know.  You have any extra stacks to keep us buying supplies in case we forget something?"

"Yup, seven stacks."

"Perfect.  My typical day goes into the possible break down of civilization and the survival of the human race.  

"Hey what's that?" Luke quizzically asked.

"What the-"

I see a dude with an eye patch, holding out a sword, riding his motorcycle at a hundred miles per hour, and trailing the undead, decapitated.

"Luke" 

"What?"

"Follow him.. just make sure he can't tell too soon." 

"Gotcha."

We trailed the man to the farm fields and found a group of five or more people huddled next to an SUV.  

"Wanna go meet some people Luke?"

"Sure, why not."