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thin
as a skeleton.
    “ Karley is not hurt. None
of us are hurt. The blood is not ours,” Mrs. Kissing said in a
rushed low voice. She glanced past Mrs. Westwood, her pregnant
co-worker, and at the unexpecting students. Mrs. Kissing nervously
licked her lips and strained her neck to look out the classroom
window.
    “ Okay, so where did the blood come
from?” Mrs. Westwood blinked her eyes impatiently.
    No answer. Mrs. Kissing seemed to be in
shock.
    “ Is it the storm causing
all of the chaos outside? Was someone injured by flying debris or
something? Dr. Bradford has not made an announcement on the
intercom yet,” Mrs. Westwood rationalized.
    Drew looked outside the classroom window.
The wind had become stronger. A big garbage can rolled by in the
schoolyard accompanied by trash swirling in the air. The sky was
dark and gray. The rain began to fall at a slow but steady
rate.
    “ I am assuming that with
all the ruckus going on outside that maybe we should go ahead and
initiate Code B and take cover under the desk?” Mrs. Westwood
added. She tilted her head to the side as if she suddenly
remembered something. “I need to go and check on McKenzie. She has
not come back from the bathroom yet.” Mrs. Westwood turned to
leave.
    “ No! No!” Mrs. Kissing
closed her eyes and reopened them to collect herself. She grabbed
Mrs. Westwood’s arm forcefully. Her eyes spoke of fear and terror.
“You cannot go out there!”
    Karley lowly whimpered and bit down on her
chapped lips. Josefina grimaced as her neck snapped towards the
door. There was a new sound. A deathly sound of gurgling with the
onset of horrid continuous moans that was accompanied by more
screams. Loud shuffling, like sounds of an imposing army, was heard
nearing the classroom.
    “ Wait a minute,” Mrs.
Westwood said as if a light bulb finally went off. “Where is the
remainder of your class?”
    Mrs. Kissing glanced at the door with tears
now flowing like a gentle stream down her face.
    “ Dead…. “ Mrs. Kissing
choked. “My students, my babies, are all dead!”
     
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    The classroom was spinning or either Mrs.
Westwood was getting dizzy. The moaning became louder by the minute
and sounded as if it were two classrooms away. The moans were more
like a hoarse growl with a low curdling gurgle. It was as if
someone was struggle to breath in combination with gargling a sore
throat. The sound was non-stop. The groans continued on like a
battery-operated machine. The students began to stir in their desks
once again amongst each other.
    “ Dead?” Was all Mrs.
Westwood could manage to say. She grabbed her chest, then her
belly. She immediately thought of her unborn child and the danger
they were all in.
    “ Lower your voice!” Mrs.
Kissing hissed with bugged eyes. “The noise will draw them
here.”
    “ Them? Who are you talking about Rebecca?” Mrs. Westwood’s
voice broke. The grave look on Rebecca Kissing’s face did not prove
to be one of promise or hope.
    “ The… The children… The
students. They are attacking and killing each other…. eating
everyone” Mrs. Kissing managed to get out in one breath.
    There was a blank stare on Mrs. Westwood’s
face.
    “ Eating ? What do you mean the students are eating
everyone?”
    “ I don’t know. I just
don’t know. It was a blood bath out there,” Mrs. Kissing said as
she once again glanced at the door.
    “ Do they have weapons?
Where is Dr. Bradford? Did anyone call the police?”
    Mrs. Kissing shook her head. “It all
happened so fast. I left my assistant in charge of the class while
I went to the office to pick up some supplies. When I came back to
my room… I saw…“ Mrs. Kissing closed her eyes in an attempt to wipe
out the most recent memory of what she had recently
experienced.
    Mrs. Westwood was afraid
to ask any more questions at the rate Mrs. Kissing was going. “You
saw what? Rebecca? Did they have any weapons ?”
    “ Weapons? No…” Mrs.
Kissing’s voice