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trembled. Her words were shaky. “The weapons was
their teeth…”
    “ What?”
    “ The kids were eating each
other. Alive.”
    “ Good God.” Mrs. Westwood
could not believe what she was hearing. This had to be a horrible
nightmare but the sounds outside her classroom door proved
otherwise.
    “ I’m guessing your next
question is…. How could this be? Right?” Mrs. Kissing swallowed hard shaking her
plump neck. “I have no idea. My guess is that those kids back there
have some form of a rabid disease and it’s highly
contagious.”
    “ Why would you say
that?”
    “ The kids who were being
eaten alive by the other kids would die. I mean literally expire.
Moments later they reanimated and started repeating the horrid
process of eating whoever had not been attacked or were trying to
get away.”
    “ This is all crazy. I
don’t believe it. There is no such thing as someone dying and then
coming back to… to life!” Mrs. Westwood shook her head. A large
stick swirling in the strong winds knocked up against the outside
window causing the class along with the teachers to
jump.
    “ Believe what you want
too. But if you want to outlive what is going on out there,” Mrs.
Kissing leaned her head towards the classroom door, “You better put
on your thinking cap and help me figure out how to get these kids
out of here all in one piece. I think we are the only survivors
left here. I think.”
    Josefina sniffled as she confirmed Mrs.
Kissing’s comment. “It is true, Senora Westwood. I wouldn’t have
believe it myself either. It looked like something out of a scary
pelicula. I think we are all going to die, if we don’t get out of
here soon,” Josefina slowly said with tear filled eyes. She wiped
at her dried, blood smeared face.
    “ The weather is getting
worse. Dr. Bradford mentioned commotion earlier. That must be it,
the weather.” Mrs. Westwood grabbed her face as if she was trying
to sort things out. “This is absurd.” She refused to believe what
was going on outside her classroom walls.
    “ My suggestion is we all
try to make a go for it to the chorus building. There are no
windows and we should be safe their until help—“
    Before Mrs. Kissing could finish her
sentence more screams occurred followed by the disconnection of the
power. The lights went out.
    A combination of shrieks and gasps escaped
from the mouths of the students. The light from outside of the
classroom window dimly illuminated the tiny space. The dark gray
skies roared and rumbled. Hurricane Angel, which was downgraded to
a category one, was going to announce its arrival. Mrs. Westwood
tried to calm down the frantic students.
    “ Calm down class! Calm
down! The generator will come on momentarily and then we will have
light. This is all a part of the hurricane drill that we have
practiced since the beginning of the school year,” Mrs. Westwood
reassuringly said as she groped for her cell phone on the
desk.
    Drew adjusted his eyes in the dim light. He
did not know if the disconnected power was in relation to the
weather or what was going on outside in the hallway.
    “ What are you doing?” Mrs.
Kissing shrieked. “We need to be getting out of here before those,
those… things come here and eat us!”
    “ I am going to call the
front office again.”
    Mrs. Westwood dialed the front office only
to receive a busy signal. She tried again. Busy. She hung up the
cell phone in frustration and then dialed 911. Busy. Mrs. Westwood
looked up from her cell phone straining her eyes in the dim light.
She tried to locate Mrs. Kissing. 911 was never busy… She tried 911
again.
    Busy.
    “ Can you try 911 on your
cell phone?” Mrs. Westwood asked Mrs. Kissing. “The line is
busy.”
    “ Oh my God. Something is
seriously wrong here. 911 is never busy. Not even during or after
Hurricane Katrina do I recall 911 being busy. I remember it taking
a few rings for an operator to pick up but the line was never
busy.” Mrs. Kissing’s lips