Kya walked past a doorway, not knowing how close her end had just about been. A hand reached out, grabbing for her long hair, and only missed by half an inch. Jon and Henry would not end up so lucky. Two hands came out, not reaching for Jon’s hair but directly for his jacket, which not conveniently for him was buttoned-up and being covered up with a camouflage day pack that had buckles and was clicked across his chest, basically putting him on a leash for the Turned.
Brett watched in horror, as did Joe and Kya. Henry’s feet came off the ground and Jon and he had a chorus of screams filled to the brim with terror as they disappeared inside the dark classroom. Jon’s pleas echoed from the black as night room, “Help me! Somebody, please God, help!”
Between the darkness and confusion, Joe had to turn around, seeing what was transpiring. Brett was staring crazy-eyed, trying to figure out what he should or could do, given the circumstances. He had weapons but none of them had flashlights attached to the guns. It probably, in hindsight, would have been an intelligent decision for one of them to make, but apparently no one had thought about it, given they were not even near high noon for time. Joe rushed back but Kya was already running that way.
The horrific sounds that came from the room left little hope in what they were going to find or that it was going to still be worth their time to do anything outside of shutting the door and locking them in. Shots erupted, echoing their way down the hallway. Joe looked around trying to see who was firing. He realized quickly no one was and that apparently if Jon was going to go down, he was not going to do so peacefully and he was not going to do so without taking a little piece of the Turned with him. The gunfire did not stop after just two rounds but his screams and the screams of the Turned also did not subside. It wanted its meal and it wanted it now.
Joe couldn't help himself wanting to go in after the two boys. It was his job to put his life on the line every single day, or at least it had been at one point in time. He had to do it more than once and had never learned to get used to it, and on a side note, had never been able to think of a reason why someone else's life was more important than his own with the exception, of course, of his ex-wife. If she'd been eaten by a zombie, it would not have broken his heart.
Brett raced around the corner thinking that he could be a hero. One more shot fired from Jon's rifle before everything went hauntingly quiet. Joe yelled, “Is everyone okay?”
It only took a second for him to get his answer. He looked over to Kya to make sure that she was okay and saw blood splattered all across her face. Little bits of bone were sticking out of her cheeks, presumably from the boys. Joe couldn't make sense of what had happened because she was still standing and other than a bloody gory face looked okay. He was going to ask what in the hell happened when Brett fell backwards, a perfect small hole dead center in his forehead had a lonely drip of blood coming down from it.
Joe didn't lean down to check on her but he did pull his pistol walking straight forward into the room. There was no question that Jon was not going to be a survivor. Henry’s fate was still questionable. As of right now, Joe was hoping maybe that he and Kya would be. He walked forward, gun up with his flashlight next to it as he had been trained to do and had been doing on the streets for a few decades. He looked across the room left and right seeing the Turned shaking on the ground, bullet holes riddling its body. Joe snapped off one quick shot, not worried whatsoever about taking care of one of the Turned.
Finding the two boys was his next thing that needed to be done. He saw Henry, or most of him, lying stretched across a science table. His head was no longer attached; it’d been thrown somewhere with no regard. This day was chalking up to be a real bag of shit, he thought. Joe walked over seeing a mangled Jon lying on the floor, shaking uncontrollably and gushing blood at the side of his neck. The only blood that was on the boy's face was coming from his eyes. Joe had seen all of this before and he knew what the future would hold if he let this continue. Jon was already bringing up his arm to his mouth the words he was trying to say sounded like someone babbling. The only thing just thought that he heard was him saying, “I'm okay. I just got a little bite.”
Joe knelt down next to the boy, patting his shoulder, feeling horrible about everything that has transpired on this day. He fired off one shot into the top of his skull and the lights in his eyes went out.
Joe looked around, seeing cabinet upon cabinet of bottles. He couldn't tell what any of them were and hissed at Kya to get in the room. She walked in, shutting the door, following Joe, pointing at it and his instructions. Joe walked over to the windows, ripping the blinds from them and filling the room with a much-needed light.
Neither of them spoke for a moment, they simply walked up to the cabinets and began looking at an alphabetically sorted plethora of chemicals. Between the
