Lost Echoes, Fallen Dreams

Chapter 1: Anguish

"KEVIN! I TOLD YOU, LEFT RIGHT RIGHT, NOT RIGHT LEFT LEFT!" I sighed and slammed my head on my bass. The band director was really getting on my nerves today. Mr. Williams sighed and looked at his watch. "Put stuff up." We all put our instruments in our cases. After attendance was taken, Mr. W gave the announcements. "The car wash is Friday. Have a ni-" Mr. W was cut off by a screech from outside.

"What's that?" a kid asked nervously. "Probably nothing." another said. "Well." ,our director said, " Someone can check." I raised my hand instantly. Anything to get out of class for five seconds. "Kevin, go. Matt, go with him." Matt looked at me and waved. I let out a small smile. Matt was my best friend, even though we didn't know each other for long. We walked outside, and saw a man with red eyes shoot a gun at something green. A bullet almost hit me. I jumped beside a dumpster.

"YOU'LL GET YOURS, YOU SLIMY BASTARDS!" Matt peeked out of our makeshift cover for a second. He gasped as a human scream sounded. I jumped out and saw a zombie eating his corpse. I barfed a bit, before the creature saw me. It let out a tortured moan and limped torwards us. My panic gear kicked in. I swerved around and saw the man's gun. I dived for it, and picked it up. It said 'Olympia' on it. A very heavy gun as well. The zombie was several inches away. My hands closed around the trigger instinctively. I pulled at it, then realized the safety was on. I turned it off and fired, sending a bullet straight through its head. Matt peeked out of cover.

"Is it dead?" "I think so..." But then a scream sounded behind me, and a horde of zombies was approaching.

Chapter 2: Escape