Description
It started like a regular day at school. The scraping of chairs across hardwood flooring and the last few chirps of conversation died down to complete silence as Mr. Cross walked in through the heavy wooden door with its small rectangular window that stretched across the top. His striped shirt was unbuttoned and rolled up to the elbows already, despite being a cool morning in September. His usually perfect salt and pepper 80's news anchor coif was uncombed, void of product and looked as though he'd missed his last appointment at the salon. The manner in which he normally carried himself had changed as well and I don't think I was the first to notice. * * * * * * Candice Bailey is just trying to get through the school year when something terrible happens. The Teachers of the school have turned into flesh eating monsters. Will they make it out of this alive?
Part 1
