Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Living the Life ❯ Two N's ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

By: Smortz

Disclaimer: This story belongs to Smortz. Characters and plot created by me as well

The English classroom came into sight at the end of the hall as Quinn waved to the teacher and pushed the door closed behind her.

Mike met her eyes and she sighed, again, in defeat. Mike and she had gone back to Christmas vacation. They had met at a regrettable party.

Meeting him resulted in her being knee deep in shit she didn't want. The start of being bad and not telling a thing of it to Ryan, thinking back on it she could only feel ashamed.

“Woah, hey Quinn, maybe this won't be so bad after all,” Mike slurred as she sat in the seat completely opposite of him, the front corner of the room.

That wasn't enough as he slid into the seat next to her. Her cell phone rang and she thanked whoever was on the other end as she flipped it open and pressed it to her ear.

“Dad?” She asked.

Her dad sighed in relief. “You're at school right?”

The worry in his voice had her concerned, the way he spoke slightly shaky had her thinking there was something wrong.

“What happened?” She asked.

“I called; I need to talk to you. You're okay to talk?” He asked in a rushed voice.

“Yea, a girl was attacked on the athletic fields, the paramedics and poli-“

“They're still there?” He asked.

“Y-Yea,” she got out in confusion. It was weird that the gates were still undisturbed. Why was it taking so long for them to leave?

“Listen, where is everyone? The teachers, where are they?” He asked.

“I'm in a classroom with a day scholar, the teacher's aren't here they went to take the students back to the dormitories,” she explained.

“I want you to go to the-”

“What's going on?”

She could see the confusion in Mike's voice and even though she didn't like the man he was a student. She flipped the phone on speaker.

“We've been getting runs all day long. We haven't even seen the station, Quinn. These cannibals, its-it's a cult of cannibals going and attacking people, but the people they're attacking are turning into them. Maybe its something like Resident Evil or something, Quinn, go to the security office, I'll pick you up on the next run.”

There was a scream so bone wrecking she flinched, “Don't talk to anyone, if they look like they've been attacked kill them, just you and Ryan go to the security office, I'll pick you up.”

The line went dead.

“What the fuck was that?” Mike asked, his eyes wide.

She shook her head in disbelief before her mind went into overdrive. She dug her pills from her back pack and swallowed two of them. “W-What are those?”

Her chest pains had always been bacd but now they had a right to be bad. “Nothing,” she murmured, “you heard my dad.”

“He said kill them…” Mike trailed and she nodded. The backpack was set on the desk as she tucked her blouse. Her hand disappeared into the back pack, and she pulled out the 92 Baretta from her back pack.

“Why the fuck do you have a gun?” Mike asked.

She gave him a lazy stare, “It's none of your business. Come on.”

“Teacher's told us to stay here!” He grumbled out to her. Quinn shot him a no good look as she dialed Ryan's number and cursed when all she got was a voice machine.

She rummaged through the teacher's drawers. “Did you see where Miller put the radio?” She asked.

Mike shook his head, “You're not going anywhere are you?” He asked.

“Hell yes I'm going somewhere, you've got to be insane to stay, just think if it is Resident Evil then and the girl gets into the dorm, we're going to have a zoo.”

She victoriously grinned when she found the radio and turned the volume up. There was no one talking.

“Stay here then.” She grumbled as she stepped out of the room and walked quietly yet quickly down the hall.

The sound of a door clicking closed had her turning around and reaching for her gun before Mike waved his arms in surrender.

She sighed, hitching her backpack on her shoulder. “Stupid,” she grumbled as she peered over the stair railing and when it was clear, trotted down it quickly.

“Why do you have a gun?” Mike asked.

“I already answered that question,” she grumbled.

She passed a window before spotting three kids sitting in the science lab. Quinn pushed the door open. “Day scholars?”

The three nodded. “There's more than one attacker, we're going to the security room, coming?”

“The teacher said it'd be safer to wait,” The girl muttered, sitting next to a boy that looked the same as her. Brown hair, hers a lot longer of course, to the middle of her back. Then a man who had blond curls, he stood up and nodded. “I'm coming.”

She nodded at him as she turned to leave, but the sibling brown haired kids joined us. “Are you seniors?” The girl asked.

“Yea,” Mike said with a smirk, “that'd make you `little ones'.”

Quinn shushed them but they ignored her completely as she peered down the stairs, she began down them. “Why does she have a gun?”

“She's a mole for the government,” Mike lied and she rolled her eyes turning the corner before ushering them all back into the stair rail. “Shut up, or I'll shoot you myself,” she whispered.

“Is there one down there?” The younger girl asked nudging her head towards the hallway.

“There's no one there,” Quinn murmured. Mike cocked an eyebrow at her, “Isn't that a good thing?”

She raised her shoulders, “It's the administrative building. Shouldn't there be someone there?”

Mike and the three went quiet before she turned around the corner. Her gun was drawn as she turned into the side office for students. There was another radio that she ignored but she found the gate remote panel.

She flipped it over to expose the key, grabbing a marker from her bag as she wrote it twice on her arm and once on Mike's. “We're really leaving?”

“Zoo, Mike, zoo,” she reminded as she shook the mouse of the computer to get it off the screensaver.

A security camera popped up in the right hand corner and she stared at it for a moment. A young man, early twenties hit the gate hard.

“What happened to him?” The girl asked.

She was right to ask that. The left portion of his jaw was missing, but it didn't keep him from screaming. “Help! Open up! Let me in!” He screamed, hitting against the gate before he began running further down the street again. The helplessness in him made Quinn scared.

“Names?” She asked.

“Izzie,” the girl murmured before pointing at her brother, “twin, Alex.”

Quinn looked to the black haired one, “Branson.”

She nodded and waved her hand in the air, “Quinn.”

“With two n's?” Izzie asked, as if in complete interest.

Quinn gave another nod, before walking to the storage closet. There was nothing great in there except for the plastic broom she spotted. Taking it out she lifted it over her upper leg and slammed it against the desk.

She tossed it to Mike, “Weapon.”

“That's not fair,” he grumbled, “Men should have the guns.”

Quinn snorted, “I worked hard for this thing.”

Mike laughed before she stepped towards the exit of the office. “Be quiet,” she whispered before she turned on the radio.

There was nothing for a moment. “We're going to walk to the security office, no running, no noise, nothing,” she ordered before she pushed the doors to the main office open and stepped onto the dirt walkway.

They slid against the wall as she looked around the corner. The security office was in between the building on the right and middle building but about three hundred feet away. They walked under the shades of trees.

There was nothing in sight. They couldn't see anyone, or thing moving. The security office door was unlocked as she pushed it open slowly. “No one here either…”

“The security officer is probably with the cop and paramedic,” she explained as she opened the back door.

There were multiple small TV screens, each displaying a recorded angle of the school grounds and buildings.

She sighed, trying to remember what the hell she'd come here for before her eyes spotted the ambulance and motorcycle. There was no cop or paramedic around. There was a hard beating against the gymnasium door where they were parked. Her phone vibrated in her pocket as she brought it to her ear.

“Dad what's the update?” She asked.

“I can't come pick you up,” he whispered out forlorn.

“What?” She asked. “Why not?”

“You're not in my jurisdiction…” Her dad got out quietly.

Her body went cold, “N-Not in jurisdiction? I'm your daughter, fuck jurisdiction!”

“Hey!” Her father shouted before she sighed, “I'm coming to you then, I'm going to drive the ambulance there.”

She hung up before he could reply.

A scream tore her mind away from its current thought process as she turned on her heels and gasped at the teacher. His suit was missing, his arms circled around Branson as Mike fought him off with the broom, keeping his mouth away from Branson's body from behind. Stepping up beside him she pointed the gun flat against his head.

The trigger was pulled and a warm liquid hit her face as she closed her eyes. The body fell to the ground lifelessly before she stepped back into the monitoring room. “I'm going to get the ambulance and cop car.”

“You just shot him…” Izzie mumbled.

“You still coming?” Quinn asked.

Izzie shot her a glare before she handed Mike a tissue from her back pack. “You got blood on you,” she pointed at his splattered shirt.

“You too,” he muttered almost in shock.

“It'd be easier if we went together, if you don't come I'm not going to pick you up,” Quinn warned.

“The girls' dormitory is taken over,” she whispered looking at the clueless zombie like lot wandering the halls. Their faces and limbs sometimes missing, but yet there was life still in them.

Mike nodded, “I'm in.”

She smiled at him before she caught a glimpse of silver in her. She turned and almost giggled childishly at the silver armored box against the wall, a padlock locking it shut. “Perfect,” she whispered before she pointed her gun and shot. The padlock broke off and she loved the sound, pulling the lid open.

Three firearms graced her eyes as she pulled the holster and wrapped it around her lower hips. She placed her Baretta in one and gave a standardized gun to Mike. “Point shoot remember the rebound,” she grumbled before she handled the strapped Riot gun like it was a baby. It hung on her shoulder before she handed the broken broom to Branson.

“Let's go,” she muttered as she took off at a light jog to the athletics department.