Welcome Home; Hell Waits For No One

[marilyn roman]

Welcome to hell; Oh how those words could never be truer. Marilyn stood, the entrance of the school doors slung open. Her stance strong, the double barrel shotgun hung loosely from her shoulder. She peered into the darkness, the light only covering three feet into the school building. She finally took her first steps into the run-down Stratford High school, which use to be crawling with life was now overruled by the undead. Marilyn snorted, spit on the ground in front of her and search the halls with her eye's. After checking that everything was clear, She took a sharp left, Her shotgun carefully held in both hands as she forced herself to roam threw the halls.

Though Marilyn inside was pissed, she kept her calm at least just to keep focus and not go on a rampage and get her self killed. Why was she doing this anyways? Didn't she have better things to do she asked her self. OH yeah the ass wipes that worked under her had other things to do. " yeah right "
She told herself, searching the lockers along the hall for anything fallible. Though it was her job to assign the ranks and missions. She always seemed to be doing more than the rest under her. At least when she did it, it gone down and it got done correctly. Today's mission was to go out and kill at least twenty zombies, juts enough to stop them from spreading their disease. It just happen that no one was in the mood to do these things, so she had to go out and do them her selves.

There was only two things that made this situation worse.
First thing was, she hated this school, she detested it. she barely made it threw. Why would she want to come back to this hell hole even before the zombies took over. The only thing that kept her going was her passion in the arts. Half the time she wasn't even here and the people who did come where all the same, they should have been dead anyways.

Second, It was that time of the month and her body was screaming in protest. She shouldn't be doing this. Though she was, she moved slowly over to the lockers. Sliding down the cold metal slabs; sitting down onto her legs. She sat the shotgun on her lap, taking a deep breath. She pressed her hands into her abdomen.

The floor seem to creak to her right. She twisted her head to the side in a swift motion. There was nothing there, the only thing to linger was the smell of rotting blood. She knew she couldn't sit here forever she had to get the job done before going back to headquarters. She quickly picked her self up onto her feet. She was bent over as if she was going to blow chucks. " Ug" She hated cramps. The noise came from her right again, she looked back, but still there was nothing. Then there was a loud bang and the closed doors from the entrance where slammed open. The screeching from the right. Her head going back and forth, She was stuck between to hordes of zombies or so she thought.

Her eye had caught three to four zombies coming her way. The light coming from the entrence seem to fade, but no one was coming towards her except the zombies to her right. She turned around facing the zombies lifting her shotgun into the air. Firing off round of shots. knocking one zombie dead with a bullet wound to the head. Three more where coming her way in a semi fast pace. It would be matter of minutes before they reached her. Even though she had enough bullets to kill off at least fifteen. Though if she wanted to kill more or not be zombie chow, she needed back up or a better aim.

More footsteps came behind her, she didn't know if it was more zombies or someone else. No matter who they where Marilyn wish they would hurry their asses up and help her already.