zombie versus time

Chapter three

Peter walked dejected down the white hallway of his school. His hands reeked so bad. Somewhere around the smell of a dirty sick and a piece of rotten cheese.

He had met Zamuel by the gate, just the way he would always do. Peter found it weird that Zamuel would wait for him, no matter how long. Even if it meant that hell have to get in late with Peter and get punished.

Together, they had ran for the school gate, like two heroes about to save the day.

But no. Peter stepped on his shoelaces that had come loose and in the crowd he stumbled to the ground. Zamuel? He ran on without knowledge that his bestfriend didn make it into the gate in time.

Peter had to join the other culprits that came late in cleaning the school compound.

Now, the locker boxes came into sight and he didn feel all to great about it. Zammy had used the last of his fragrance oil.

Still when he got to his locker, he tried his luck with the plastic, squeezing it as he silently prayed that a drop would gather out.

Nothing and nothing were all that came out. Frustrated, he threw the bottle back in, dropped the books that he wasn using soon and slammed the locker shut.

He knew that he could just head to the bathroom, hed have to pass by his class and that would mean that Mrs Jenkins, his physics teacher, would see him. She won even let him try.

He nonchalantly strolled towards his class. When he reached it, he paused to wipe his hands on his trousers and then he sniffed on them again. The terrible odor was still ever present.

Since there was nothing he could do, he took a deep breath and squared his tiny shoulder before reaching out to open the door.

”Youve come late today, again ”, Miss Jenkins asked him, with little hint of a frown on her face.

”I am sorry, ma. I didn mean to ”

Miss Jenkins stopped to look at him for a while before proceeding to write a physics problem on the board.

”Here ”, she said, passing the marker to him, ”solve this and therell be no detention for you ”.

She smiled.

He gingerly walked to the board, turned around to look at his classmates. This question might have been an hard one for them to solve, but definitely not for him.

He took his time to unravel the solution of the tricky question from wave equation. Infact, he felt like Miss Jenkins had intentionally made this easy to spite him.

”That was great! For a moment there, I thought you were going to flunk it ”, Zamuel whispered immediately Peter settled into the seat beside him.

Peter thought he should say something, but his mind was too occupied by the thoughts of his stinking hands that he remained silent.

Peters eyes widened when he saw Zamuel thrust a new bottle of oil into his hand. ”I think this might come in handy ”, he had stated with a wink.

”Youve got to be kidding me, Zammy! ” Peters mood was now elated as he emptied some of the contents of the container on his palms before rubbing them together.

Zammy had been his bestfriend since they were in the basic school. The duo had always competed academically. They were both brilliant and handsome too. But Peter would never agree that he was.

Where Peter was slim and tall, Zamuel had shorter legs and and was blessed with a thicker body frame. He had black short hair and eyes that seemed like they could read your mind.

The two of them were so close that even during holidays, theyll stay together, switching between houses at intervals. Parents from the both sides already knew that if there was an outing, it had to be for two.

The rest of the classes that day were uneventful. And it was glaring that Peter had something bothering him.

As both friends walked back home from school, Peter felt Zamuel gently hit him in the sides.

”Are you okay? You seem a bit distant today ”, he asked.

Peter tried to pretend he was confused, ”what do you mean distant? I am fine ”. He even went ahead to fake a smile.

He must have forced the smile too much because Zammy didn fall for it. ”I know when you
e lying, dummy. Whats with you? ”

”Fine ”. Peter looked around to make sure nobody was listening before continuing, ”do you believe in zombies? ”

Peter watched as Zamuel froze.aybe he just didn know what to say.

After a while, he finally spoke. ”What do you mean zombies? ”

”I know this sounds stupid, but Ive been having a crazy dream of zombies with bite marks and… ”

”Bright green slimy skin? ”, Zamuel interrupted, stealing the words right out of Peters mouth.

Peters eyes widened in fear. ”How did you know about those? Don tell me that youve seen them ”

Zammy sighed. ”Ive been having some disturbing nightmares where I am being attacked by them. Lots of them ”

Everything suddenly seemed to become darker around Peter. Here was Zamuel confessing to be having the same dreams. How could he not be scared?

”Or, could it be a message that something bad is about to happen? ”, Zamuel asked with the fear very obvious in his voice.

”I don know. But we definitely are not talking to anybody about this. Atleast not yet. ”

Peter knew it. He was silently hoping that all this was just a coincidence. But he knew more that things like this always happened in movies, and they were not always coincidental.

Terror was about to break loose. And that terror would have his bestfriend and him in the middle of it all.