Bucky Buchanan, the cheer captain of Seabrook High. He was very serious about his role. It was like his life.. his personality. Being the cheer captain was him. No one could replace that title. No one could be a better cheer captain than him. He was a huge critic. Bucky has good eyes. He's always spying on the latest drama and making sure his cheer squad would be doing the steps he taught correctly. Bucky was extremely strict about his rules when it came to Cheer: Do it right the first time, don't be lazy, don't be a mess, and lastly..

NO ZOMBIES.

Zombies were a main problem in Seabrook High. Filthy, nasty, green haired freaks. Although the school was finally done with segregation, it still laid its grounds in the gym where Bucky Buchanan lived. He was strict on his rules about zombies. He hated those Filthy things stepping foot inside of the gym. Bucky was a big germ-a-phobe.

Seabrook's cheer squad had been practicing months for the finals. Bucky made sure the critic every single move they made. And if they made one mistake.. CUT.

A tall and lanky zombie made its way towards the gym, opening the large doors. He slowly eased his way towards the cheer group, noticing Bucky giving the squad a lecture. Before the zombie could even take another step, a young and blonde girl pointed him out. Bucky screamed dramatically and began dismissing the zombie with his hand, shooing him away. The zombie shook his head, trying to get Bucky's attention.

He wanted to be on the cheer squad. It was odd to see a male zombie wanting to do something like cheer.

Bucky stood in front of the zombie in the middle of the gym as everyone watched. "Ew! What are you filthy zombies doing!? Barging in the gym like you're a human. What do you want!?" Bucky yelled, impatiently waiting for a response.