Hysterical screams sounded loud from outside the classroom mixed with the groans of the zombies. Bloodstains stuck to the sides of the corridor. You hid under desks, trying to make sense of what's going on.

A loud sound of door being opened was heard. You see someone rushed into the room and locked the door. His face is covered in blood, baseball bat in his grip. Turning around, you had pointed a cutter at his neck. He quickly raised his hands and shouted.

"Damn it! Hey! I'm not a zombie!"