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Landon jumped a bit when he hear a voice begin over the intercom. He recognized the voice as Cody, the class president. They mostly got along with each other in student senate, and were at the same level until their senior year when Cody decided to run for class president. Landon had thought about doing it as well, but didn't care enough to do so. He wasn't so into being looked at for advice and leadership, even though he could lead very well.

He listened as Cody said for everyone to meet in the cafeteria. He debated on whether he should go, but decided against it. He assumed C.J. would go, but he didn't too much care to be in a room full of people, half of which could be infected with the virus. He suddenly realized that he needed to call his older brother and the rest of his family. Once he found C.J., he would find a way out of here and to their family. He prayed to god that his parents were alive the most because they were the most likely to be dead.

Landon finally made it to his locker on the third floor, and quickly opened it, finding yet another desolate hallway besides the few dead bodies, that he chose to ignore. He opened it up and then took out his wallet and shoved it in his back pocket. He also took his keys. Then he took out his phone and dialed his older brother. No signal. Of course there wasn't a signal. Isn't that how it always works? After about five minutes, he began to hear footsteps coming up the stairs. He reached for the gun by instinct but then remembered he was in a school. These students didn't want to hurt him, hopefully.

Suddenly there was a huge crowd coming through, all looking around and walking into rooms. What the hell was going on? "CJ!" he yelled into the crowd that was about to trample him. "CJ, you there?!" He got no response and began to push through the crowd in the opposite direction to go downstairs. Whatever Cody had told them to do, he didn't really plan on joining them unless it was a way to escape.