Bishop Trander
Bishop's eyes widened as suddenly several people seemed to be jumping out of a window and onto the ground below. Looking at them through a crowd of zombies was a bit difficult but he could've sworn that he recognized some of the shouting voices from the distance. "Oh crap! Guys, I think that's them... Something's wrong." He stood up leanign out from behind the wall more to try and get a better view. <Crap! This is not good, they're going to be trapped between a horde of zombies at this rate... We have to do something.> He looked back to his friend Silas and the other junior Natsu worry written across his face. "Guys... I don't think that are reunion is going to happen. He looked around trying to think of something since they seemed to have to put him in charge for this hellish nightmare. He looked out to the fields right next to them, across was a fence they could climb with moderate ease. Well, at least his group seeing as they all seemed to be athletic in some department. "We gotta go guys... You two take Varthur up over that fence and wait for me. If I can lure this horde away from that group, maybe they can break through..."
He turned to see what appeared to be Silas and Natsu hesitate. "Just go!" When they ran off, he would go with them except part to the right shouting and making as much noise as he could. Bishop slammed his staff against a metal pipe watching as the dead turned their heads, and grotesque eyes in his direction. "Hey hey!! That's right, over here! 100% U.S. prime rib, come on!" There was something disturbing about calling himself a dish, with the fact that it could very well happen. He backed up seeing a huge number of undead swarm in his direction. "Heh... I wonder if they'll be upset if they find out I'm not pure American..." Bishop turned to run towards the fence ducking and dashing around zombies having too may close calls. He was beginning to realize that he was more fatigued than he thought, or would have liked to believe. As he ran, he got slower and the zombies seemed to get faster. Bishop's eyes widened as felt hands pull on the back of his shirt just as he started to climb the fence. "No no no!" He looked back seeing several trying to pull Bishop down.
To his worst nightmares, despite how hard he fought and seemed to gain ground the fence felt like it was just getting taller and taller. Until Bishop's strength waned and he fell back, feeling dozens of hands grab his body beginning to pull his body in every direction. He didn't scream, but let out a loud cry as he fell to his death into a bed of strong hands and human jaws.
(end Dream)
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Bishop woke with a gasp and scrambled to a sitting position. His body jerked and squirmed until he was up against a locker in the hallway holding his arms close to his body. His chest rose and fell as he practically hyperventilated looking around with wide eyes like a terrified rabbit. Bishop looked back and forth in the hallway seeing everything was empty... Just how his dream was. He was still terrified as ever until the final bell rang and the doors to classrooms opened up, revealing.... Normal healthy students. Bishop looked around as children walked past giving him weird and suspicious looks, avoiding the small pool of blood that was on the floor. Bishop realized that there was a strong yet dull pain on his forehead and he reached up to touch the spot only being greeted withe a stinging sensation and dry crusty blood falling off. "I fell?..." He slowly stood up and placed a hand on the side of his blonde head, placing a hand on the wall for stability.
Bishop looked down reflecting on everything that seemed to have happened. <Was it a dream? Or am I just really dead and this is... Hell? My hell would be never ending school. No, summer school... I hate summer school more.> Bishop managed to pull himself together enough and walked back to his homeroom to gather his book bag and left. As he began to notice more and more, the teacher wasn't there he was on his own. Bishop decided to stop by the nurse's office to get his head looked at.
Bishop walked out of the nurse's office with a blush across his cheeks and a bandage on his head. He approached the exit ot the school seeing another blonde haired boy he'd never seen before (Daniel). This peeked his interest, and as he got closer he heard the boy speaking English with an older gentlemen.... A teacher? Counselor? They both had American accents so that was reason enough for him to try and talk to them, switching over to English easily. "Uh, excuse me? You're American right?". He waited for the boy's reply (Daniel's). "Where are you from?"