A conspiracy

There are a few people inside in the midst of a conversation that sounds more like an argument. "- we can't do that, there'll be a full blown riot on our hands Ma'am." Gerald protests, you don't know what he's protesting though.

"These students are trained in weaponry, C-Q-C and are pushed to their physical limits in training. It'd be a waste not to enlist their help, this is what they are being trained for, isn't it?" Chris Tank retorts, he is Mrs Z second-in-command and perhaps the only other person she considers to be actually capable of doing their job... Whatever that may be other than being a walking steroid. "Besides we can't keep them locked in their rooms, eventually they'll get restless and want to come out." He continues.

"Ma'am, we've spotted a man approaching from the south wall, he's asking for our help and looks to be in a bad state. Your orders?" A guard informs the group over a radio.

"We need to let him in before we attract too much unwanted attention." Charlotte Miller voices her opinion. She is Mrs Z's personal assistant and organiser for most of the school's events, she probably runs the whole school side of the place. She's rather young for one of the staff and is relatively new to the school, only just arriving halfway through the previous year. You can still picture her cute face as she speaks, although your eyes would naturally fall down the rest of her slim body. Charlotte matches Mrs Z's hair, being kept in a tight bun, however the bright blonde glow reflects on her cheerful rosy face making her appear much more attractive than her boss.

"Let the man in but keep him detained. I will need to examine him personally when I get down there." Mrs Z speaks in her usual grating tone. She sighs as you assume the radio is turned off. "I suppose it is best if we inform them about the infection." Mrs Z finishes up to the group inside.

"Infection?" You mouth to Jake. He shrugs his shoulders in response. Perhaps it is true then? The apocalypse... Here... Now. Your heart races a little in excitement. However with no time to move you and Jake shift behind the small potted trees in the corners of the hallway as the door to Mrs Z's office opens. Out walks the four of them as you hold your breath and keep as still as possible.

Thankfully they don't notice you.

"We need to head back, fast," Jake whispers hurriedly after you both waited a few minutes in silence behind the trees.

"Alright lets..." You stop yourself when two guards step out into the cross sectional corridor. "Shit." You mutter under your breath.

"Halt you've violated the law. Come with us or prepare to die!" The shorter and slightly overweight one calls out as they march towards you. His partner frowns and looks at him.

"Bill, we talked about this..." The partner sighs. "You can't just... Ugh, never mind. You two, what are you doing outside Mrs Z's office?" You and Jake look at each other uncertainly

You take a bold step forward causing them to stop dead in their tracks. "I'm uncovering a conspiracy!" You claim boldly. "Your bosses are behind a massive operation here and I'm going to uncover the truth, whether or not you'll help is irrelevant at this point. I only ask that you stay out off my way!" You can almost feel Jake facepalm behind you.

"Dude, Michael." Your friend hisses at you. "We could've just lied and said we just got here." Oh... Shit...

"I don't think your going anywhere except with us to Mrs Z." The partner says as they continue marching at you. That is until they get knocked out by a group of students and-

"Bella? What are you doing here?" You ask surprise all over your face.

"Hey little brother, how is school going?" He smirks at you before pulling you into a tight hug. "I'm glad you're okay, we need to go." You take a second look over the group of students. Charlie, Dwayne, Jimmy and James all of whom are holding guns, more likely training guns. The last one is another friend of Charlie that you have the displeasure of speaking with, Jimmy on the other hand... You could almost consider him to be a friend, he's always been their for you in a pinch.

"We can't leave yet." Charlie interjects. "You claimed you're investigating a conspiracy? What did you find?"

You run a hand through your hair sheepishly. "Right now? Nothing..." He groans aloud, angrily. "But we did hear them talk about an infection and that they're going to tell us about it."

"That doesn't make sense, what was the helicopter doing?" Dwayne sighs.

"Helicopter?" Jake asks. "Why do they need a helicopter to inform u... s..." He doesn't need to finish. You both heard what they discussed in the room, they didn't specifically mention the students.

"They've left us behind..." You finish, barely a mutter.

"Look that doesn't matter. The infection is all the way in Ashfield city, it's nowhere near us so we have plenty of time to pack up and go." Bella attempts to placate all of you.

"Ashfield is south of here." Jake stares at you knowingly.

"What does it matter?" Your brother responds frustration grasping his words.

"A man arrived from the south, presumably running from it. They told him to let him into the building." Suddenly screams echo from the corridors, plunging you into a chorus of penetrating cries and shrieks for help.

"We need to go." Jimmy is the first to 'speak' up with a very pale looking face, in a panicked whisper.

He points down the corridor on our right. A group of people shamble along the corridor, wandering aimlessly in bloodied clothes and gaping wounds on their bodies. Their bodies twist and twitch rigidly at sharp angles as blood dries in large splatters all over their faces and upper chest, with a few even missing limbs. These people aren't students though, they look too old behind the injuries and blood.

You all look at each other each then down the different corridors, all of the paths were now blocked by more shambling people. Jake points back to Mrs Z's office. The larger group starts to back up the corridor when you stop and look back at the **** guards on the floor.

Dwayne notices and grabs your arm. "What are you doing?" He whispers worriedly.