Chapter 3: Cruelty of Apocalypse
Moments later, a shrill siren blared from the school, filling the air with a piercing sound that caught every zombie's attention. Instantly, the horde shifted, staggering toward the sound like predators drawn to fresh prey.
Meanwhile, inside a locked study room in the school, several students huddled, their faces pale as they heard the radio blaring outside.
"Who turned on that radio?!" one of them whispered, his voice trembling. "All the zombies are heading this way!"
A heavyset man with a greasy appearance, whom the students called "Uncle Sam," grunted, gripping a crowbar as he glared at them. He had been using the school as a temporary hideout, intending to use the students to create an escape route when the coast was clear. But now, with the zombie horde closing in, his plan was in jeopardy.
"If I ever find out who started that radio, I'll make them pay!" he muttered.
As more zombies poured onto the campus, Uncle Sam's anxiety grew. Desperately, he turned to the students. "Any of you know where the school's main power switch is?"
A thin, nervous-looking boy raised a hand. "I know... It's by the security room."
"Good. You'll go there and turn it off," Sam ordered, moving aside a makeshift barricade at a back window. "You can jump from here. The back is clear."
The boy hesitated, visibly scared, but Sam's glare was firm. "For everyone's safety," he said with a threatening tone.