It's the first day of school, and you don't want to make a jack-ass out of yourself. You enter the school and head to the guidance office to pick up your locker combonation. Smiling to the obese Guidance Secretary, Mrs. Hugh, you head off to your locker. Locker 666. Combination: L 13 R 13 L 13. Odd.
You are about to open the locler when you see a gorgeous girl come up to you, wearing something too racy for Brittany Spears.
"Hi there! I'm Melissa. Is this your locker?"
You manage to stammer out, "Y-y-y-es..."
"Great!" she says. "Would you mind if I stick my cigarettes in there? My lockers next to yours, and I don't want to get caught. The administration already has me on their blacklist. I'm a transfer from Jersey. Got suspended."
Oh boy, a bad girl...well, you always liked to live a little dangerously...at least, in your dreams. "S-s-s-ure..."
She hands you a pack of Virginia Slims and blows you a kiss before wiggling her tight ass down the hall, attracting quite a few stares. You open your locker and toss in the cigarettes. Seeing as you have no books yet, you're about to shut the door when you see a little vial, sitting on the shelf. It's full of a viscous blue liquid. Deciding to check on it later, you slide it into your pocket before heading---
*zzGApow*!
Light and sparks burst from around the corner seen through a corner of your eye. Melissa can be seen running back from her previous destination, shielding her head from pieces of flying plaster and electricity.
“Hey!” You call out to Melissa, “Whats going on?”
“Oh my god,” Melissa stammer as she runs behind you, “Oh my god,” she repeats to herself over and over.
“Melissa, whats going on?” you grab her by the shoulders to calm her.
“Theres some guy with a gun at school!” Melissa blurts out.
“Shit!” You say to yourself, “Just like that other school! We better—“
Your words are cut off as a flash of light blazes past you and strikes your locker, causing it to explode in a flash of light, forcing you and Melissa to the ground. Wearily you stand up, wondering what kind of gun could do something like that. Melissa ‘s arms are clutched tightly to you, her words of ‘Oh my god’ are drenched out by the screams and chaos in the schoolgrounds.
That is when you spot the gunman. A moderately sized man, just as tall as you, with the same color hair. His thick stubble and scarred face obscures any true features from the distance. His clothes are out of some sort of sci fi movie. Post apocalyptic. He loades his strange gun and peers at the two of you through dark shades, getting ready to finish you off.
Without thinking you grab Melissa, her size and light weight making it easy for you to overpower her and duck behind another corner of a hallway as a blast makes a crater in the floor where you were standing.
“Oh my god… oh my god…” Melissa repeats to herself.
“We gotta find some place to hide!” You whisper hoarsely.
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What will you do?
Wed Dec 29 13:54:19 1999