THWACK!
My backpack collided solidly with his head, which popped, with a sickeningly wet sound, off his shoulders and flew across the grass where it rolled a couple times before coming to a stop. I knew I shouldn't have taken the time to make coffee. All it did was make me late. And being late meant a greater chance of attack.
I swung my backpack over my shoulder, glad it was Tuesday. That business law book was freaking heavy, and it sucked lugging it to class everyday, but it made an amazing weapon. His body was still twitching as I stepped carefully over it and jogged toward the building. A swipe of my ID card unlocked the solid steel doors, which took a woefully large amount of strength to open. I managed to get it wide enough to slip inside, into the cool air of the business building, and then leaned back into it until it banged closed.
The smell of rotting flesh followed me up the stairs as I headed for my classroom.
"Nice of you to join us," Dr. Moore said as I stepped into my finance class.
"Sorry," I panted. "I was - "
"We know," he told me, waving his gnarled hand flippantly at the window along the back wall. "Nice form."
I smiled sheepishly. "Thank you."
Dr. Moore nodded curtly. "Now, please go wash your backpack in the restroom so the zombie stench won't asphyxiate the rest of the class."
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