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“Have a seat,” said the teacher. “My name is Ms. Wade, it’s nice to meet you. We have a couple of other new students today.”

  Zack scanned the room, and had his first surprise of the day. Alex was sitting in the front row, smiling at him. He walked over and sat down in the seat next to her.

  “Hey,” he said. “Looks like we share a home room.”

  “Yeah, looks like it,” she replied. “I’m just happy that there is someone here that I know, even if only a little.”

  A couple more students filed into the classroom, laughing and acting like the carefree high school seniors they were. It seemed very similar to what he was used to back home, but different at the same time. Zack pulled out a notebook and watched as Ms. Wade began writing on the blackboard. The first bell rang, and she walked over and closed the door.

  “Alright class, the exchange program is under way for the school and we have a couple of new students here. Please try to make them feel welcome,” she said.

  There were a couple of laughs from the back of the room, but when Zack looked over his shoulder, they seemed to fade. Ms. Wade continued on.

  “We’ll have study hall until second period starts today,” she said. “No talking, whatsoever.”

  Zack lazily thumbed through his empty notebook. It didn’t seem like there was really much else to do. He had forgotten to bring a book or anything to occupy himself with, figuring that he wouldn’t need it on his first day. He began to doodle on a piece of paper, and was in the process of zoning out when a unmistakable noise pulled him back to reality.

  A loud bang echoed through the halls, followed by a scream, followed by more bangs. Everyone in the room instantly froze. There was silence for a second, and then another series of bangs rang out.

  “Those…are gunshots,” he said, almost in a daze.

  “Oh my god…” said Ms. Wade. “Everyone, stay in your seats!”

  She quickly walked over to the door and peered out into the hallway. Zack could see her visibly shaking, and was amazed by her nerve. Ms. Wade stepped out into the hallway, closed the classroom door, and locked it behind her, and that was when the chaos broke out in the classroom.

  Everyone began speaking their terrified minds. Zack looked over to Alex’s seat only to realize that it was empty. She had gone to the bathroom earlier, and hadn’t come back. He felt his heart begin to race as he thought about the terror of being out in the hallway and exposed.

  Slowly, using every ounce of his nerve that he could muster, Zack stood up and walked over to the door.

  “Hey, what the fuck are you doing?” cried one of the guys. “Don’t go out there, are you crazy?”

  Zack looked back towards the class and saw that most of the eyes in the room were locked onto him. He forced a smile, and then turned the door knob and peaked out into the hall.

  “I’m just looking out for a friend,” he said. “I’ll be okay.”

  His heart was pounding wildly, seeming to contradict the words as they left his throat. Zack forced himself to step out into the hallway and close the door behind him, feeling all the while like he was signing his own death warrant in the process.

  CHAPTER 4

  As Zack began to move down the hall, the gunshots picked up again. He was moving away from them, but they were much too close for comfort. There were more screams, and he could hear footsteps pounding on the tile floor.

  He crouched down and moved slowly, peering around each corner as he went. There was no way for him to know if this was an isolated incident, or if there was more than one shooter, or anything really. All he could do was try to keep safe.

  The layout of the school was still foreign to him, and he quickly realized that it exponentially amplified the amount of danger he was in. He moved slowly, and would peer in through the windows of any classroom he went by. They all seemed to either be ghostly calm, with students hidden under desks and behind presentation boards, or a chaotic mess of fear and panicking.

  Zack approached the school’s sprawling, open walled library and stopped. He could hear loud, deliberate footsteps, and was sure that they didn’t belong to a fleeing student. He pushed himself up against a bookshelf, and tried to still his racing heart.

  “No, please…” cried a female voice. Zack peered through a gap in the books and saw his homeroom teacher, Ms. Wade. Tears were streaming down her face, and she seemed to be almost incapable of talking coherently through her sobbing.

  “Do it,” said another voice, a man’s this time. “Or I will make your death even more painful.

  Zack shifted one of the books so he could get a better view. There was a figure dressed entirely in black, every inch of skin covered up. The hand of the figure was gloved, and wrapped around a deadly looking pistol. His head was covered with a black cloth Halloween mask with a crudely patterned skull on the front.

  Ms. Wade’s shirt was already torn open slightly. The man slowly lifted up the gun and pointed it at her head, and she began to vibrate with fear. Her hands were trembling, but she slowly reached over to the pants of the figure and began to unzip his fly.

  Zack had seen enough. The book shelf gave him a small amount of cover, and he slipped along it until he was behind the masked man. Then, summoning all of the courage he possessed, he threw himself forward and rammed into the shooter with his shoulder.

  The gun went flying out of the man’s hand, and he toppled down to the ground. Zack wasted no time and immediately grabbed Ms. Wade’s hand and pulled her to her feet.

  “Come on!” he shouted.

  “Oh god, oh god!” she screamed.

  Ms. Wade was deep in a state of panic, but she managed to follow behind Zack as he led her away from the library. The masked man was busy reaching for the pistol, and the two of them managed to get a decent head start before he turned to follow.

  “You can’t escape!” his voice yelled. Zack didn’t slow down, fully intending to prove him wrong and dragging his teacher with him.

  He turned around a corner, and quickly opened a door and pulled Ms. Wade through it with him, locking it behind them as quietly as he could. They were in a tiny storage room, with only just enough space for them two of them to stand shoulder to shoulder.

  “He…he was going to,” Ms. Wade said.

  “Shhhhhh…” replied Zack. He put his hand over her mouth and held her still.

  Footsteps could be heard coming down the hall towards him. Zack felt his heart begin to race and knew that his teacher must be under the same stress. He took his other hand and grabbed hers, rubbing it to try to calm her down. She responded by squeezing back tightly.

  The footsteps drew closer, until they were right outside the door. Zack held his breath, fully expecting gunshots to fire through the door. But a moment went by, and they never came. The shooter continued down the hall, until they finally could no longer hear him.

  They waited in complete silence for several minutes. Ms. Wade had pulled close to Zack, and buried her head against his chest. He felt himself calming down, and starting to think about just what they would have to do next.

  “Zack…some of the students are dead,” Ms. Wade whispered.

  He looked at her blankly, not sure how to respond.

  “He shot them! He shot some of the students!”

  “It’s okay, it’s going to be okay Ms. Wade,” he whispered.

  “Please, just hold me Zack. Tell me it’s going to be okay.”

  “It is going to be okay, Ms. Wade,” he said.

  Zack hugged his teacher tightly. Her shirt was still torn open, and he felt himself feeling slightly guilty for noticing her cleavage, and the nice feeling of her breasts pushed against him. He pet her hair softly, and then grabbed her by the shoulders.

  “Ms. Wade, stay here,” he said. “I need to go see what’s going on.”

  “No! You can’t,” she said, voice full of fear and concern. “Zack, you’ll die!”

  “Trust me, I won’t,” he told her. “I’m just going to take a look around.�
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  Zack reached to open the door of the storage room, and felt his teacher cling to him desperately. Without really thinking about what he was doing, Zack cupped his teacher’s cheek in his hand and leaned in, kissing her on the lips. Ms. Wade hesitated for a moment, and then began to kiss her student back, wrapping her arm around him and pulling him into a hot embrace.

  CHAPTER 5

  For a moment, the outside situation was completely forgotten. All of the stress and fear contained within the experience of Zack and his teacher, Lana Wade, seemed to be transmuted into something else. And it was something just as primal, and compelling.

  Zack felt his cock quickly springing to attention in his pants. Ms. Wade was grinding against him. Her bra was exposed through the tear in her shirt, and he found his hands beginning to undo the rest of the buttons almost out of instinct.

  Neither of them said anything to each other, but their bodies spoke in an intense language of their own. Ms. Wade shifted her shoulders and let him drop her shirt down, leaving her big breasts clad in nothing more than a small black bra. Zack pulled his shirt off over his head and then quickly unzipped his jeans.

  They pressed together again, kidding passionately. Zack was rock hard, and from the way his teacher was grinding her hips against him, he could tell that she wanted it. He pulled her pants down, and then the two of them quickly fumbled around with each other’s underwear, removing the last barrier.

  Zack pushed his teacher against the wall and lifted up one of her legs. The head of his cock was pushing against the entrance of her cunt, and he could feel for the first time just how wet and ready she was. He slowly eased himself into her, feeling the amazing sensation of his teacher accepting him spreading across his dick.

  Ms. Wade stifled a moan as she felt Zack enter her. He slid into his teacher slowly and gently at first, and then allowed his pace to pick up. The two of them were still dead silent, something deep inside them aware of the danger surrounding them, but the illicit feeling of the sex was fueling the fires of their lust.

  He began to get into a regular rhythm, fucking his teacher as though she was just another high school slut. Ms. Wade was kissing his neck softly, her arms wrapped around him. Zack realized that in a very real way, she needed this more than he did. The chaos taking over the school had robbed them both of power, and this was almost like a defiant statement against it.

  Ms. Wade was pushing her hips against him in time with his thrusts. He began to feel her tense up, the insides of her cunt tightening as she went into an orgasm. She bit her teeth against his shoulder as the pleasure swept over him.

  Part of Zack wanted to stop, right there. He felt like he had crossed a line, and even though the situation was hectic, he knew that things didn’t need to progress any further. A hot fog of desire had settled over his mind, however, and he felt his hips continue to pump into his teacher with almost a will of their own.

  It felt amazing. Even though she didn’t have the curviest body, Ms. Wade was a gorgeous woman. Her tits hung in front of Zack, and though the closet was dark, he could still make out the outline of their ample size and perfect form.

  He leaned forward and began to suck on one of her nipples as he fucked her. His cock was beginning to tense up, and he knew what came next. He pumped into Ms. Wade with all the strength he had, forgetting for a second what was going on in the rest of the school.

  His teacher began to moan, and he had to force her mouth into his shoulder to keep the sound from leaking out into the hallway. He thrust his cock deep inside her, until finally, he couldn’t hold off any longer. Zack blasted his white hot load deep into the cunt of his teacher, feeling steams of cum explode inside her, feeling her up with his seed.

  Both of them could only breathe, for a moment. It was almost like coming in for a landing after sky diving from a plane. The reality of what had just happened, and what was still happening, slowly began to dawn on them.

  Zack pulled his cock out of her and began to put his clothes back on. His teacher pulled her arms around her naked parts in an attempt to preserve her modesty, almost like a shy school girl. Zack politely averted his eyes, feeling like the surreal nature what was going on almost nullified its consequences.

  “This…this didn’t happen,” said Ms. Wade. “If we both live through today…”

  “I know,” said Zack. “I’ll never speak of it…”

  He thought for a second about leaning in to give her one last kiss, but held back, and instead just cracked open the door to the hallway and slipped out of it. Ms. Wade didn’t stop him this time, and as he stepped back out into the school he felt an incredibly sense of vulnerability sweep over him.

  There was a killer on the loose, and Zack had no idea what, if anything, he could do about it.

  CHAPTER 6

  The school hallways were still new and unfamiliar to Zack. There were no gunshots firing, at least not that he could hear, but an unnerving feeling remained with him as he started back towards the classroom.

  He knew that he needed to check in on any survivors he could find. He knew that if possible, his main objective should be to just get a handle on what was happening, and especially if the shooter was still in the school. But somehow, the task just seemed overwhelming. He had to force every step that he took forward, trying to keep a low, silent profile as he went.

  Zack turned around a corner. In the hallway ahead, the bathrooms were on one side, and a body was on the other. He approached slowly, feeling the reality settle on him as he saw the pool of blood surrounding it.

  The face wasn’t one he recognized, but that was expected. He bent down next to it, watching as blood stained the soles of his sneakers. It was a student, and they no longer appeared to be breathing. They were dead, and all Zack could do was stand there and look.

  There was a unwelcome metallic stench in the air, and it suddenly overwhelmed Zack. He stepped over the body, recoiling as little drops of crimson splashed up on his pant leg. He walked forward, unable to look back at the scene of gore behind him.

  Something was ahead of him, leaning against a gap in between rows of lockers. It was a girl. It was Alex. He walked more quickly towards her, feeling like seeing a person he recognized was almost like being thrown a lifeline.

  “Alex!” he whispered. She had her arms crossed, and was leaned away from him.

  “Zack?” she said, surprised. “Oh my god, I’m so glad you’re alive.

  He hugged her, and she buried her head in his shoulder. When he pulled back, Zack expected to see tears, but instead, she had a grim and determined look on her face.

  “I’m so glad you made it,” she whispered. “Zack…I want you to stay with me.”

  “I will, I will, don’t worry,” he replied.

  “No, I mean, after this…too,”

  Alex looked serious. Her eyes were locked onto his, as though she was trying to speak to his soul instead of his ears.

  “I can’t trust anyone here, Zack,” she said. “Please, I want you to stay close to me. Really close, Zack.”

  “I will, of course,”

  Zack didn’t know what to expect next, and the kiss that she leaned forward and gave him threw him off guard. He let his hands wander up her back, and managed to hug her in response after a moment.

  “Come on, we have to get somewhere safe,” he said.

  Zack grabbed Alex’s hand and began leading her down the hall. Despite what he said, he wasn’t sure if anywhere in the school was safe. They passed by a trail of blood that led through a doorway, and both of them dropped into a stealthy crouch, trying to move quietly.

  Eventually, they made it back to their classroom. As they approached the door, several police guards streamed into the school. All of them had their guns up and at the ready, and moved quickly towards them.

  “Get down!” one of them screamed. “Get down, now!”

  Both Zack and Alex dropped flat onto the floor. The police officers opened the classroom door next to them, and then moved
on. One of them stayed behind, and helped them to their feet, and then began leading the group of them down the hall.

  They exited the school, and all of the emotions the students had been suppressing during the shooting began pour out, almost like a river overflowing a dam. There was crying, yelling, and mourning as they were led out into one of the soccer fields where the survivors were being gathered.

  Along with students and teachers that had already made it out were a large group of terrified community members and parents. Alex was pulled away from Zack as her host family found her and began hugging her. He scanned the crowd, and caught the worried eyes of Quinn across the field.

  “Zack!” she screamed. “Zack, Zack!”

  HE walked towards her, staying relatively calm. She bolted at him as though a woman possessed. Tears were forming in the corner of her eyes, and she wrapped him in a tight embrace.

  “You’re alive!” she said. “Thank god!”

  “It takes more than that to do me in,” he said, smiling.

  Quinn kissed him four times in quick succession. The first three landed on his cheeks, but with the last one, she pushed her lips against his. They were soft, and she tasted good. The surprise of seemed to send an excited chill down his spine, and when she pulled back, the look the two exchanged was of more than just relief.

  “Come on, the police are sending people home as soon as they check in,” said Quinn.

  “Is that…normal?” asked Zack. “I mean, the shooter was wearing a mask.”

  “They don’t want a crowd out here exposed in case he’s still on the loose,” she replied.

  Zack walked up to the officer with the list and gave him his name. The officer marked him off, taking attendance almost in the same way a teacher would. Quinn waited for him in the parking lot by the car, and as he walked over, he saw her smiling at him, brimming with emotion.

  “I was so sure that something had happened to you, Zack,” she said. “You’re not allowed to die…”