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<::EDIT::> I am totally remaking the story, from start to finish. That's why I haven't been here in a while. It'll include much more detail, and be much more interesting (i can't make new posts for some reason T_T) </::EDIT::>

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Backed onto the far wall, amidst the sounds of assured chaos, everyone now captive in the room begin to panic. Others are seen running down the hallways at breakneck speeds thru the windows, horrified looks plastered onto their faces. Ironically, the only thing anyone knew for certain was that nobody knew what was going on at all. Some started to whimper, others retreated to the fetal position. Most others prayed.

Then, as if time had slowed to a crawl, Zack saw two things he assured himself never to forget: his friend stopping in the hallway, turning around, revealing a pistol gripped in his hand, and seeing him raise the barrel, unloading down the hallway at the invaders, viewable thru the wall-sized windows. They were in suits that resemble fully equipped S.W.A.T. soldiers, gas masks hiding their faces. His friend in the hallway had lost his bravery in the moment, jumping into the classroom, telling everyone to get behind something.

Nobody expected anything that happened next, let alone anything that has happened at all up to this point. This, however, took the cake. The battle scarred remains of an airborne ship careened thru the school, straight down the path of the hallway that contained the Biology 3 lab that everyone was in. It obliterated everything in its path, shattering the windows in the walls, shooting glass into overturned desktops, as well as the bodies of scarcely protected civilians.

Zack looked up from behind his table of a makeshift shield, his ears dizzyingly ringing. He looked over at the others to see if they had kept through the blast as well as he did. Most had only a couple minor cuts and bruises, others not so lucky. Three had been blown through the windows behind the barricading line of 'shields', their corpses riddled with hundreds of glass bits, realizing this bad dream that had come from the aftermath of the outbreak of Hell on Earth. Everything was not alright. For hours, all the survivors of the crash could do was call for help, try to calm themselves, and revive the intensely wounded. After about four hours, Zack presented a plan he was concocting, since most had calmed down enough to listen to each other by now.

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