5 Chapter 5: The Situation

It was a slaugher.

A long, hard fought and exhausting slaughter, yes. But still, a slaugher all the same.

As the first one stumbled into the funnel, a series of spears rammed themselves into its head. The crack of a skull is a unpleasant noise, but it tells us the spears are doing their job.

Even so, with spears skewered in it's brain like some unholy shish kebab, it continued to stumble forward.

Fearing being pushed back, the spear holders began to ram the spears already in his head around, hoping to hit anything important that could stop it.

Luckily for all of us, just as the next infected began to enter, the advancing one plummeted to the floor, somewhat limp, but still alive.

If you could call it that.

On my command, two other people waiting behind the defenders stooped low, and dragged the body towards them.

The infected tried to swipe and bite at them and the defenders as it was pulled beneath them, but it was so sluggish that it could hardy reach them, let alone cause any damage.

So, the two began to pull the thing up, and but one of them was almost bitten by it because he thought that mostly limp was the same as mostly dead.

Idiot.

The infected man almost tore his face off. Luckily, the other one quickly pulled the infected man's head backward, and then, single-handedly, picked it up and, clumsily, I might add, pushed the thing out the window. By the time that thing had reached the bottom, another infected was being lifted up to follow it.

It was then I put a routine lasting five seconds into action..

For the defenders, in five seconds, the infected must be killed, and in the five seconds for the duo, the infected must be pulled forward, picked up, and dropped out the window.

I then set in rotations for both jobs at every five minutes, as I wanted everyone working to be in the best of shape.

With that settled, I can get on with another pressing matter: Our current situation.

I ordered everyone to collect up all bags, phones, charging cables and, hopefully, remote chargers, for phones and iPods/IPads.

I got two charging cables back, both for phones, 13 phones that were in a good condition, and 2 that had smashed when this first started. Best of all, however, we got one remote charger.

Using the laptop as a base for charging, as we had no plug socket for the phone chargers, we plugged in the chargers in, and turned the laptop, as well as it's charging cable, on.

We plugged in the phone with the lowest charge in one USB port, and plugged the remote charger in the other one, as that would be out only source of charging after the power stops. Somewhat surprising we have power still, seeing we are an hour or so in, but knowing how the power system works, not really, thinking about it.

The coal generators should still be burning in some power plants, so the power should keep coming in while they run.

So, not wanting to waste time or power, I waited for the phone to get to 70% charge before replacing it with the next lowest charged phone. I also got everyone to send messages to their families and other loved ones, telling them that they are ok, but not to risk yourselves by coming to the school yet, especially if they are far away.

And as the charging, messaging and slaughter took place, I assessed the world around us.

The building we are in is a large square/rectangle with a quad in the middle. The building, however, had rooms and what not that jutted outwards. We were in one of those rooms that was facing outwards, so I could get a good view of all the floors. From what I could see, the roof had no infected, only other students. The floor below, from what I could see from some of the rooms and corridors, had a low number of infected, and in one room, about five other students, and one teacher. From what I could tell from seeing other parts of our floor though windows, this is were the infected truly begin to rise in number. The floor below us had many, many infected, and no visible uninfected. The ground floor, and the outside, well... I feel sympathy for those who were there as the infection spread. Yeah, I can see a lot of the unlucky many shambling about in such a state I feel it would be a morally reprehensible action to even begin to describe them. As I finished this assessment, I ordered the bags to be emptied, and their contents catorgorised.

Before I could give specifics, however, I heard tables move and a door shut. One of the defenders came over.

"It's over. We're done. All of them are dead. Well, 𝘿𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙝."

I smiled and congratulated everyone. Looking at my watch, it had been more than two hours since all of this has started. Now... Now is the time for rest.