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SURVIVAL FIST

In the eerie Land of the Dead, its inhabitants fall victim to unseen horrors that lurk in the shadows. Mr. Collins is a respected doctor and teacher who takes his students on adventures deep in the forest. They didn't know that their journey would lead them into a nightmare. In an unexpected event, Mr. Collins underwent a horrific transformation and became a ruthless killer. Stranded in the forest without knowing how to return home, the students find themselves murdered with no way of escape. Every step they take is now a struggle for survival, as they must navigate the treacherous forest while evading their former mentor who had turned to a predator. But as the darkness envelops them, the question remains: will anyone make it out alive?

benedictdavid822 · Horror
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2 Chs

Echoes Of The Past

Mr. Collins stepped into the classroom, the morning sun casting long shadows across the desks. The air buzzed with whispers and the shuffling of papers as students prepared for the day. Today was not just any day; it was the day they would discuss the red virus, a mysterious illness that had captured everyone's imagination.

"Good morning, class," Mr. Collins greeted, his voice steady and calm."Good morning, Mr. Collins!" the students chorused back. Mr. Collins smiled. "I hope you're all ready to share your findings on the red virus assignment. Who would like to go first? "A sea of hands shot up, and Mr. Collins pointed to a girl in the front row. "Yes, Emily, please share with us what you've learned."Emily stood up, her notes trembling slightly in her hands.

"The red virus, as we know, is not just a simple flu. It's more dangerous because it spreads quickly and can make people really sick.""Very good, Emily," Mr. Collins nodded. "Anyone else has something to add? "A boy named Lucas spoke up, "I read that scientists are still trying to figure out where it came from. Some say it might have started in bats, but nobody's sure yet."The class erupted into a mix of gasps and murmurs. Bats? The idea seemed to come straight out of a scary movie.

"That's an interesting point, Lucas," Mr. Collins said, encouraging the discussion. "It's important to consider all possibilities."As the class continued to share their findings, Mr. Collins was impressed by the depth of their research. They talked about how the virus affected the body, the symptoms, and even the efforts to create a vaccine.

Just as the bell rang, signaling the end of the class, a shy student named Sarah raised her hand. "Mr. Collins, I found something strange when I was researching last night. "The room went quiet, all eyes on Sarah."What did you find, Sarah?" Mr. Collins asked, intrigued."Well, it's probably nothing, but I found this old book in my attic, and it mentioned a red virus from a hundred years ago. It had the same symptoms and everything," Sarah explained.

The class was silent, hanging on every word. Mr. Collins felt a chill run down his spine. "That's quite a discovery, Sarah. Could you bring the book tomorrow? We should take a look at it together."Sarah nodded, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement.As the students filed out of the classroom, chattering about the revelation, Mr. Collins sat at his desk, deep in thought. An old book, a hundred-year-old virus, the same symptoms... What could it mean? The day passed, and the mystery of the red virus grew.

Mr. Collins couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the brink of something big, something that could change everything.

The next morning, the classroom was abuzz with anticipation. Sarah walked in, clutching an old, leather-bound book to her chest."Okay, everyone, let's settle down," Mr. Collins said as he took the book from Sarah's hands. He opened it carefully, and the pages creaked with age.The students gathered around as Mr. Collins read aloud. The description of the virus was eerily similar to the current outbreak.

The symptoms, the spread, even the failed attempts at a cure."But how is this possible?" a student whispered. Mr. Collins looked up from the book, his mind racing. "I don't know, but we need to find out."Just then, the intercom crackled to life. "Mr. Collins, please report to the principal's office immediately."The class exchanged nervous glances as Mr. Collins stood up, the old book still in his hand."I'll be right back," he said, though his tone was not convincing.

As he left the room, the students were left with the open book and a million questions. What did the principal want with Mr. Collins? Was it about the virus? And most importantly, what secrets did the old book hold?The door clicked shut behind Mr. Collins, leaving the class in a hushed silence. They looked at each other, the same thought on everyone's mind: What happens now?

As the door closed behind Mr. Collins, the silence in the room was palpable. The students, usually abuzz with their own conversations, were now united in their concern and curiosity. The old book lay open on Mr. Collins's desk, its pages a gateway to a mystery that seemed to transcend time.Sarah, who had brought the book, felt a sense of responsibility.

She glanced at her classmates, seeing her own fear reflected in their eyes. "We can't just sit here," she said, as she tried to figure out what to do next.The others nodded, and together they crowded around the desk. The book seemed to stare back at them, its ancient text a puzzle waiting to be solved. The description of the virus was not just similar to the outbreak they were facing—it was an uncanny match.

The book spoke of a small village, ravaged by an unseen enemy, its people helpless as they fell ill one by one.The class's resident tech whiz, Alex, pulled out his laptop and began searching for any historical records that might match the book's account. "There's got to be something," he muttered, fingers flying over the keyboard. "History has to have some record of this."Meanwhile, Sarah and a few others pored over the book, trying to decipher any clues that might have been overlooked.

One page, in particular, caught Sarah's eye. It was not about the symptoms or the spread, but about the people—their stories of loss, of bravery, and of a mysterious figure who had appeared at the height of the outbreak, claiming to have a solution.Just as Sarah was about to read aloud, the door swung open.

The class turned, expecting Mr. Collins, but instead, it was the school nurse, her face etched with concern. "Kids, I need you to stay calm," she said, her voice steady but urgent. "The school is going into lockdown. There's been another outbreak, and we need to make sure it doesn't spread."Panic threatened to erupt, but the gravity of the situation, coupled with the eerie parallels to the book, galvanized the students. They knew they might hold the key to understanding what was happening.

As the nurse ushered them into a corner of the room, away from the door, Sarah held the book close."What happens now?" the same student whispered again, this time to Sarah."We find out how this story ended," she replied, determination in her voice. "And maybe, just maybe, we can change the ending of ours."The class settled into their makeshift quarantine, the book their only companion, as they waited for Mr. Collins to return with news. The story of the past was about to become the guide for their present, and none of them could predict where it would lead.