On my high school.
My high school was once like any other high school. We had P.E., basic core classes, lunch with friends. It was a life I often longed to escape due to the sheer monotony of it. I regret that wish now.
It started with a mysterious visitor outside our school grounds. I watched it all happen outside of my window -- the blood, the shrieks, the teachers one by one collapsing on the ground. Then they turned and slowly lugged their bodies toward the school. Within an hour, everything I had known and loved had collapsed.
That was when my high school became...
the HIGHSCHOOL OF THE DEAD.
H.O.T.D. for short.
True story bro.
pic related.
It started with a mysterious visitor outside our school grounds. I watched it all happen outside of my window -- the blood, the shrieks, the teachers one by one collapsing on the ground. Then they turned and slowly lugged their bodies toward the school. Within an hour, everything I had known and loved had collapsed.
That was when my high school became...
the HIGHSCHOOL OF THE DEAD.
H.O.T.D. for short.
True story bro.
pic related.