You hear the screeching of an owl, You hear the wind begin to howl, You know there's zombies on the prowl, ~~~~~~~~ Aw this was bad; very, very bad. Justin looked about him wildly, sprinting off up the corridor in the direction he knew the kitchen was in, crashing into the door, shoulder first. “ROSS!?” he yelled, looking about. Then he froze, and gagged. The meat fridge was lying open, and, who should be hanging from the wall, a meat hook through his stomach, but David Ross. No this wasn’t good at all. Dry heaving, Justin stepped over the spilling guts and managed to puke his guts up in the sink. Then he pulled out his cell and hit speed dial #1 and waited. And waited. And waited until.. “What the fuck!?” Letting a choked sob escape his lips, he licked his lips, “Bri?” The voice on the other end was full of concern, “Justin!? What’s wrong?” Justin glanced back over at the body behind him and gagged loudly down the phone, “EVERYTHING’S WRONG! The fucking DOOR has disappeared, the only light is from lighters and I’m in the kitchen with David fuck Ross who, may I add, had a fucking great big HOOK through his fucking stomach!” The blonde was hysterical as he paced back and forth across the floor. Then Brian laughed, “Very funny Justin”, he sneered, a voice in the background telling Kinney to hurry up or he’d loose his hard-on. Justin’s fist clenched, “Well fuck you Brian Kinney, go back to your fucking trick. You’ll miss me when I die!” he screamed, hanging up and trying to calm himself before he launched the phone across the room at the wall. Daphne sprinted in, slipping on the blood on the floor and landing with a sickening squelch in the mess on her ass. Under normal circumstances he’d have laughed but this just wasn’t funny. The smell was starting to get to him. “Justin, the windows are bricked up too. We’re stuck and…HOLY FUCKING SHIT!” Justin spun around, eyes widening as he spotted the hand sticking out the oven. It was clawing at the grate trying to get out. “RUN!” Justin ran for the door, grabbing Daphne as they ran. Their feet thudded off the wooden floors, ignoring the screams from about them as Justin jumped over the body of one of the girls in his still life class, by the quick look she was given, it was obvious something had been eating her. Then she made a grab for Justin’s ankle. Moving out her grip, he slipped his hand into his friends, all but dragging her behind him. Moving round a corner, he pushed her into a room, slamming the door behind him and leaning against him. Then he saw the figure by the window. And screamed. ~~~~~~~~ And it's terror time again, They've got you running though the night, It's terror time again, And you just might die of fright, It's a terrorfying time