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    Zombie School
    Zombie School
    Zombie School
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    Zombie School

    By Stephen Whitaker

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    What happens when a failed lab experiment locks down the school and turns your teacher into a zombie? What if the entire school becomes zombies and you're stuck inside and the only way to communicate with the outside world is through a blog dedicated to a roleplaying card game? What if there is deadline to get out? Zombie School is a fun story of middle school, relationships, survival, & zombies!

    Conrad Lyles and his friends are trapped in a school of zombies. Using Conrad's NIGHT TERRORS blog they try to warn the community what is happening, but no one seems to take them seriously. The countdown to get out of the school and save their friends is on!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStephen Whitaker
    Release dateSep 27, 2013
    ISBN9781301019670
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      Zombie School - Stephen Whitaker

      ZOMBIE SCHOOL

      From the Blog of

      CONRAD LYLES

      A Night Terrors Book

      Zombie School

      By Stephen Whitaker

      Theologeeky Books

      Smashwords Edition

      Copyright 2013 Stephen Whitaker

      Table of Contents

      1- Totally Terrors Post at 2:45 PM

      2- Totally Terrors Post at 3:00 PM

      3- Totally Terrors Post at 5:15 PM

      4- Totally Terrors Post at 7:30 PM

      5- Totally Terrors Post at 9:30 PM

      6- Totally Terrors Post at 10:30 PM

      7- Totally Terrors Post at 11:45 PM

      8- Totally Terrors Post at 11:53 PM

      9- Totally Terrors Post at 12:30 AM

      Totally Terrors

      Conrad's Night Terrors Strategy and Game Blog

      Posted December 11th at 2:45 PM

      This isn't my normal Night Terrors strategy post. This is more important than the debate over whether you should build your deck around werewolves or vampires. It's bigger than how best to employ your special Ghoul Cards. And please, believe me, I'm not just commenting on the mythology of the game or writing fan fiction. This is real, and you have to pay attention. Our lives depend on it.

      Totally Terrors

      Conrad's Night Terrors Strategy and Game Blog

      Posted December 11th at 3:00 PM

      The bell just rang. Normally, I'd be grabbing my backpack and heading out the door, but not today. It's not that I don't want to leave. I can't. The doors are locked, and they are everywhere. I hope I'm safe here, at least for a little while. At least long enough to tell the story, so you'll know what happened. I know my blog isn't super popular because it's mostly about the strategy and mythology of the Night Terrors card game. But a few of you loyal readers always let me know what you think, even if that means making fun of my strategy or lousy game play. You fellow gamers are our only hope. If you just stumbled on this by accident, don't leave. Don't hit the back button on your browser. You need to know this, too. You could save our lives. You have to share it with everyone: the police, the news, our parents, and the school board. Tell them to read this. They need to know it was all my fault. I have to take responsibility. This wasn't just a fluke or an act of nature. I turned my chemistry teacher into a zombie.

      Right now, I'm trapped in this study room with nowhere else to go, so I'll start at the beginning.

      It started like any other Tuesday at Madison Middle School. I got on the bus with my best friend Greg two blocks from my house, and we rode in the back for the next forty-five minutes trading Night Terrors cards. And no, we don't dress up in costumes and play in my parents' basement for hours. It's a card game that sharpens our strategic thinking, that's all. It just happens to be full of wizards, ghouls, vampires, ghosts, and werewolves.

      I thought I had pulled off a great trade that would finally end Bobby's reign of terror—or winning streak. Bobby had been getting a little cocky lately. He hadn't lost for weeks. It hadn't even been close. I think that's part of the reason Greg even agreed to the trade. He wanted to see Bobby lose, too. All I had to do was trade my Vampire Foot Soldier and Werewolf Warrior cards for Greg's Zulla, Queen of the Zombies! My first zombie card! They're pretty rare and super powerful. Bobby didn't have anything that could take down a zombie queen.

      I had no idea how powerful those zombie cards can be, though. They aren't nearly rare enough.

      During first period, Greg and I had chemistry with Mr. Jeffords. Today was lab day. The only good thing about lab day is that Greg and I are partners. I hate labs. I never know what I'm doing, and the experiments never work out like they're supposed to. The rest of the class had been slowly migrating away from my and Greg's lab station since September. We had a whole island to ourselves, but we really weren't that bad. So I singed the ceiling tile above the sink one time with a tower of flames, and maybe I accidentally made poisonous chlorine gas once. It's not like I destroyed the whole lab. Ellen Mahaffey, the brainiac of the class, always scowled at us when something went wrong. Then she'd shake her head and roll her eyes like it was some great chore to come over and help us. But we both knew she loved having to save us and getting to show how smart she was.

      She loved today. Well, until things really got out of hand. Greg and I were strategizing in preparation for our lunchtime Night Terrors game with Bobby and Andrew instead of paying attention to Mr. Jeffords as he demonstrated the lab. All I caught was the end of it. Some red liquid was supposed to turn green. Merry Christmas! I guess that's as festive as chemistry class gets. In French class with Madame Casey, we were going to sample some Bûche de Noel cake and play traditional French Christmas games. Here we got to change a liquid's color. Whoopee.

      Did you catch any of that? I asked Greg.

      I was talking to you. How could I? he responded.

      I glanced over at Ellen's station, trying to see if I could figure out what supplies and chemicals we needed. She caught me and scowled. The she turned her back to me and moved all her stuff so it was out of my line of sight.

      No help there. Time to go to Emergency Protocol X.

      What happened to B-V? Greg asked.

      I keep Emergency Protocol X around just for a situation like this.

      I reached into my backpack and pulled out a crisp red envelope.

      You keep Protocol X in an envelope?

      This is Protocol X. I opened the envelope and pulled out a colorful Santa card I bought on clearance after Christmas last year. I have a whole box of these things.

      How is a Christmas card going to save us?

      Here, sign it. Then watch and learn, I said.

      Greg signed the card. I took his pen and began floating around the room from station to station, looking to see what supplies everyone had and scanning their notes for clues about what we were supposed to be doing.

      I made my way over to Christie and Molly's station. Christie probably would have just told me what to do, but I didn't want her to know I wasn't paying attention. She was the prettiest girl in class, or at least that was the consensus between Greg and me. I liked her bright green eyes and fiery red hair. It was different. She was different, but amazing. Of course, I would never tell her that! I couldn't even work up the nerve to talk to her. I always got too nervous. I just showed her the card, and she figured it out. Luckily, I didn't have to speak. She used her green pen. Even the way she signed her name was pretty. I got distracted and forgot to keep an eye on Mr. Jeffords. Christie had that affect on me.

      Is there a problem, Mr. Lyles?

      Mr. Jeffords was right behind me with his arms folded across his chest, peering down over his glasses.

      No, sir, I said, as I quickly grabbed the card from the table and put it behind my back.

      And what is behind your back, Mr. Lyles? I've been teaching too long for you to pull these things over on me. Ms. Workman there should know better than to give you the formulas you need. Hand it over, he said, holding his palm open.

      Don't be mad at Christie, sir. She wasn't cheating. It was supposed to be a surprise, I said as I laid the envelope in his hand. I was just trying to get everyone to sign a Christmas card for you before we all left for break. I didn't want to interrupt class when you were lecturing by passing a card around. I thought this would be the best time. I guess you know now, though. Merry Christmas!

      I stood there smiling.

      Oh, well, that's very nice, Mr. Lyles. Thank you. But you'd better return to your station or you won't get this lab done.

      Absolutely, sir. Greg's already got it started. I hurried back to Greg, past the scowling Ellen. Greg had a few things out on the table and the Bunsen burner going.

      Okay, I think I know what we need to be doing, I said. Light the burner and get that beaker boiling. I'm going to grab the rest of what we need.

      I had to go past Ellen to get to the storeroom with all the chemicals and supplies. She was playing the part of the troll-under-the-bridge today and was intent on making me answer questions three before I could obtain the chemicals I needed. Okay, so she really didn't say that, but it was a lot like that.

      "Why didn't I get to sign the

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