Infected inside

It was mid November and as you’d expect in England it was cold, wet and windy. It was so dark outside as I made my way to class that it looked like it was 8pm instead of the 8am it actually was. I pulled the hood of my parka coat tighter around my face for more warmth and protection from the onslaught of the rain and then dropped one of my books onto the floor. I growled in frustration and bent to pick it up quickly from the soaking wet ground resulting in my mid length light brown hair falling loose from the hood and the rain plastering it to my face. To say I was not a happy bunny when I entered the classroom would be an understatement. Mr Scott was teaching us for the fifth time how to perform mouth to mouth on a creepy arse looking doll and for the fifth time everyone still giggled like they were in little school while Harry, making some lewd lame jokes had the class laughing even harder and me rolling my eyes. Did I mention I was in a bad mood? Down the hall from us was the science lab. I couldn’t remember exactly what they taught but I knew the class was different from the other science classes as in it was for the really clever genius type students and they had recently had some of the top students enrolled for work experience with the company BHS. I didn’t care enough about science to know what BHS stood for but I knew the students from that class acted like the company was some kind of celebrity and had been all starry eyed and excited when two of the top company employees had come to visit today. They must have been showing them whatever scientific experiments they did in their labs because within the last ten minutes of class the next thing I knew there was a loud blast and smoke slowly making its way under our classroom door followed seconds later by the fire alarms sounding. Everyone jumped out of their seats nervous and excited as Mr Scott tried to tell everyone to calm down and led us out of the building and onto the grounds outside where the rest of the people from the building were slowly starting to gather. The students from the science lab looked shocked and dirty from smoke but otherwise unharmed. The two employees from the BHS company were dressed in suits rather then lab coats and were whispering with the teachers about what happened I presume, because next thing I knew Miss Blaze was smiling and motioning for everyone to calm down and explained it had been an experiment that had clearly gone a bit wrong but wasn’t anything to worry about and we could return back to classes tomorrow as usual. A day or two passed by uneventful until the third day when there was a loud commotion coming from the science lab class again. Everyone got out of their seats to have a look, completely ignoring Mr Scott’s warning to, “sit back down right now.” Harry was the first to look outside and shouted back to us, “it’s Jake! He’s actually trying to bite the s**t out of Mrs Avery.” He laughed but stopped instantly from the death glare Mr Scott gave him. Mr Scott walked past him and then ran down the hall to help some of the other students restrain Jake whilst trying to get the story of what happened at the same time. From what one of the girls were relaying it sounded like Jake had started complaining of feeling unwell and saying he’s whole body felt like it was burning from the inside out. Mrs Avery thought he was over exaggerating slightly but told him to go see a nurse when she saw how blood shot he’s eyes were and how much he was sweating. As she went to help him out of the chair that’s when he had stopped talking entirely and was unresponsive. At the door of the classroom was when he suddenly lunged for her and bit her arm until he drew blood and she ripped herself away from him. I couldn’t believe the story I was hearing and I wanted to hear more but the girls fast and scared babbling was interrupted by Mrs Avery collapsing to the floor as sweat dripped off of her face and she started to remove her blazer complaining of feeling like she was on fire. Mr Scott tried to help her up and she followed him halfway down the hall before she lunged not for his arm but his throat…with her teeth. All I could do was stand there like an i***t and watch in awe as people started screaming and crying and trying to push eachother out of the way to get to safety but only hindering themselves further and making it nearly impossible to get through the mass. This was starting to remind me of a survival horror game I played once except this wasn’t in a police station, this was university.