One stormy fall afternoon, my whole class had to stay after school to finish our work. We were working so hard that before we knew it, the stormy day became a dark and spooky night. Finally, our slave-driving teacher gave us permission to go home. Little did we know, it was too late. The janitor had already gone home and locked the doors for the evening. Even the windows were bolted shut! As we wandered hopelessly through the hallways, we began to hear noises coming from somewhere in the school basement. All of the kids in my class, even the tough ones, started to panic. Our teacher tried to make us feel better and suggested that noises were just coming from the pipes. That seemed like a possibility; after all, our school was built over fifty years ago.

We decided to make our way back to the classroom when the noises started getting louder. They sounded like footsteps. I slowly turned around only to find myself face-to-face with about ten zombies. I guess I wasn't the only one who saw them because pretty soon all of the kids were screaming too. We turned around and bolted down the hall in the other direction. There wasn't any way out of the school so we spread out like lost rats hoping to find a safe place to hide. James and I went into the science lab while Johnny ducked into a broom closet. "We're trapped!" yelled James. "We're goners!" shrieked Johnny from inside the closet.

We stayed hidden for what seemed like forever. Finally we decided to make our way back into the hall, to look for the rest of the kids in our class. The minute we set foot in the dark and deserted hallway, another zombie appeared.. He seemed to be running right at us. Even in the dimly lit hall, we could see that he had some kind of glowing, yellow slime oozing out of his mouth and dripping down his chin. I grabbed James and Johnny and we started running as fast as we could down the stairs toward the cafeteria. I tripped about halfway down. When I got up, there was a zombie standing right in front of me. He handed me a cup full of what looked like the same slime that was now pouring out of his mouth. "Taste!" demanded the zombie. I hesitated for a minute. "Taste!" he shouted. I was afraid to make him angry so I did... and it was delicious! The slime turned out to be nothing but tapioca pudding!