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             ‘Hang on…’ Matt was once more struck with inspiration. ‘I suppose that people who have become zombies retain the habits of the people they were?’ The rest of us mulled it over for a second. ‘Yes, I guess so,’ Alix was the first to respond. ‘They must be,’ I contributed. ‘Because they were all in the classes they were meant to be in! So?’ ‘So,’ Matt cried ‘So if we set off the fire alarm, they will go lumbering out to the hockey pitch! And we can escape!’

             Rambo was quickest to recover, promising Matt A’s for the rest of his chemical career, and the rest of us clustered round, giving him awkward hugs and praise. He turned faintly pink as Eve, her waterworks finally dried, smiled shyly at him. We then played a light-hearted game of find the fire alarm.

             Pat found it on the wall near the door, and Luke rather shamefacedly produced a lighter. Rambo gave him one of her patented Rambo glares. Although we had expected it, the piercing whine of the siren caused everyone to wince back from the alarm. We raced to the windows. And we waited restively for a sign of salvation.

             We continued watching, whispering rather ridiculously, just waiting. Then as the blare was becoming almost intolerable to my scraped nerves, I saw them. Just a few at first stumbling, bumping into each other, fighting, but leaving! We were saved, surely! Finally, we decided that most of them were out, and opened the door of our sanctuary. Jake, as the biggest, went first, brandishing my t-square, and almost taking my eye out, as I was pushed from behind into its path. In cautious single file, we walked, then ran, in the direction of the back exit.

             As we rounded the corner to enter the stairwell, we collided with something. Jake shouted a warning, and we back-pedalled frantically, resulting in a pile of gneeks with carpet burn sprawled on the floor. ‘Braiiiins’ said one of the four before us, with stunning originality. Jake swung back.

             ‘Wait!’ he shouted. ‘We were only kidding!’ Jake halted. ‘We’re alive!’ ‘Well, woo-hoo.’ I snidely whispered. They were, coincidentally enough, people from our year - the popular boys who headed the rugby team. Well, three of them, plus the rugby coach, Jefferson. ‘What the fu…fudging hell happened here?’ demanded Rambo waspishly, belatedly recalling all us impressionable innocents listening. ‘And tie up your top button, Mr. O’ Connor!’ Jimmy fumbled in the general vicinity of his tie, while the tale, what they knew of it at any rate, slowly unfolded.

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             ‘Hang on…’ Matt was once more struck with inspiration. ‘I suppose that people who have become zombies retain the habits of the people they were?’ The rest of us mulled it over for a second. ‘Yes, I guess so,’ Alix was the first to respond. ‘They must be,’ I contributed. ‘Because they were all in the classes they were meant to be in! So?’ ‘So,’ Matt cried ‘So if we set off the fire alarm, they will go lumbering out to the hockey pitch! And we can escape!’

             Rambo was quickest to recover, promising Matt A’s for the rest of his chemical career, and the rest of us clustered round, giving him awkward hugs and praise. He turned faintly pink as Eve, her waterworks finally dried, smiled shyly at him. We then played a light-hearted game of find the fire alarm.

             Pat found it on the wall near the door, and Luke rather shamefacedly produced a lighter. Rambo gave him one of her patented Rambo glares. Although we had expected it, the piercing whine of the siren caused everyone to wince back from the alarm. We raced to the windows. And we waited restively for a sign of salvation.

             We continued watching, whispering rather ridiculously, just waiting. Then as the blare was becoming almost intolerable to my scraped nerves, I saw them. Just a few at first stumbling, bumping into each other, fighting, but leaving! We were saved, surely! Finally, we decided that most of them were out, and opened the door of our sanctuary. Jake, as the biggest, went first, brandishing my t-square, and almost taking my eye out, as I was pushed from behind into its path. In cautious single file, we walked, then ran, in the direction of the back exit.

             As we rounded the corner to enter the stairwell, we collided with something. Jake shouted a warning, and we back-pedalled frantically, resulting in a pile of gneeks with carpet burn sprawled on the floor. ‘Braiiiins’ said one of the four before us, with stunning originality. Jake swung back.

             ‘Wait!’ he shouted. ‘We were only kidding!’ Jake halted. ‘We’re alive!’ ‘Well, woo-hoo.’ I snidely whispered. They were, coincidentally enough, people from our year - the popular boys who headed the rugby team. Well, three of them, plus the rugby coach, Jefferson. ‘What the fu…fudging hell happened here?’ demanded Rambo waspishly, belatedly recalling all us impressionable innocents listening. ‘And tie up your top button, Mr. O’ Connor!’ Jimmy fumbled in the general vicinity of his tie, while the tale, what they knew of it at any rate, slowly unfolded.