Looking outside, he saw the teachers ripping each other apart. "Great, it's zombies, freakin' zombies" Jack said, sighing. Of course, he had realized this a few moments before everyone else, and quickly positioned himself in the back of the class. Sure enough, the reason he moved was quite evident. The spineless high school students panicked and rioted. Everyone trying to be first out of the classroom, people shoving each other to get out, he was glad he wasn't part of it. After a half minute or so everyone had gone, of course there were a couple people still there, looking like they were hurt. He walked over to them, but realized there was nothing he could do. However, he did give them the courtesy of leaning them against the wall, a much more comfortable way to live your last moments, rather than sprawled on the floor. He soon left, and saw the chaos outside. "Shit's going down out here ..." He said, raising an eyebrow. Everything had just gone to hell, and he was right in the middle of it. He looked around for a weapon, something to protect himself against the undead horde. Of course, now he could really use some fighting music, a nice little tune to add to the theme. He started humming a tune from some 1980's song. A real lifter upper, one of those "You can do this" songs. He looked for a storage closet, probably something useful there ...