[color=0054a6][b]Dylan[/b][/color]

Dylan bit his lip as he filled in the last question on the scantron with his pencil. He was so exhausted from exams that he didn't really care to check whether he had marked the right one. Usually, due to his OCD, he would check it a way too many times, but being tired was a sure way to overcome his OCD. 

He put his pencil down and leaned back. Most of the other students were done and either mouthing words to eachother when the teacher wasn't looking, or reading a book. Dylan noted only ten more minutes left on the clock. 

He stretched out in his chair and yawned quietly. It was nice to be in the last week of school. He was definitely going to make the most of this summer by reading the books he wanted to read and not the ones that were assigned. He also was already planning his college applications and wanted to research the best colleges to apply to for Philosophy of Science. He still wasn't even sure if there were any schools that actually offered that major. He looked outside the window and noticed the super long line of yellow busses waiting for the students to get out of class. They were going to a theme park and Dylan actually planned to have fun there. Usually he'd mope around and just go somewhere quiet to read or listen to music, but he was kind of tired of academic and his loner stuff - at least for now. 

The only thing he was definitely not looking forward too was three hours on a school bus packed with rowdy high schoolers. 

"Ok, everyone. Pencils down, start handing in your exam and then you can go," Ms. Moore said, looking at her watch. 

"In orderly fashion," she chided when students began rushing her desk. They slowed down. Students wanted to get to the busses before everyone else to make sure they could sit next to their friends. 

Ms. Moore smiled at Dylan as he handed his in, "Look into Stanford. You won't regret it." 

Dylan smiled, "I will."

"Have a nice summer."

Dylan smiled and nodded as he left the room. The bell hadn't gone off yet so the other classes were still in session, except for a couple other classes that were also let out slightly early. Dylan went to his locker and got his backpack. He wasn't sure if he was going to need it since they were going to a theme park, but he didn't want to leave it behind. It had his computer, iPhone, and his books...just in case he got over his academic slump sooner than planned. 

He looked around to see if his brother had been let out early. Students were rushing past, giggling and laughing as they made their way to the busses. 

Suddenly, Dylan started to notice blood on the faces of some students. It was so odd that he didn't even realize it was odd when he first started seeing it. It was like his mind was taking a long time to process it. Behind one of the classroom doors with a frosted window, he thought he could make out a figure with an axe. He could feel himself start to panic, but it was just so weird that he wasn't sure what to panic about. He looked at the students faces. The blood...

A locker door slammed right next to him and he jumped. 

"Thanks for the tip, Dylan." Dylan recognized Topher's voice. 

"What?"

"I beat the boss easy after you told me about that glitch." He punched Dylan on the shoulder lightly and smiled as he walked away.

"No worries," Dylan said, still in shock. When he looked back at the hallway and students, everything seemed normal again. 

"Really need to lay off the zombie stuff," Dylan muttered. 

He closed his locker and made his way to the busses as the bell rang.