Chapter 4: The Badminton Court
Mr. Donaldson's mind had not left the zombie he had seen right now.
It was a skinny woman and was extremely slow that it looked kind of impossible for it to have attacked the reporter fast. That was definitely because the reporter had not noticed that he was going to be attacked by the zombie on the roof of the car.
However, the zombie turned back after biting and as it did, it slipped down from the roof of the car as if it was pushed by a force.
Seeing that the zombie had walked away from him, the reporter was a bit surprised.
The reporter held the back of his neck which had begun to bleed before he said, tears rolling down his face, "We...we need help. The emergency lines are not going through, please call for help. Here in Chadwick district, even the children are not shown- '' When the reporter uttered this, his voice broke off and green, tiny veins popped out of his face.
He still talked further, "We are begging. I want to live...there is nowhere to hide anymore. I...I am tired of running and hiding for more than two hours now. Please come to our aid before this situation worsens."
Nonetheless, immediately after he was done, his eyes pushed out forward, showing visible thick veins which got pushed back. There were thick green veins on his face too as it suddenly became pale.
All of a sudden, a cracking sound was heard from him who twisted his neck rigorously as if his neck had suddenly become uncomfortable for him.
Mr. Donaldson's eyes remained widened and then Immediately, the screen turned blank
"What is that? Could Mr. Garreth be telling the truth? But how is that possible?"
Mr. Donaldson went inside the classroom and paused, trying to think of a way to announce the situation to the students and not let them get frightened but he just didn't know how he could, so he did the best that he could do.
"Class, do we have anyone missing here?"
"Yes. Harry isn't here. He excused himself some minutes ago," the same female student who had told Harry to excuse himself if he wasn't interested in the class said. She clenched her pen, "He went to the restroom. Says he is having a stomach ache and wants to-"
"Someone should call him back!" Mr. Donaldson said almost immediately but suddenly, he recalled that the zombies could get into the academy in no time since no one would be willing to protect the academy as a whole which was quite nonsensical and disturbing. "Don't call him. I hope he comes back in time."
He didn't want to endanger someone else.
"Class, we need to protect this classroom now."
The students stayed quiet and wondered why. Though everywhere was brightened by the torches they had put on the other time, the class wasn't as dark as it was before.
An idea popped into Mr. Donaldson's head and he said, "put out the lights everyone."
"It's still dark."
"Do so now!" Mr. Donaldson almost barked before he said, "I need a few people to stay at the front of the door. Go and lock the door right away."
The students were a bit excited, thinking that whatever strange thing was happening was because Mr. Donaldson changed his mind. He probably wanted to teach them how to use magic this time.
"I need some people to attach those newspapers from the cupboard over there to the windows in such a way that it is hard for someone passing through the corridors to get a view of us."
A group of people started doing so but everyone stopped what they were asked to do when they heard the teacher say to them, "Now, I will only teach the brilliant ones these magic spells."
The students in their minds were confused. They thought Mr. Donaldson was going to teach everyone magic. It wasn't even the time to learn spells because they had no notes written under magic spells. Why did he immediately change his plan? Why was he being partial?
When Mr. Donaldson noticed this he said, "It is urgent. I need a group of people who can memorise these magic spells as fast as possible. Everyone is in danger because now, Landoney is filled with zombies and our academy might be attacked very soon. So all we are doing is pre-protection."
The students remained quiet for a while before they burst into a huge peal of laughter.
Meanwhile, Harry, who had lied to his seat partner, Gabrielle about heading to the restroom because he was feeling uncomfortable, walked through the dark corridors of the academy.
He was pretty annoyed with Mr. Donaldson and he wanted to just be alone for a while, so headed to his best spot for relaxation.
It was the badminton court. People rarely went there during class so he decided to be alone there and practice to increase his strength in magic.
That was the only thing that helped him.
He was only here in the academy to practice his mage skills. He knew he was gifted right from the first time he had read a magic spell and then boom, all that he had practiced worked right from the outset.
Harry knew since he wasn't good academically, then at least, he must be good at something else. That mindset made him have pretty low grades in his academics.
As Harry walked along the corridors, he noticed that no one was passing through the corridors.
On a normal day, he would have met many students and some teachers who were always ready to talk against him for skipping class and detain him for the consistency he takes in always being seen in the corridor, but somehow, one way or the other, he always escaped from their wrath.
Right now, he was pretty less concerned about the others now.
Ever since he had lost his parents, his uncle and his wife had started living with him and his little sister.
He had become really sad and frustrated, sometimes, he always chose to commit suicide but remembering that his eight-year-old sister had only him, he wanted to live.
As Harry reached the badminton court, with his magic spell, he broke the door like he was used to and then he entered, he was surprised when his eyes met the blood that had been splashed on the glass window a good metres away from where he stood.
But when he was about to walk to the window to take a closer look, he heard bangs on the window and then his eyes met a bloody hand hitting hardly on the window as if it wanted to escape.
Harry decided to help him.
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