"Well... we both are." Gale sighed. The safety on the gun was still on, but she didn't think anyone would realise. Not that zombies would care.<br/><br/>She held the gun to her side, nodding as she saw Donny drop his baseball bat. He noticed the bloodstains on her, which gave her some assurance that killing hadn't suddenly become the norm around here.<br/><br/>"I took it from his desk. I got the keys from Everson. He's..." Her voice trailed off, and she looked in the corner of her eye towards the walls of the school. The white paint, mixed with some wet red marks and purple fluid, was all that was left of Mr. Everson's head.<br/><br/>"Dead. I killed him. I killed someone." Gale leaned onto a nearby car, shaking her head as tears rolled down her face. "It's not right. This isn't natural."<br/><br/>The horror had only just begun to sink in. Gale took time to realise her emotions, but when she did, just about everyone noticed. She didn't really mourn for her break-up with Polly until a few moments ago, in the parking lot.<br/><br/>She heard the ringing of the 'school bell' over the PA system. It would have been the next class now. History class for her. Mr. Everson's class.<br/><br/>The thought of that just made her slink onto the floor. "Am I going to wake up? Is this just a bad dream I'm having?" Gale whispered to herself.