Pandemonium. One of those SAT words that you get an overall gist of...enough to understand it's meaning and how to use it in a sentence. This, however, was that very word personified, bludgeoned, and left for dead. This was his own personal high school apocalypse, and he could only stand by as his brain still tried to take it all in. It started out well enough. Nervous chatter from students and teachers not in the know, before the teachers got more news and started moving everyone. The thing about teachers is they aren't very good at hiding fear. Calvin went willingly enough. Auditorium's as good of place as any to keep everyone okay while whatever it is that's going on is happening.<em>"Doesn't make any sense..."</em>he muttered as they left for the auditorium.<em>"What doesn't make sense, Cal?"</em>remarked Anthony, one of the other students Calvin had a chance to mentor through last year. Dropping out of his semi-daze, Calvin responded with a distracted<em>"huh? Oh, nothing Ant...we're good. Make sure you stay with your class, man. They're going to be doing head-counts as soon as everyone's in"</em>. With a nod, Anthony scurried to catch up with his class as they went in. Calvin took a passing look into the eyes of a teacher as he ushered students on. Yeah...it was fear alright. Unconsciously adjusting his book-bag tighter, Calvin walked in with the rest of the students and found his class. That was about twenty minutes ago. This is now.<br/><br/>Panic has turned the Auditorium into a hell of twisted bodies, fear, and desperation. Twice already he has tried to rally other kids together to find some way out of the death-trap, and twice he has failed. He had already seen Anthony's body broken by a stampede he was too slow to get out of. Others he had a chance to save, but the crowd was too thick, and his grip too slack from the sweat still pouring from his body. For the first time in a long time, Calvin didn't know what to do. He had earlier heard about rioters coming toward the school, and he had to imagine that they were the ones who started all of this. Looking around, wildly, he held onto one vicious thought that it was all their fault. Even with this adrenaline keying his heart-rate up to a techno bass-beat he still couldn't manage to power through the wild throng of people between him and an exit. By pure chance he happened to be looking at about 3 or 4 people climbing under the stage, and slowly made his way there, lest he cause a panic in his direction.<br/><br/>For absolutely no reason at all, Wesley Hunter tried to take his damn head off. Calvin didn't have a lot of time to question, or explain. After a short bout of punches and a well placed side-kick, Wesley wasn't in much of a mood to do anything but lay on the ground. Calvin had things to do, and dying here was not one of them. After a few minutes, he managed to get to the stage and under it. The group ahead wasn't trying to lose him, so following their way out was even easier than he imagined. Coming out of a hallway, he tried to make his way to the main entrance. Maybe there was a way to get the other kids out still. Passing a classroom, he paused for a moment and backtracked. There, on the Mr. Duncan's desk, were a few pieces of baseball equipment that he must have decided did not belong in the auditorium. Calvin looked up at the tiled ceiling gave a small thanks before he grabbed the aluminum bat. It had some good heft to it. With the bat in hand, Calvin started to get a little more of his confidence back. He could hack this...sure he failed the first time around, but this is going to be different for now on.<br/><br/>Out of the classroom, he jogged his way around the corner to the main entrance, only to see that the rioters had already broken through 'Fuck me silly!' his mind thought frantically as his feet tried to reverse. Sadly, the school decided that this was the week they were going to shine the floors, and it wasn't long before the quest for reverse ended in him on his ass. As his mind teetered on popping a gear, he couldn't help but giggle as he thought 'we've got a black man down, we've got a black man down'. As he stared at them, he found that he couldn't stand. Something wasn't right about these people. They were moving like they were in a trance...until they noticed him. Then they moved just fine. At the moment the first zombie started toward him, Calvin's mind freed up and his body followed suit. Never before has a person been so glad that they've played sports for years before an event like this. Calvin doesn't even remember the last time he moved so fast, and he couldn't help but think 'okay coach...I've just found a way to improve my forty time!' as he ran through the double doors, and towards the athletic fields.<br/><br/>His muscles burned from the leakage of adrenaline, and his sweat smelled like some kinda weird battery. He took a walk around and tried to get an idea of his situation. He took the bus to school, but could make it home on foot if he had to...it would just take him three times as long, which wasn't a healthy prospect when dealing with whatever the hell those people were. He took out his phone to tried to call his mom, but couldn't get it to work. In his frustration, he was about to slam it on the asphalt before common sense took over. He took a moment to gain his composure, just like his sensei taught him. He must have looked a sight while he stood bent legged and back straight. His calm had returned slowly while his lung breathed in deeply and exhaled slowly through his mouth. This thoughts turned from jumbles to a quick, but steady stream. Beyond a doubt, he knew he needed a car, and he'd have to go through a few rioters to even have a chance of getting one.<br/>