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The Elementary/ Middle school are technically two seperate buildings, seperated by a couple of chain fences and a road. It is located on the southwest edge of the city.

The inside of the elementary school has been recently racked by an explosion. the second floor is inaccessible by both stairwells. One is gone, while the other is currently blocked by rubble. Charred zombie corpses are inside, and very few living zombies. More zombies are outside, and most are in the 3 story middle school across the street.

Bradley walked into the main hallway, Pistol drawn and held out in front of him. Slow zombie kids everywhere. Poor lives, wasted. He shot down three in his way and rounded the hall. Suddenly a figure burst from the door and charged towrds him, stumbling and moaning. "Crap, Fasties!" He said, taking another three shots. The first one hit the upper chest area, while the second embedded itself in the forehead. The third one missed entirely, gouging into the ear of a different zombie turned away. Both zombies fell to the floor and he continued, heading up the stairwell.

Heading straight for Westleys First Grade class, he bypassed several more zombies on the way. He was trying to save ammo, since he only had 20 pistol shots left. One more clip in his gun, two full clips he reloaded in the car, and two spare bullets roaming around in his pocket. He peeped through the bumpy glass on the door, couldnt see anything. He slowly opened the door.

Instantly 16 or so heads bent over the floor jerked in his direction. The teacher, Mr. Gibson, stood up taller than all the rest and charged forward. Great, I'm getting attacked by my sons First-grade teacher... He aimed his pistol and gave a nice clean shot through an eye socket. The body fell forward at his feet as the small ragtag band of children shuffled his wa. He gave a quick count, westley was missing. He looked over to the body on the floor. Some other poor child lay there. He backed up and closed the door, and walked away, hearing a thud as tiny Student Bodies fell against it futilessly. He headed towards the stairs, kicking a 2nd grader in the chest and watching her tumble down the stairs, breaking the neck with a sickening Crunch. He then headed towards the next best place he could think of, the cafeteria...

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((oops, my bad... Fixing....))

Bradley crawled through the air ducts, making as little noise as possible, which was still enough to attract attention from a LOT of zombies, moaning around the school, wondering where the sound was coming from. He backtracked through the school and eventually reached the cafeteria area. Looking down through the grille, he saw a grisly sight.

Bodies upon bodies lay on the floor, much more than he could count, probably a third of the primary school students. More than 50 zombies roamed between them , apparently unenticed by the dead meat, more than half the bodies were only partially eaten. Nauseated, he looked carefully down at each body, looking for a familiar shirt or face.

Nothing, nada, Zip, Zilch, Zero, No Westley to be found. What Now? He didn't have much reason to live if the only two people he truly loved in the world were dead. He hung his head in sadness and dropped it onto the grille, creating lines in his forehead and attracting every zombie in the room with a loud BANG. The zombies converged under him and reached up, their mottled and gnarled hands reaching for him with open-mouthed grins on their faces. He shuddered, and continued on to look for a way out.

The next room he passed, he noticed, was completely dark. The Kitchen he grimaced as he peered down into the never-ending night. A shard smell hit his nose, not pleasant at all, smelling like feces and vomit. Well, might as well... he thought as he knocked his pistol against the grille, creating another echoing bang. A sharp intake of air was heard, a clattering of objects, and silence again. Bradley, risking everything, put his face right near the grille and whispered "Hello?" Silence for a moment, then a small, pitiful voice whispered back at him. "Daddy?" Bradley recognized that voice! His son was still alive!

"Stand back Westley, I'm going to get you out of here." He Hit the grille with the butt of his gun, and it clattered to the floor with a smash. He Then slowly let himself down, and, not being able to go down any further, let himself drop the last 5 feet to he floor. Grasping a stove next to him, he hoisted himself up and found the switch to turn it on. An eerie blue light illuminated by a ring of flames filled his corner of the kitchen. He looked around, and a small blonde head poked out from behind a stack of boxes. "Son..." He said in a satisfied voice. And then they embraced.

A few minutes later, in the Elementary school, a massive explosion happens when the Gas reached the matches bradley left in a line. The soundwave is heard across the city, and the detonation itself destroys most of the zombies inside by fire, and blows open the walls and ceiling, creating access to the second floor impossible now.