Class of the Living Dead

Rusk took a glance at his watch and sighed.

Wtf time moves so bloody slow.

Rusk and a few of his friends were put in a class separated from most of their classmates. There was only seven of them in the new class. The rest of the 26 of classmates were in the class next door. Rusk could hear the shouting and cheering of his friends next door. Rusk and the others envied them. Being in the other class from their friends sucked bad.

Rusk's class pretty much dead. The class was like a graveyard, all too quiet. The students were like the tombstones that lined the cemetery. No movements, no sound, nothing. The students sat there and stared at the whiteboard. The only ones talking in class were Rusk and his friends.

Rusk wondered if his classmates were zombies. They all replied the teacher in one mourn and there was dead silence again, a choir of hell. The silence made Rusk and his friends uneasy, the silence was torture. Rusk could hear his friends crying and begging to be put of this misery. Only an hour of hell was enough to make them think of suicide. Rusk couldn't imagine how they were to last in hell for another 355 days.