MGMH: Zombie Invasion Chapter 14

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MGMH: Zombie Invasion Chapter 14

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Brooklyn had been gone for several minutes. All three of us took turns glancing at the stairs to see if she would return. When she didn’t, I told the others I was going to look for her, to see if I could calm her down. She wasn’t in the locker room or in the gym hall. I walked to the first intersection to see if I could see her. As I rounded a corner, I saw Brooklyn standing against the wall at the end of the hall. I stopped and watched as she peeked her head around the corner. She appeared to be watching someone or something in the next hall. It was out of my view, and I couldn’t see what she was looking at.

After a moment, she slipped around the corner. I took off down the hall to the spot she had just vacated and glanced around the corner. Brooklyn stood pressed to the wall at the junction of the next hall. She looked back and noticed me. She put her finger to her mouth, telling me to be quiet, then waved me over. I joined her at the intersection.

“What are you doing?” I whispered.

She pointed around the corner. I leaned forward and looked. There were three students standing in a loose circle down the hall. Two, I didn’t know, but the third I knew as soon as I laid eyes on him. It was Brady Francis. All three of them were slick heads. Brooklyn leaned forward and whispered, “Look what Brady is carrying.”

He was holding a book in his left hand. But this wasn’t just any book. It was the Monster Hunter yearbook.

Oh no.

We ducked behind the wall.

“How did he get that?” I asked.

Brooklyn shrugged and said, “I bet the troll gave it to them.”

“Did Brady break into Homeroom?” I responded.

“Yes, and Gug gave him the yearbook.”

Thinking about it, I realized Brady had been the center of every instance I saw the slick heads. The first time I noticed it in the cafeteria was no big deal. Then he and some other kids chased Cody Woodeye, only for him to be part of them the next day. He had been with large groups of slick heads. Even some teachers. Today, he was in Principal Taylor’s office. I realized how many students were now sporting that slick head look. They all had lifeless, blank expressions.

Alarmed, I said, “I think this has something to do with the slick heads.”

“The slick heads?”

“Yeah, maybe that’s what Gug meant by shiny heads. Remember watching them the other day by the courts? The way their hair looked all shiny in the sunlight from all the hair gel. There are more of them every day.”

“So? Maybe it’s just a new, but really lame, fashion trend,” she suggested.

“I doubt it. They never talk to each other. They just stare at each other. Heck, they don’t even blink. It’s super, creepy.”

A concerned look passed over Brooklyn’s face, and she shuddered. “You’re right. It’s super, extra creepy.” Brooklyn had a moment of realization and her eyes widened, "Maybe that's what Gug meant by just eyes. They don't talk, just stare at each other."

Then her face clouded back over. "No! Gug's in on it, I'm sure of it. But how did they know about Hmeroom?"

Maybe she had a point. I put the thought of Gug out of my head. “You know, I saw Brady in Principal Taylor’s office this morning. I wonder if he told them about…” I caught myself before I finished my sentence.

Brooklyn gave me a questioning look. “Told them about what? What would the principal have to tell them?”

Whoops.

The others didn’t know I suspected Principal Taylor of knowing about the monsters. I had kept that information to myself because I wasn’t sure if he knew anything at all. After all, it was just a suspicion. “Nothing,” I said and leaned forward to look around the corner. “Hey, they’re leaving.”

Brooklyn and I watched as they turned left down another hall.

“We need to get the yearbook back,” Brooklyn gasped.

Before I could react, she took off at a fast jog down the hall. I followed close behind.

Author’s Note: Do you think Brady got the yearbook from Gug?

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