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Uprising

“Sit down right now! All of you!” Cramstock yelled.

His class moved towards him, their eyes blank. The repeated phrase, “I don’t like it,” still came from their mouths but it fallen to an ominous, chant-like whisper.

Daniel was the closest to him. The former-star student picked up the bust of Darwin that the science teacher kept on his desk and swung it with murderous intent.

If Daniel had been more physically inclined, he might’ve struck the head he was aiming for, as it was Darwin’s face slammed into Mr. Cramstock’s shoulder, driving pain up and down his arm in both directions. His left hand went numb.

He backed to the door, glancing from face to face, looking for any kind of humanity but he found none.

Drugs couldn’t account for all of them. They’d just gone mad!

Not knowing what else to do, he turned and ran.

Down the vacant hall, he could hear the chant coming from every class room, and it was gaining in intensity and gathering momentum. Behind him, one by one he could hear the doors opening.

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