It was the first day, a Wednesday, when the first body showed up. The school bully. His name was Ryan. I didn’t care. None of the teachers even seemed to notice. No one noticed at all that someone was picking us off like flies.
The school just decided to take us on a week long, education free field trip. And for some reason, no one told the parents that the kids were dying for no reason. And also, they put kids on the body cleanup crew. I was one of them.
I was the only one who didn’t think it was all a joke. Why would the school play such a sick joke anyway? “You know, at the end of the week, all the kids are gonna come out from behind a curtain, and everyone is going to laugh. Really hard,” My friend Andrew said. I didn’t believe him. He was on the cleanup crew with me. He had seen those bodies. How horribly mutilated they were. Chopped up to bits. It just didn’t make sense.
I decided to get some info.