BANG! BANG!!!
Several loud bangs reverberated from Draven's locked door. From the sound, Draven easily deduced that there were more than two people trying to invade his room.
Also, from the irregular pattern, he could easily tell that they weren't actual human beings but the walking dead that had suddenly appeared.
"Fuck! Fuck!!"
Draven cursed as he rushed toward his bed.
"I need to block the door before any of those things break in."
Draven muttered as he began pushing the bed toward the door.
The bed the academy gave them was pretty heavy and would serve as a good barricade in his current situation.
Applying all the strength he could muster, he managed to push the bed and block the door.
Draven then proceeded to place other objects strategically — he added his reading desk, his chair, his school bag, and all the heavy objects he could find against the door.
Although the door had a good lock, he could not trust it at this moment.
"What should I do? What should I do?"
Draven panicked as he looked around his room, searching for something he could use as a weapon to defend himself should those walking dead invade.
His eyes landed on the metal bed lamp lying atop his desk, and he immediately made a dash for it.
BANG! BANG!
The intensity of the banging at the door kept increasing.
The number of hands now pounding the door seemed to have doubled, judging by the sound and frequency.
Draven placed all his attention on the door with his hands tightly wrapped around the bed lamp, which he held in an offensive manner.
CLACK!
The sound of the lock breaking reached Draven, and he panicked even more.
CREAK!
A creak sound followed immediately after the locks broke.
The previous noise of the zombies ended.
Only the sound of the door creaking open bit by bit as it was being pushed reverberated.
Very soon, a small opening appeared, and the rotten hand of a zombie was revealed, startling Draven.
The guttural noise of the zombies that had been muffled by the incessant banging on the door became even louder.
Seeing this, Draven moved quickly toward the door and tried pushing the bed and moving the other objects to hold them back. But the strength with which the zombies pushed back made his efforts futile.
"Killing them is the only way out of this one."
Draven backed away from the door and allowed the zombies to push their way into the room.
They had succeeded in creating a wider opening in the door and, at that moment, several rotten hands could be seen grabbing the edge of the door and pushing.
The strength exerted by those hands was more than what Draven expected, as the zombies managed to create a space wide enough for them to enter the room.
Just like that, one of them squeezed its rotten body through the space and entered the room.
Parts of its body were badly scratched, but it seemed unaffected as its lifeless eyes gradually darted across the room and fixed on Draven.
It forced out a loud groan and began staggering toward Draven. Its step was unstable.
Draven clutched the bed lamp in his grasp even tighter and made a move toward the zombie.
"Die, you disgusting zombie!"
He muttered under his breath, afraid of letting out a louder battle cry that would attract more zombies to his room.
Draven reached the zombie and, before it could reach for him with its rotten hands, he sent the bed lamp smashing onto its head.
WHOSH!
He missed.
The hands of the zombie slowly reached for him.
'No!'
Draven's eyes widened as he felt himself drawing closer to death's door after his failed attack.
A rush of adrenaline occurred, and Draven regained his composure; he sent the bed lamp swinging toward the skull of the zombie before its hands could reach him.
SQUELCH!
The sound of the heavy lamp smashing through rotten flesh rang out. It was low but disgusting.
A more putrid smell invaded Draven's nose. The sight of the revealed rotten skull made him gag reflexively.
Fortunately…
THUD!
The walking dead collapsed on the spot after letting out a low dying groan, marking its death.
Draven was relieved.
'At least, they die just as described in novels,' he thought.
Unfortunately, he was not safe yet, as at the moment, four zombies were staggering toward him from the door.
Rather three, to be precise — one of them was currently on the ground, crawling with its entire lower torso missing — its intestines and other inner organs trailing behind him, leaving a trail of gore in its path.
Draven not only felt shaken but also disgusted at the mere sight of a half-corpse crawling toward him.
The other three zombies made matters worse as they continuously groaned while moving toward him.
Draven could not make the same abrupt attack as he did with the first one.
If he tried to take the three of them at once, which was impossible, he would most likely get injured, if not eaten.
And if those sci-fi stories were accurate, he would turn into one of them after just a few minutes.
In order to avoid that from happening, he forged a plan in his mind that he immediately kicked off.
"Come catch me!"
He shouted loudly as he ran toward another corner of the room, causing all the zombies to mindlessly change direction and begin staggering toward his new location.
One of the zombies led in front while the others staggered behind it.
Draven's plan was simple — he would take them down one by one and, at that moment, his first target was the leading one.
Not wasting a single second, he dashed toward the one at the front, leaving a small distance between them before smashing the lamp into its head just like he did with the first.
As the zombie collapsed to its death, Draven ran away from it before the others could get him.
The other three, including the crawling one, immediately began moving in his new direction.
Unfortunately, they moved closely beside each other, leaving no space for Draven to carry out his plan.
Seeing this, Draven dashed to another position, causing them to turn to their sides; this one on the right side led the others and gave Draven the opportunity to kill it.
And then he moved toward his new location.
Unknowingly, as he was solely focused on the zombies in the room, he forgot he was now standing barely two inches away from the small opening in the door.
GROAN!
The usual noise of the zombie sounded, this time very close to his ear.
His eyes widened as he realized his dire position.
"Oh wait…this is the door!"
But it was already too late.
SCRATCH!
The hands of a zombie wafted right through the opening in the door and scratched an injury onto his clothed back.