
EVENGALINE J. HAWKE
Male || Seventeen || Med student
Interactions: Winston
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Order into chaos, hell on earth, horror made reality. So many different ways to describe the absolute disaster going on in the school right now. It all starts normal enough, sitting in a classroom and listening to his homeroom teacher jabber on about geometry, waiting to be released so he can go home with the rest of his classmates. But Evengaline knows there is something wrong when a teacher of all people starts banging on the door screaming at the top of his lungs. He's covered in blood and there's a gaping, bloody hole in his neck like he'd been attacked by a wild animal. Nobody moves, even the homeroom teacher has gone silent at the sight. The man at the door suddenly pauses. Stating with blank eyes, dead eyes, into the door window. Slowly, the door handle starts to turn and there's a metallic click. The man bursts in. Witness to the attack, the bloodshed, the death. The second the man sprints towards the homeroom teacher and digs his teeth into soft flesh of their face is the exact second that Ev shoulders his backpack, shoots up, and breaks for the door. The situation in the hall is much more dire than what he just witnessed in the classroom.
Adrenaline pumps quickly through his veins, the fight or flight response kicks in and now all he can think about is his self-preservation. Not keen on just standing around waiting to be attacked, Ev brushes by his fellows and starts hoofing it towards the nearest exit. Others run like chickens with their heads cut off, but he knows better and God he wishes he could help but he can't! Keep calm, keep calm. None of this real. Just keep running. The end of the hallway is in sight, if he can just make it down the stairs and out the main doors!
As the boy nears the stairwell, a literal horde of those monsters not fit to be called his friends or educators anymore round the corner to cut him off abruptly, "Oh sh-" Evengaline skids and stumbles to a halt, turning on his heels and running in the opposite direction. What to do, what to do. Where to go, how to escape. Oh God he's hyperventilating, keep calm now. It's not real. With all exits cut off, students and teachers dropping like flies. All he can do is tell himself not to panic. Suddenly, a voice throws him a rope to save himself with. Go to the gymnasium. Here's to hoping he can make it there before getting devoured.
Evengaline's long legs work into overdrive, putting on a burst of speed that is just enough to carry him through the worst of the hallway massacre and his broad frame bulldozes through the rest somehow. He doesn't stop to draw breath or give his body a rest, only runs as fast as his legs can carry him to follow after two other boys also running in the same direction. Just as the gym's untouched doors come into view, a familiar voice rings in his ears and he skids on his heels fast enough to nearly knock his broad frame off balance as he pivots around. Green eyes watch the skinny redhead go down hard in to a puddle of crimson seeping across the floor, recognizes the pomsky he holds on to like a lifeline, and Ev barely even thinks. He just acts, pushing off again and sprinting towards the other boy, "Winston!" The usually quiet med student yells over the screaming, deep earthy tones reverberating around the hall, "Get up and come on!"
But clearly the skinnier boy is having trouble rising with all the blood underfoot. Blood that he too inevitably spills down in to. Tripping over what he can only assume is a mostly devoured corpse of some poor girl with her head smashed in and her brain splattered on the floor, the boy stumbles and slips on the red wetness underfoot. He spills unceremoniously onto the floor next to Winston, hitting his head audibly on the tile floor and sliding in the pool of blood left by the dead body. Smearing his entire left side with it; his shirt, pants, and oh God it's on his face. His hands scrabble against the floor, wetting his palms and clogging his nose with the iron scent of blood, "Winston," Ev groans, reaching to grab the other boy's hand and scrabbling to pull both of their weight up again.
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THIS IS IT
THE APOCALYPSE
