New To the School

[Kurse]

Kurse entered the school doors with his deck of blank cards dangling at his belt. He sat on ground and though, "this will be an absolute waste of time. Well...atleast I'll get to tear some people apart." Kurse pulled out a peace of paper and wrote down a story...

The Everlasting Wolves

Kurse sat writing and stopped to stab his claymore into the floor and continued. Kurse was already bored of the school. He knew there were going to be poeple he would absolutely hate but he'd have to get over it. As he wrote the story faces of differant poeple flew past. They looked at him with arched eyebrows and curius faces. This didn't bother him although if one challenged him he would destroy them with no mercy, but other then that nothing bothered him as he wrote.

["The Priest"]

The Priest was walking back from the graveyard, his recent expirement gone horribly, horribly wrong.

He attempted to mutate two zombies together, and create a, how you say, superzombie. Well, the two ended up just ripping each other apart, and although quite amusing, one of them won, and went after him. Damn things teeth hurt.

When he walked in, he took a rather large chunk of icor, a nasty green substance, and flicked it off of him. It landed awfully close to Kurse, and the Priest turned toward him.

Don't eat that. You'll get zombified.

[Kurse]

Kurse looked up. " I've studied these kinds of things at home, I know that would zombiefy me." Kurse said as he arched an eyebrow. "Who are you?" he asked as he pushed on his claymore and got up.

["The Priest"]

The Big Man put his hand out to shake.

'The Priest', is what everyone is calling me now-a-days. Although, I don't know why... I hate the holy ones. Since they, you know, tried to brainwash me.

Anyways, you look hungry, and in need of sleep. You should probably get both.

What was your name again?