Necromancer: requiem for the dead. *first part of chapter one*

    High school was suppose to be quiet when you have school monitors, but with Greg that wasn't the case.  He did his job, doing it to make the popular kids life's easier.  It's all he cared about.  If it wasn't for the neon vest however the popular kids would have never noticed him.  They knew they had him under their fingers, they made sure of that.  
    Greg fit in better with the kids he was sent after, nerds, otakus and the general population of the school.  As long as the wealthy or popular kids were happy everything was fine, to him anyway.  It didn't take much to upset the popular kids and today was no exception.  Two girls who defiantly didn't belong, made the mistake of walking in the general direction of the popular kids.
"And where do you two think your going"!  Greg said in an assertive voice.  He stood looking down his nose, hands on his hips.  His glasses reflected the morning sun.  
"Um".  Started the first girl.  They both looked at each other. "We have a free period so we are going to read under a tree". The first girl made a confused face.  "why"?
"yeah, well your going the wrong way". Greg said.  "Go to the school to read, the cheerleaders need that spot to get ready for the day".  It sounded sound to Greg, though the girls thought it lame and stupid.  
"So your sayi......."
But Greg cut them off in a yell. "Don't you hear what I'm saying idiot, get to the school now".  Almost as if to back him up the cheerleaders gave 'the look'.  Though they hated the idea the girls backed off but not before giving their own look to Greg.
"you'll get yours". Was all was said as they walked away.
Greg payed no never-mind to what was said.  For a couple of minutes things were fine, the pop kids even gave Greg a thumbs up.  Though it was more of a gesture to say, 'your an idiot.  And we will use you'.  The boys joined the girls, pop greetings all around.  One of the girls was telling the boys what just happened.  A short brown haired cheerleader suddenly made a disgusted face.
"WTF", she text talked.  Everyone turned.  It wasn't hard to see why she was freaked out and their faces soon matched hers.  Confused, Greg turn.  
    Cloaks! People in cloaks.  Dozens walking around the school in lines.  Greg couldn't see how many but that didn't matter.......... Goths bothered the pop kids.  Going into monitor mode he raced over to where they were, they had stopped just before coming out front still beside the school.  He mulled over what he wanted to say, he had enough time.  He got there all in a huff.
"I'm sorry", started Greg.  "you will have to vacate the school property, we hav......".
"why is that"?  The voice was random almost like no one had said it but it was there.  Greg wasn't even sure if it were male.  
"why"!  Greg said it as though it were an insult directed at him.  "because we prefer a stable healthy school.  No riffraff, no hooligans and certainly no weird freaks.  Beautiful and smart people only", he turned and looked at the pop kids all a toothy smile.  Turning back he continued.  "we certainly don't need YOUR kind here.  You bring down the school.  Now leave before I call the cops".
  "you pathetic little sellout".  This voice was male, Greg could tell.  A figure came out from the front line and turned to face Greg.  "your a sniveling little asshole who'd rather be a pet to those things then an individual".  He motioned his head to the now growing crowd of kids.  "abusing a vest, thinking that you are accepted this whole time when your not!  When have they ever invited you over, or out?  Have you ever sat at their table?  Do you even know their names cause I'm sure they have no clue as to yours.  This is happening, this is now".  The man lowered his hood, Greg's eyes widened at the sight of Mr. Smith.  "this is revenge".
Greg was quiet for a short period of time before asking.  "wh-who's revenge"?
"like I'm going to tell a little shit like you".  Smith raised his hood and took his place back in line.  For a moment there was nothing, till the cold fog rolled in.  It stopped at the front of the line where the goths stood.  Greg could feel the cold.  He was to busy looking down to noticed all the goths had opened their mouths.  A terrible inhuman scream came out of their mouths.  The ground began to rumble, a stampede was coming. Greg looked over the goths shoulders, they were tight and he couldn't see.  Then, like a fleeing flock of birds they all moved leaving room in front of Greg to see, and the last thing he saw was black teeth and white eyes.  He hit the ground hard with several things on top of him, clawing and beating on his skin.  Their strength caved in his head before any sound escaped his mouth..........Greg got his.
     The pop kids freaked, the dead, thousands of them were making their way around the school.  They were grabbing kids no distinction between them, they were all the same to white eyes.  Many ran, some stopped and cried, all ended up in their cold grey hands.  Students and teachers ran but the dead were faster. Some climbed trees but the dead followed or uprooted them.  Some drove off, but the dead got them too.  One teen just let his girlfriend out not seeing what was a head till a freaked out football star jumped onto his hood only to be pulled off.
"what the fuck?  Sweetie can you see.....". But she didn't need to, it came clear to his car for him answering his lost question.  He hit it in reverse, his passenger door open.  His girlfriend wasn't paying attention and got caught up in the door.  He was flying, speeding backwards with her screaming for him to stop and let her in.
"I'm not stopping", he yelled.  "so either jump in or get the fuck off".  But an answer happened to fast.  Another car was speeding towards the school.  Another boy just trying to impress his girlfriend.  Neither drivers saw each other, but they heard the crash as the passenger door made contact with his bumper.  The door girlfriend tore through the other cars windshield ripping skin from the girlfriends face only stopping inches from the other girls.  Dead eyes looking at nothing.  The three headed into the schools parking lot, the dead never wasted anytime taking the car apart.  The driver side door was gone but he was still speeding.  Several arms reached out and grabbed the drivers left arm.  Rooted the dead held tight, as did the drivers seatbelt.  His arm and most of the things attached to it remain with the dead, the rest kept driving stopping only by the mass of the dead now holding pieces of the car.  The dead girlfriend was ripped from her windshield killer and was replaced by the grey hatred that was the walking dead.  They came at the last living thing in the car from all angles and retreated just as quick, the girlfriend in each and everyone of their hands.
    The boyfriend now with a wrecked car whipped around and hammered it in first.  All alone he took off but only for a moment.  A roadblock lay ahead. Black cloaks stood in the road.
"what the fuck are you doing, move".  He yelled.  Not sure why he didn't just drive on.  He knew quickly though, there were to many.  He needed more speed to get through them all, but he stopped.
"what the fuck are we doing"? Asked one of the cloaks.  The cloak smiled and paused before he answered.  "stopping you".
"wha-", was all he got out before his car sped backwards on it's own.  A wall of the dead on either side of his car watched him as he moved faster and faster.  Dragged by several cold hands.  When he stopped he gasped for air before the car whipped around now facing the school.  The dead watched him they didn't move.  He was stuck. It was quiet........... Till fingernails scratched his car hood.  Something was standing up and using his car to help it.  As it's head rose his face went white.
"sweetie"? He said in hopes it woke his bloodied 'GF' out of her zombification.  his answer came as once again she went through a windshield.  This time on purpose.  
    "We are done here", said a cloak.  "we move to the city and help our brothers and sisters now".  With that they turned, necromancers and dead alike, their view overlooking a fiery beverly hills.  Screams their marching song.

        -*end of first part
           Of chapter one*-