Authors: Chris Philbrook
Alone No More
ADRIAN’S UNDEAD DIARY
Chris Philbrook
Book Two
ALONE NO MORE
Adrian’s Undead Diary: Alone No More
Copyright © 2010 Christopher Philbrook
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Published in the United States of America
First Publishing Date December, 2010
All characters in this compilation are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
Cover design and interior layout by Alan MacRaffen
For my friends, who are too numerous to list here,
and far too important to me to forget.
Also, a massive debt of gratitude goes out to the AUD community as a whole,
without whom there would be no books to read.
-Chris
Also by Chris Philbrook:
Elmoryn - The Kinless Trilogy
Book One: Wrath of the Orphans
Coming Soon:
Book Two: The Motive for Massacre
Book Three
Adrian’s Undead Diary
Book One: Dark Recollections
Book Two: Alone No More
Coming Soon:
Book Three: Midnight
Book Four: The Failed Coward
Book Five
Book Six
Book Seven
Book Eight
TABLE OF CONTENTS:
Auburn Lake Preparatory Academy map
One Mistake: The Last Stand of Hall B
Special Preview: The Wrath of the Orphans
One Mistake:
The Last Stand of Hall B
“I’m telling you Deb, he just wants to fuck you.” The 17 year old brunette said to her bunkmate a couple feet above her. Their bedroom was dark, but their conversation animated.
“Kim, I know he’s a retard. That’s fine, I just want to fuck him too. I can’t stand him, but he’s pretty fucking hot.” Deb said as she stared intensely at the posters of athletic men stuck to the ceiling just above her top bunk. “Plus it’s not like he’s smart enough to have his feelings hurt after we hook up.”
“Ha. Slut.” Kim snickered.
“You girls talking about me again?” A man’s whisper came from the door that was just ajar at the head of their bunk. Both girls nearly leapt out of their beds, shame, shock, and a stifled laugh all readily apparent on their bright red faces. Standing with his grinning face just inside the dorm room was Adrian, one of the school staff at the prep academy the two girls attended.
“Mr. Ring, you shouldn’t sneak up on us like that.” Kim said in a scolding fashion at the staff member. She kind of liked him, he was tall, dark, mysterious, pretty funny, and you could always see a little peek here and there of some tattoos. She might stray from her normal bounds for him some night, if she thought he’d go for it.
Deb in the bunk above her added to the diatribe, “Yeah Mr. Ring. Seriously, it’s late, and this is clearly girls only time.” The thin blonde twirled her hair in a largely adolescent attempt to look sexy.
Adrian laughed in a hushed tone, careful not to wake up the girls sleeping in the other bunks in the room, and said back, “First, it’s Adrian, not Mr. Ring, Deb. I’m not your teacher. And secondly girls, if it’s this late, and its girls only time, I shouldn’t be able to hear about your attempted sexual conquests in the kitchen downstairs, right? Volume ladies. It's a school night.”
That hushed both of the girls. With no witty comeback coming to their minds both girls let out simultaneous sighs, and laid back down in their beds. They were defeated by logic.
“FYI Deb, he’s dirty. You might catch something. Date one of the nerds. They’ll get more handsome soon enough, they’re probably clean, and they’ll also appreciate you a lot more.” Adrian said with a smile and a wink, and pulled the door shut.
Both girls sighed again, sick of the same old lecture. After a minute of silence, they both let out muffled giggles. Kim reached over and grabbed the remote to small TV on the bureau next to their bed and thumbed through the channels. Every channel was filled with the same old shit she thought. It was always shitty reality TV, infomercials about getting rich quick, and 24 hour news channels at this hour. She lingered on a news report of multiple homicides reported all over the world in what looked to be another coordinated terrorism attack, but decided it was the same shit as it was always ways, and hit the power button. The TV blinked off with a static snap of protest, and went black.
“Goodnight whore,” Kim said as she rolled over onto her stomach.
Deb replied in a half asleep mumble, “Goodnight skank.”
*****
The two girls woke up at 7am just like they always did for school days. It was a Wednesday, and just like every other Wednesday at the school they had classes first thing in the morning. Tough classes. Classes like AP Calculus, AP History, AP Chemistry, and AP Physics. The school they attended was an exceedingly expensive private preparatory high school, and only the best and brightest were allowed to attend. Although in Deb’s case, having a lot of money could get you around the best and brightest part.
Both girls spent their early morning putting themselves together. They woke up a little earlier than the rest of the girls to ensure they’d have plenty of hot water, and had plenty of mirror time in the bathroom. Both girls were interested in several different guys on campus, and didn’t want to miss a day of looking good when they were on the prowl. God forbid a guy passed on them because one of them didn’t straighten their hair that day.
Once Kim and Deb got their appearances perfect, they headed downstairs and sat at the dining room table. Adrian sat at the table in front of his laptop, brow furrowed in an amused, but also vaguely concerned expression.
“Something funny Adrian?” Kim asked him.
“Well Kim,” he scrolled his mouse wheel, “weird news reports online all night. Lots of random attacks all over the world. Some places are saying the attacks are being perpetrated by zoooooommbieessss.” He drew the last word out and made a blank drooling stare. It was a very good zombie face. He shrugged, and closed the laptop, gathering his stuff to head out.
“Yeah sure. Probably another stunt for some TV show,” Deb said as she peeled an orange, her normal morning breakfast.
“Something like that.” Adrian tucked his computer away in its case, dumped out his cup of coffee in the sink, and double checked he hadn’t left anything. “Remember girls,” he looked at the two of them, panning a dead serious expression. ”Shoot them in the head. It’s the only way to kill them.” He held his expression for a second then slowly busted out into a sly grin.
The two girls mocked him for being a mega nerd as he made his way out the back kitchen door, waving as he clicked it shut behind him.
“I like him.” Kim said to Deb.
Deb delicately chewed her orange slice, and replied after she swallowed the pulp, “He’s cool. I heard his girlfriend is cool too. She came to pick him up a week ago when his car was getting fixed or something.”
“Girlfriend huh?” Kim’s mind started racing at the thrill of the hunt. Maybe she’d try to press the issue with Mr. Ring some night. Kim started peeling her own orange, starting her devious plan for seduction.
“Slut.” Deb said.
“Yep.” Kim replied as she starting eating her orange.
Turns out it never mattered, they never saw him again.
*****
The two oversexed teenage vixens (or so they thought themselves to be) made their way to the campus cafeteria to socialize before they had to go to class. Neither of them ate at the cafeteria of course. They simply moved table to table, making their rounds to all the boys they wanted to give a little attention to. Just like any school, it was a popularity contest at Auburn Lake Prep. Almost everyone was smart there, and there were a lot of good looking kids as well, so it came down to money, or popularity. The two girls made sure they laid some seeds with several boys before the bell rang and everyone was summoned off to their first classes.
Kim and Deb both had AP Calc as their morning class. Mr. Dalembert taught it, and if you could find a nerdier, drier person, you should be searching for Bin Laden Kim felt. Both girls would rather sit at home with their parents, getting lectured about curfew times than sit through one more of his classes, but such was life. They shuffled themselves into their desks, fetched their scientific calculators and their books from their bags, and settled in for the long haul. Two hours of pure, mathematical agony.
The class went exactly as both of them had expected. Well, not entirely as expected. Mr. Dalembert had a strict no cell phone policy in his class. He fully expected everyone in the class to focus themselves entirely to the shrine of trigonometry, geometry, algebra and calculus when he was on his pulpit. No exceptions were allowed. In fact his rule carried a stiff penalty. Every time a student was caught with their cell phone out in class, their semester grade went down one full point. It didn’t take many grade deductions to show up on their reports for the kids to find out mommy and daddy were pissed. It was an effective system.
That’s why there was a stunned silence when Mr. Dalembert called out to Pete at the back of the room towards the end of class, “Peter, is that a phone in your hand?” Mr. Dalembert’s long, hawkish face was even more avian as his eyebrows cocked up in his overdone look of shock.
Peter, or Pete as he preferred, was the resident math genius. His eyeglasses were a little too thick, the frames a little too large, and his jet black hair was always mussy, and not in the trendy emo way. Pete was awkward, too skinny, and was for sure a social outcast from girls like Kim and Deb. In fact, both girls had bet last year that he was still a virgin, despite being a senior.
