This is a new zombie novel I'm in the process of making. Please give me some feedback on this.




Prologue

It stood there, watching me, it's gaze no more than an empty void. The spine-chilling sound of a low, throated moan emerged from it's dry, blood-stained lips. It stepped forward in an awkward limp, and it's jaw lowered, revealing a set of yellow, rotting teeth, complete with a decayed, grotesque tongue. I was terrified to the point that I couldn't move. I was paralyzed, in a sense. It just kept limping over to me, one impaired step after another. This process seemed to last an eternity. The creature grabbed hold of my arm and opened it's jaw wide...



Chapter 1:
It was an gloomy day at Carey Junior High. A decent portion of the largest school in Wyoming was feeling abnormally depressed, as if there was some sort of curse spreading through the school. Can't say I could really blame them, though. The newspapers were littered with articles about some sort of grizzly murders occurring in rural areas throughout the state. These murders were not by gun, nor by knife or other deadly weapon. In fact, no one knows just yet how they were murdered. They say the cause was inconclusive, but I just think the police were trying to cover something up. Something big.

The classes throughout the day were slow and boring. Some of the teachers were sick or something and had to be replaced with substitutes. At second period, the lunch bell rang and I exited the classroom in a rush. After 2A, or second period, as some call it, was the time I went to lunch. After moving through a crowd of students, I emerged into the cafeteria. It was crowded, as usual, and the lines leading to the food were large. Instead of eating, I decided to sit down at the nearest empty table and aimlessly search through my backpack in search of something to do until the lines shorten. Sure, there'd be less food than if I were to get in line, but I wasn't too horribly hungry to begin with. The distinguished sound of someone sitting on the opposite side of the table barely hit my ears, as the surrounding tables were occupied by groups of teenagers, talking loudly over one another. I looked up to find a set of dark red lips smiling at me, and a pair of soft blue eyes looking kindly into my face.

Kristine Fowler. My girlfriend.

I couldn't help but return her friendly smile.
"Hey," she said happily.
"Hey, Kristie," I returned, considerably less cheerful.
"What's wrong?"
"Eh, slow day, I guess," I replied.
"Understandable."

The rest of the lunch hour consisted of random chatter between us. Seeing her certainly cheered me up, but obviously the day would still go by rather slowly...