We all hear about zombies rising from the dead in those old movies, but never before would I have actually thought that the dead could rise up and get...me as I did that very moment. I started to shiver all over as sweat dripped down the edge of my forward and onward passing the slopes of my eyebrows. If I hadn't been wet already, I sure would have at that very moment for none other then my very own dead Grandfather came walking in."Now, now, don't worry. I won't bite honestly," he spoke as if. Rochelle looked to her corner, and Mai Lin was screaming at the referee. She then looked to Aaron, who sat with his arms folded, shaking his head back and forth. Anthony was seated next to him, and appeared equally annoyed.The referee stood off-stage, and held a set of earphones on top of his head. Rochelle slowly stood, and Mai Lin handed her a towel. They were soon joined by Aaron, who looked furious."This is bullshit," Mai Lin spat. "This fucking ref is blind."At last, the referee returned. I was looking forward to a long three-day weekend. I glanced in the rear-view mirror at my prisoner. I could tell she was not a happy camper.Arriving at the jail, I locked my service revolver in the trunk, per standard operating procedures. I opened the door to my cruiser and extended my hand to help my prisoner out of the vehicle. She wore a loose-fitting pullover shirt, and stretchy yoga pants and some slip-on shoes. She was, admittedly, very cute and very young. She looked confused as I. The school was now mostly deserted and she saw no one as she headed down the quiet halls. She reached for the handle of the girl's locker-room door and went into the barrier area between the hall and the lockers. Then she opened the second door and made her way down the rows. Only just before reaching her locker did she become aware of a very unusual sound in the locker-room. Stopping in place she listened intently. She came to recognize the sounds of passion emanating from somewhere. Slowly.