Surviving the Band's Destructive Crescendo

Being in band and playing music is beautiful, peaceful, and deadly. I will never forget that day when the band went rouge. They destroyed everything in their path. No one made it out… except me.

1 Day Earlier…

“Ok band, let’s head outside for marching band!” yelled the band teacher.

“A flat, E flat and F sharp, A flat, E flat, and F sharp, A flat,”

“Would you stop! That’s annoying!” I said.

“Well if you want to get a good grade in band Hunter, then you have to know the right notes!” Alex told me.

I only took band this year so I would get out of music class. That was the WORST class ever. I play the Baritone. Ya that big thing smaller from the other bigger thing called a tuba I think? I really don’t pay that close attention in this

class.

“Great dress rehearsal! Now go pack up! We have 24 hours until the big game!” yelled the band teacher.

“HE JINXED US!” Alex yelled to the whole class.

“What are you talking about alex. Just because he said see you in 24 hours, doesn't mean we're jinxed!” I yelled back at alex.

I had to take the bus home that day. I sat in my normal spot. The very last seat in the very last row. People call my house the sport shop. Because I play so many sports, and I have a ton of equipment. I walked to the front porch to notice a piece of mail that my mom has to fill out for work. But I normally fill them out for her.

“MOM I’M HOME!” I yelled.

There was no response, she must be at work today. I am soo hungry. I walked to the fridge and saw a note. “Hunter don’t forget to practice for band! Mom” I guess I will do it just for mom, since dad is gone for a “hunting” trip. But he’s really gone, mom won’t tell me the truth of how he died. I opened fridge and looked around. Nothing good once again, except for a molded apple.

“Ya I not eating that.”

I grabbed my backpack and walked down stairs to my part of the house. I get the basement to myself and my mom gets the upstairs for herself, but we share the main level.

“Math check, Biology, sure. Ok I got everything done.”

“HUNTER!” mom yelled.

I ran fast up stairs to see what is going on, and to greet her from coming home. “So how’s practicing for band going Hunter?” she asked.

“It’s going great!” I tried to sound pepy and some what happy to sound like I enjoy band.

“Oh, really because this is a beautiful Baritone case sitting in my kitchen.” she told me.

“Ok, ok. I will go and play.” I said back.

I picked up the semi heavy case and carried it downstairs. All I can hear in my head playing over and over again, great job hunter but that was a wrong note again.

“I DON’T HEAR PLAYING YOUNG MAN!!” she yelled.

“A flat, E flat, F sharp. Their i’m done.” I said just loud enough when my mom walked by the stairs.

Now it was time for football. I am on my high school team with all of my friends, Robbie, Jack, Phillip, and I can’t for get Noah. There's this one person that had joined the team 2 weeks ago. I can’t wait to meet them.

“OK boys! Gather around. Now you might have heard of a new player. Well here he is.” coach said. This little 5 foot 6 inches person looks up at me. And I had to look all the way down.

“Hey Hunter!! It’s me ALEX! You know from ba”

“SHH” I told him just soft enough so no one could hear it only Alex.

“Hunter do you know this kid?” Jack asked

“No. Of course not! I guess he has just heard my name before because I am on the football team” I told him.

“Hey Hunter, can I talk to you?” Alex asked.

I had to say yes or coach would make me.

“Whats up.” I asked,

“Why did you lie about not knowing me?” Alex asked.

“I don’t want them to know that I have a band person knowing me.” I told him as I walked away to go practice.

The next day…

I had to get a ride from my mom to school because I had missed the bus again. As I walked to my homeroom I noticed that the doors were locked and the lights off, but everyone was in the room hiding like a lock down. I went to my first period class, locked just like my homeroom class. I tried all the classroom doors in the whole school including the office doors, locked. But their was one room that I didn’t check, the band room.

“Hello? Its me Hunter, a baritone player?”

The door creaked open and I could see a glimpse of a face. It was the band teacher.

“Hunter, good thing you’re here, we were worried about you! All of us thought that they got you!” the band teacher told said

“Who is they? You know what never mind. ” I told everyone.

As I walked to the back of the room heading towards my baritone case everyone had a worried facial expression as I walked back. I unlatched one latch. I was about to unlatch the other before Alex stopped me.

“Wait! Hunter go look in the practice room G, it is to my right. I think you might want to see what's in their before you open your baritone case.”

“Um… ok?”

I walked over to practice room G where Alex was pointing at. As I nervously looked through the small glass window I saw the instruments lying on the ground. I tapped the window three times. Nothing happened. I turned back towards the band to notice that Alex had locked my baritone case shut.

“Guys you don’t have to be scared they are just instruments. And why did you lock my case!”

“H-Hunter look behind you.” Alex said with worriment.

As I turned around back at the door I could see a flute right at my eye level.
“Ha, ha, very funny guys. Putting a flute on a string and hanging it. Do you really think that I am that dumb to really think that the flute is floating.”

“Oh no! We forgot about the marching band tuba!” a student said

“What do you mean you forgot about the marching band tuba?” I asked

“The instruments have gone rogue!” the band teacher told me.
“As in alive?

And hurting people.”

“Yes! Look what a flute did to my arm!” a girl said in the band.

Their was a circular patch of red that had no flesh on it. It has ripped a patch of flesh right of the arm of a girl.

“So you’re saying, we have to be careful with the bells and certain openings of certain instruments?”

“YES! And you have to help us Hunter! We don’t know what to do!” the band teacher told me.

“Ok I will help. But on one condition. You will give me the right to not play, playing quizzes.”

“Deal! Now will you help us?” Alex told me.

“Ok game plan, we fight the instruments.” I told everyone.

“Um… no.” some of the girls said.

“Ok then, anyone else have any good ideas?”

“Hunter you know how everyone plays the write notes all the time. Well the instruments are used to playing the write notes so if we play the wrong notes we might have a chance of winning this battle!” Alex said.

“Ok everyone pick and instrument that isn’t alive and try not to pick the instrument that you have been playing this whole time and, we'll, start playing!”

“Another one down. Hunter people are getting killed with this plan!” Alex said with panic

“It will be fine as long as the band teacher doesn't get eaten we are

fine.”

“Um… Hunter. Too late.” Alex said

“Um spoke to soon?”