The main entrance looked like Hell to Rebecca. The main doors to the left were broken, shattered glass scattered everywhere. Various mounds of the moss-covered corpses were gathered in scattered piles throughout the main lobby, and the layer of moss covering the floor was several feet deep.

Dried blood stained the walls in various places, a mixture of the gibberlings putrid green and the student’s reddish-black. The glass display case which held the school’s trophies was shattered, some jock slammed into it a half leaned over the top display shelf, his body torn and shredded by claws from behind and mangled and pierced by glass from the front.

Several gibberling corpses lay sprawled on top of the moss, seemingly pushed up by it as it grew and not covered or consumed like the human bodies, with various hole showing where the school’s resource officer – he was a cop assigned to handle problems with the students and deal with them on a daily basis – had shot them.

Officer Vargas had been the resource officer, and his headless body was pinned to the wall across from the shattered doors of the entrance, vines growing in and out of it, as a warning to all others and a display of the gibberlings might. His head was impaled on the end of one of the flags that the marching band used to carry and wave during games and school rallies, and it sat firmly planted in the middle of the floor, in the midst of a large mossy corpse mound.

Directly across from the half flight of steps leading down to the first floor, where Rebecca and Matthew was, was the entrance to the school’s auditorium, though no one who didn’t already know would be able to tell that now. A thick layer of vines and moss had grown up over the doors, covering that entire wall, and embedded themselves into the school’s ceiling tiles. For anyone who were to walk into the school now, without knowing the previous layout, all they’d see would be a plant-covered wall, not an entrance to the auditorium.

On the right of the main lobby was where a small blocked off area normally was, which is where the school store operated out from early in the mornings and during lunch. All it sold was some of the essential supplies which students often forgot – a small stack of ten sheets of lose paper for a quarter, a new number two pencil for a quarter, a pen for fifty cent – but that was completely demolished now.

Some unknown force had blasted through the thin walls separating the store from the main lobby, splintering boards and planks, leaving a gaping jagged hole. Oddly enough, the vines hadn’t grown over the floor or walls of the store room, so the plain polished tiles, which would normally be so commonplace you’d never pay any attention to them, stood out like a sore thumb.

Off to the side of the store, and near the busted doors which led out to the backside of the school and the fields where track, soccer, and football were played, was two soda machines which were normally turned off during the regular school hours, but then turned on for after school activities. Both soda machines had been ripped apart as if some incredibly powerful hands had simply punched through their aluminum casing and then cracked them in half, leaving their insides bare and empty for the world to see.

Directly to the right of the steps where Rebecca was standing, trying to take it all in, was the steps which led up to the third floor – completely blocked by the large moss covered mound that presumably covered a countless number of students and faculty.