The Ravening Hordes, Part III

Once again, use the following story starter to begin a piece of fiction:

“When she said the school was full of zombies, I thought she was speaking metaphorically. Who hasn’t felt that way about their classmates and teachers at one time or another? But no, when I arrived for parent-teacher conferences I found not a bored teacher, but one with her skin stretched taut over her skull, patches of bone visible through ragged holes. Flies buzzed around flesh that was half-rotted, half-cured by the desert sun. She smiled at me with teeth that looked huge without the flesh of now-receded gums and lips to keep them in context.”