Audiobook narration: Action, drama, sci-fi, YA, dystopian, male, deep
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic) North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)Transcript
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Inside the hallways smelled like paint fumes. The lockers looked fresh out of the factory. The floors didn't have one scuff or stain, yet everything shined colorful and bright. The place was so huge it was disorienting. It took David almost 15 minutes to locate his first period classroom. He went inside. The classroom was empty. Except for Mr Mayer. His english teacher from last year, Mr Meyer was a nice guy in his late twenties. His face looked younger than that, but his unfashionable clothes and his weird beard proved that he was a teacher. Mr Meyer, You're teaching world history now, David. Hey man, no, there's no first period class here, 18 07, right, 18 07 E. Or 18 07 W. I think you want E. That's the east wing. What the ****? This place is ridiculous. Mr Meyer laughed totally. But I guess we're stuck with it. They gave us maps to hand out. Let me get you one. Mr Mayer walked to his desk at the far end of the room. So how was your summer man? He asked and rummaged around his desk. The whole school show a wretched noise erupted from the east end of the school books toppled off a shelf above. Mr mire and pummeled down onto him. David lost his balance and fell back against the door frame. There was screaming in the hallway, A fog of black smoke plumed up the hall and enveloped him, shrieking kids, fled past David running through the soot and airborne debris, coughing. David scrambled up to his feet and away from the doorway. He scanned the room for mr Mayer, His teacher was lying on the floor with books scattered all around him. David ran over to help him and grabbed his wrist. Mr Meyer's body spasm! He vomited up a bloody mass. David jerked his hand away in shock. He met his teachers terrified eyes. For an instant Mr Mayer tried to scream, but made no noise. Stay pack! He mouthed silently. Mr Meyer's body clenched again, and a second bloody lump came hurling out of him. It sprayed David with a muddled stew of blood and clumps of organ and strings of sinew. Within seconds, Mr Meyer was dead. David's legs buckled. He expected blood to come spewing out of his mouth too. But no vomit came David's mind raced. He started shouting, not even full words, just shouting at the top of his lungs. Kids were spilling into the classroom away from the hallway, They were climbing over each other to get away from the east end of the school. The hair of every student he saw was falling off in clumps. David reached up and painlessly pulled a handful of hair right off his head. He rubbed the hair between his fingers trying to process what was happening. He barreled into the hallway and lunged through a crowd of students, fighting the current toward the hallway intersection, where he parted ways with Will. Kids were running so fast that David that it was all he could do to just hold onto the door frame and not get swept away in the flow of bodies. A hand planted firmly on his shoulder. David turned sharply to see Will looking back at him, his eyes frenzied. We got to get out of here. Will was completely bald, and it was a jarring sight. If his brother hadn't found him, David didn't know if he would have even recognized him, he pulled will close. Are you okay? I think so. What the ****'s going on? David didn't have an answer. All he knew was that he had to get the two of them to safety. He tried to keep a tight grip on Will, but the surging river of bodies kept separating them. Each time he lost hold of Will. David had to fight the current to make it back to him. It took him 10 minutes to make it to the three story front foyer that led to the parking lot. Kids rushed out of the front entrance of the school. Everyone screamed, pushing and pulling to be the next ones out. But the crowd was bottlenecked again at the front doors. David and Will tried to force their way forward, but the crowd was too thick. The glass of the entryway shattered with an odd series of pops. A piece of white brick exploded from the wall behind David. He yanked Will behind one of the six wide pillars that ran the full height of the foyer. Who was that! Will! Shouted at him. Somebody's shooting at us, David, said. David peered around the pillar and saw the front lawn outside. A line of soldiers was advancing up the hill with assault rifles. They fired on the fleeing kids. David recognized one of them, A kid who'd been in Mr Myers english class last year. He was dashing right at the line of soldiers when the kid got three ft from the line, the two soldiers nearest to him coughed out geysers of blood and dropped dead, just like MR Meyer. Oh my God! David muttered. Will was looking out at the scene now to David pushed him back behind the pillar again. Out on the lawn. Some unlucky students made it to the tree line and disappeared into the woods. The unlucky ones got mowed down by a fresh wave of soldiers who kept a much larger distance between themselves and the school. They're going to kill us! Will! Said David, grasped his brother's shoulders and said with as much authority as he could muster. Everything's gonna be okay okay. Will nodded, but he didn't look convinced the gunshots stopped. Kids were taking cover now and screaming at the soldiers, pleading to be let out. The soldiers held their ground and kept their guns trained on the students and amplified voice echoed from a P A somewhere outside. All students remain inside the school. It is not safe for you to leave at this time. Stay back! Stay back! Those were the same terrified words, Mr meyer mouth, that David before he died, and they were the last words any of them heard from the outside for months.
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Everyman, Hero, Narrator, Storyteller, Authoritative, Believable, Calming, Conversational, Deep, Edgy, Heroic, Narrator, Resonant, Smooth, North American (General), North American (US General American - GenAM), North American (US Mid-Atlantic), North American (US West Coast - California, Portland)