"Oh, aye lass. Scrounging around for supplies in here would be a great idea. Never know what these poor kids left behind."

I looked around. Empty. Quiet, save for the shambling and moaning from downstairs. We were safe.

For now.

There was a notice board nearby with a map of the school. Decent looking floor plan, the office was nearby too. Most of the school was classrooms, like a school should be. There weren't many good places to maybe find supplies, although the cafeteria and the kitchen looked like good places to search. Maybe we could find some food or canned supplies or something. Desperate times called fer desperate measures, just like all the other shite we'd had to do up to this point.

Shite, now that we had some breathin' room, I had space to think. What was that nonsense downstairs?! That wasn't a full-sized horde we were facing, more like ten shamblers. Why did that Asian chick have to fire her gun anyway? Only thing that noise did was attract bloody attention, and that was something we could really stand to not do. Now we were three people down, a little lighter on the load maybe, but those three people also were carrying supplies that we could use. Too little too late, I guess. No sense cryin' over spilled blood. Better them than us. I...we wanted to live. It was what we were doing. Getting to Easton, slogging through the mud and the shite and the blood and the death. Especially with little Sophia along with us. Poor little angel. I can't even imagine what she went through to be here with us right now.

Which was what I could say for the sudden new appearance.

Suddenly a new face appeared from one of the corridors, followed behind by a chorus of moaning and groaning.

Shite, more unwanted deads.

"Oy! Wanker! This way! Follow us!"

I turned tail, not bothering to see if he came along, and followed Sophia and her caretaker. If we knew what we were doing, we'd get out of here fine.