[@Raining]

[i]Gloves, gloves....how would gloves be helpful[/i] she thought to herself but decided they must be if we need to get them. She watched the girl as she yanked the rusted pipe from the sink. She was rambling on about unfinished business, which seemed like the least of her worries at this point but Trix kept quite and took the pipe when it was handed to her. It was rusted so a little uncomfortable to hold but better then nothing, and the best thing until they got to the sports equipment.

The blonde girl spoke again but Trix wasn't listening every well, she heard something about taking it well, then felt a pat. [i]Isn't that how you praise dogs[/i] she thought then just let out a smile "[color=ed1c24][b]t-thanks[/b][/color]" Then she started thinking about it, half the school are dead and now trying to kill the rest, usually someone would be curled up crying at this point. Obviously Delilah wouldn't, she seems like the really tough type. Beatrix wasn't that tough, but it must of been all those stupid zombie games. This was just like a zombie game, find tools and survive long enough to get out. Maybe thats why she was taking it so well, so little experience in the real world....this was just like a game to her. She tried to stop thinking about it, but maybe it was the best thing to think about. [i]Just think of it like a game, like dead rising.....don't let your friend get eaten.[/i] She was still staring at the pipe as Delilah's voice interrupted her thoughts. He head snapped up and she nodded quickly, walking along beside her.