"Things are happening," Braden echoed as Jack drew closer to the center of the auditorium, "I guess that's one way of putting it." He listened intently to Jacks speech and caught on everything that had unfurled. Solar eclipse, monsters, thick fog. [i] Wow; either this is one helluva horror movie, or we up shit's creek without a paddle and hole in the canoe floor. [/i] "At least I'm not the only one hearing those loud-ass banshees, those bastards," Braden mumbled to himself. 

[i] Ah, structure. That sounds like a good idea. And he even made a pop culture reference? Man, Jack should run for office. [/i] Then Jack implemented some rules to help govern the school. [i] Hm, I wonder how long before some idiot(s) decided to test the bounds of those rules. . . 5 minutes, 10 tops. [/i] 

While Jack was giving this speech, Braden couldn't help but feel Jack was overstating the skills the student's possessed. Yes, some of the students were gifted, but none were actual scientists, electricians, or doomsday preppers. They, including Braden, were all still kids or budding adults and most knew little of life beyond school, home, and parties. Braden knew bonds, limits, and intelligence would be tested here, and wondered if the students had what it took to survive. Damn, he hoped so. 

Braden then heard Jack start splitting people up into their respective school cliches. He marched over to the Grease Monkey area and listened to Jack talk about the power grid. "We'll see what we can do, and we'll try not to get electrocuted, though no promises. Oh, and is this a bad time to play [i] School's Out [/i] by Alice Cooper?" Braden replied as Jack practically gave him command of the auto-shoppers.