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Kat narrowed her eyes. [color=6ecff6]"That is the worst damn fake ass accent I have ever heard. And if you think you're driving, you're crazy,"[/color] she added as she opened the driver side door and made him slide over. [color=6ecff6]"I'm going to the highschool and then you can have this junker back."[/color]

The drive was filled with Kat swerving to miss people and swerving to hit walkers while swearing under her breath and Grace continued to cry, not understanding what was happening.
The tires screeched as she pulled up to the school. There were walkers milling about so she tossed the keys at the driver. [color=6ecff6]"Good luck,"[/color] she said before jumping out and running for the door.
Grace screamed, her little face red. One walker swung at them and Kat shoved him into another and kept running. It was almost like watching a football player running through the opponents team and knocking them out of the way with the ball, aka Grace, tucked safely under her arm.

Once she reached the doors she was surprised to find them unlocked. She darted inside and pressed her back against it to keep the growling walkers out. [color=6ecff6]"Matt! Nikki!"[/color] Kat screamed over Grace's crying and the walkers pounding on the door, drawn by the baby's cries.