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Ali Ni Yuyn's gunshots reverberate around the school, echoing across empty classrooms and corridors. Indeed, their echo carries on outside for some distance. The dead who had been drawn away from the school by the earlier sniper, who took pot shots at the group's bus, have started to make their way back towards the survivors. Scores of them, maybe even a hundred. They're still a distance away though, and there may be time yet to get that fire door locked down. 

Meanwhile, the three shamblers she gunned down has brought the survivors a few vital seconds to organise their defence - or retreat. 

Though the dead are not the only ones who have been drawn by the gunfire. An emotionally unsettled (who isn't in these days?) U.S Marine had been driven into the school just minutes ago. On his way in, he spotted the group's bus, and after hearing their gunshots, he now knows he's not alone. 

Making his way down the network of corridors, Alex Ibanez followed the sounds of commotion, until they brought him to the top of a flight of stairs overlooking the gymnasium. 

He quickly identifies two slain shamblers at the front of the group, with the third stumbling towards a woman. The rest of the group seem to be busy backing away from the wave of shamblers surging in through a busted fire exit. 

Taking the safety off of his Glock, he formulates his response to the situation. Help them? Or flee? Are they friendly? Or are they likely to kill him the moment they notice his presence?