[b][u]Angela - Gym Hall[/u][/b]

[i]"Guys, those casualties have bought us time. We can grab a couple of those wooden benches, take them through the door and block it from the other side. If there are no issues with that, it'll be me and you grabbing the benches."[/i]

Well, better idea anyway. He was the army guy, me? I'm just a gear head. 

[i]"We need to be quick. Let's do this right and get out alive. Any questions?"[/i]

"Aye, questions, but I'm savin' them for later, sir, so why not we get to it before those sods come get us for their second course?"

I partially unzipped my backpack and shoved my bat in, grip first, closing the pack back up around it to stop it from jiggling or falling out. Behind me, well, I didn't really want to think about what was behind us, more meals perhaps, but nothing more could be done now. Instead I looked around the area for the wooden benches Army Man mentioned, singling them out in a closet nearby, actually the same closet the original three sods were in, I realised. But noise attracted these things, so I knew we had to be extremely quiet about it. I turned back to the Army Guy and pointed out the closet.

"Right there, our benches. But we need to absolutely silent about it, mate, else we drop something. We don't want any dinner bells ringing now do we?"

I took the lead, had to now that we had less than half our original group left. I knew the Army Guy would be a better leader, but right now we had to work together. I barely knew the guy, didn't even know if he'd last past the 'cannon fodder' status that had our previous two new additions firmly in its grip. Aye, I could reminisce about them later, for now, we needed to get those benches. I advanced towards the closet, trying not to be slow, but then again doing the tippy toe past shamblers didn't exactly lend anything towards speed. Thankfully the sods were more interested in eating than anything else, so the short trip to the storage closet was uneventful; just the way I liked it. Inside the little room, the stench of decay was unnervingly powerful, and I saw why: there was a body on the floor, dead obviously, with flies buzzing in a dark halo around its face and torso. I saw signs of the shamblers on the corpse, what with its chest ripped wide open, an arm knawed off at the elbow and blood in a large, dark pool around it. It was deader than dead, though, or at least I thought so. I gave it a wide berth as I sneaked further into the storage closet. The place was filled to the ceiling with various gym supplies; cages full of basketballs, colourful sashes, wooden balance beams and pommel horses, but more importantly the benches that me and Army Man were after. They were stacked to one side, neat little columns that seemed out of place in the chaos. I reached up and gently hefted one off of the top of a stack and found it surprisingly light, although it was still bulky enough to make carrying it a two-handed job at the very most. I lowered it slowly and then brought it to the door, setting it down there for the Army Guy to take, before returning to the stack. I did so roughly three times more in succession, not really bothering to look at whether the dude was taking any of them, until I had five benches laid out on the floor. With one in my arms, I made my way back to the stairwell and laid it there.

One down.

Five more to go.