Cassandra nodded, "Thanks, Eli. I'll be in the chemistry lab again if you need me." 

She turned and headed towards the entry to the school, looking back over her shoulder one last time before she entered the door. Maybe she'd see them again, but it wouldn't bring joy to her like it used to; it'd bring fear, anger, and probably a sense of closure. Maybe she'd be able to get over the fact that they were truly gone if she saw them in their undead state. She wiped at her eyes, which burnt with the phantom sensation of tears. She knew she couldn't cry anymore about it. 

Finally, after being left alone with her thoughts on the walk to the classroom, she opened the chemistry room door. She began plucking at aloe leaves in the pots at the windows. She filled vials with water and what burn cream she had managed to salvage from the nurse's station in the beginning. Supplies were running dangerously low. She thought of Alcatraz and she tried chemical components to make something to heal wounds. She'd heard someone say something about it once and she hoped they could make the trek and find some sort of salvation. Her thoughts were not of herself anymore, but of the others who had a possibility at a happy life. She worked as she quietly hummed Brahm's Lullaby to herself and tried her hardest not to not let her thoughts revert to what was not there anymore.