Jane gave a small nod to the answers to her question. She had been hoping that was the answer. The more people, the better chances of survival.  Well, for her anyway. For people better suited for the dangerous outside world, perhaps going solo would be preferable. But not to Jane. Away from the sheltered, safe environment of the school, she would have to rely on others if she wanted to live. 

Liz's sudden movements with her crowbar made Jane remember about her own weapon, if you could even call it that. Jane had never really needed a very effective weapon, seeing as she rarely left the building, so she was content with the three-foot long paper cutter she had found in the science room. She reached to her side, where the blade hung from a carabiner looped through her belt loop and the hole in the cutter's handle. She unhooked it from the carabiner with shaky hands and and let it dangled in her right hand. It seemed to mirror the timid doctor: awkward, small, and not made for fighting. It could do many things, but killing just wasn't really what it excelled at. But she held onto it so tightly in her fist, as if she could ward off all of life's problems with a single swipe of the thing. 

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