Since being removed from the group-not really a shame=Jacklyn watched them. Daily. she studied their every movement, their schedules, who did what, and she made certain that there were oddly questionable incidents, that would, hopefully, leave people wondering what was going on. In short, Jacklyn planned her revenge. She would sit for what seemed hours, on a building opposite the school, hidden, watching. When she wasn't doing that, Jacklyn was rounding up the dead. She had found that if you got something around their neck, you could control them. She'd found a long pole, and rigged up a lasso, beginning to essentially fish for the dead, she lead them into houses, locking them in, never more then one or two in a house, although there were four houses that had at least 15 each, and they were her treasures. Sooner or later, a large supply run had to happen, and when it did...

She chuckled to herself, watching the building of the wall, Jacklyn soon slipped away, returning to the farm house where they had spent a month, she began to plan her final assult, where she could hopefully destroy the school and all those in it. Kick her out? No one did that to Jacklyn. They were going to regret it, she would show them. Around the farm house, there were guns. Lots of them. Ammo off all sorts was also around, and in a box,there were three grendades. She had been thrilled to find them, on one of her own scouting trips. 

She was going to have so much fun.