[h3][center] [color=fff79a]June[/color] and [color=6ecff6]Mallory[/color] [/center] [/h3]

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On the opposite side of the hall from Elizabeth and Elijah, June and Mallory creeped down their staircase. Mallory poked her white face out, gleaming with sweat, eyes widened but composed. One thing she learned about herself from all this was that she was good under extreme pressure. That was one of those things most people never learned about themselves- how they reacted in a life or death situation. June learned a useful but worrying answer- she was numb and angry. Fight, instead of flight or freeze. The strange emptyness she felt in seeing the suffering of her fellow man was something she never could have expected. Perhaps it would all set in later, and she would break down crying once she reached safety. Maybe. She kind of hoped so. It would be reassuring, in a way, to learn that she wasn't some kind of cold-blooded survivor. Either way, there were more pressing matters at hand. The all too human Mallory was a shuddering wreck with a pale, ghostly face and impossibly wide eyes that shined in the shadow like a pair of polished marbles. 

June's eyes scanned the hallway. Three crazy people were banging on the door to the Security Office, and a fourth was dead on the ground. This was a good sign. That must have been what the man they encountered earlier looked like- trying to get in at the living people on the inside. Unfortunately, there was three of them. Mallory and June would surely die where they to attempt to take the three of them on. Most likely become one of them. At this point, there was no other explanation other than this was some kind of zombie virus. These crazy people did not emerge from nowhere, they were normal people transformed. Whether their disease was infectious or not had yet to be seen, but it probably was. The idea made her shudder, and for a moment she felt the hypothetical undead Mallory betray her and bite into June's neck. The thought passed. Mallory would not become one of those things. She wouldn't.

[color=fff79a][i]"There are three of them, Mallory,"[/i][/color] June whispered, placing her back against the wall. [color=fff79a][i]"They are trying to get inside the security office. That must mean there are people inside, but we can't get in. We just have to wait, or-" [/i][/color]

[color=darkkhaki]"NOW!"[/color] Someone shouted, causing the spaced out Mallory to jump.

June furrowed her eyebrows and scrambled to turn around the corner. There was an altercation. The people had moved to another door, and were currently heavily displaced, most of them lying prone. Some mad man was taking on the three, by himself? Or was there someone behind him? Either way, this was their best shot. The other possibility was allowing whoever was there to fight the zombies by themselves and hope they win, but if they lost, there would be no other shot to get in. Right now, helping was the only viable option. 

[color=fff79a][i]"Stay behind me, Mallory!"[/i][/color] June shouted, her french echoing throughout the halls. Mallory hesitated and then followed behind, her knuckles white around her bar and her gait lanky and ineffective. The braver frenchwoman charged down the hall to join Elijah in his fight against the zombies. Coming to stop, one of the zombies was a little farther back than the two engaged in the fight. With a heary thwack, her shower wod weapon bounced off the skull of the crazy woman. Grunting, the monster growled and whipped her fist around at June, who had already backed up. Smack! The woman growled as she reeled from the impact, her face becoming bloody. June's eyes were wide and her teeth were bared. Standing fast, used her shower rod as a spear to keep the woman at bay, sticking the thing underneath her throat and thrusting her back. Mallory joined June, but stayed a few feet back, watching, paralyzed from fear.