[h3][center] [color=fff79a]June[/color] and [color=6ecff6]Mallory[/color] [/center] [/h3] [@Vaeltaja][@Athol][@Delphio] [hr] June noticed the security guard. At first she startled as gunshots rang out. But past the zombies in front of her was the security room. [color=fff79a]"Mallory!"[/color] She called out, pointing to the open security door. The brunette hardly reacted and began walking towards the snarling monsters, the exact same thing she did not want to do. She cringed as June batted the woman to the ground, disengaging to grab her friend by the wrist. She went around the side of the hallway, managing to slip past the distracted zombies before they could make a grab. Almost. June, full of adrenaline and self presevation instinct, satisfied that her friend had gotten past the scuffle, lunged for the door. At the last moment she stopped and turned around. Mallory had slown down considerably, staring in awe at the undead, merely walking towards safety. What was wrong with her? Mallory was not thinking straight. This was impossible. These people, they were so clearly dead, and yet they walked. Oh, God, you have abandoned us. June had herself in the doorframe, to prevent the door from closing. She looked inside. She would be safe, if she were to leave everyone, but she needed Mallory to get in the door first. She looked over at the security guard who had stepped into danger, pistol in hand. Then she glanced over at an older gentlemen inside the safe room. He was making for the controls...to close the door? She could practically read it on his face. [color=fff79a]"S'il vous plaƮt ne pas!"[/color] She sputtered in her native tongue in a moment of panic! Reaching a hand out to him, begging him to not close the door. Mallory was walking down the side of the hallway, clutching her rod to her chest, looking like a WW1 soldier who was stunned from an artillery barrage.