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[INDENT][INDENT][INDENT][INDENT]Rosemary Fitzgerald stood against a nearby wall, her arms crossed as she started to unpack everything that had happened since.. the incident.

Before everyone started getting sick and the school went into lockdown, Fitz had remained at the top of the ladder. Between her status as the Captain of the Softball Team and the Head Cheerleader, she honestly kept herself pretty busy. Most people didn’t even understand how she could simultaneously do both and on top of that maintain her social cliques. What made everything worse was that Fitz had planned for a class trip to Aspen that she had figured out and financed through some, well, dubious methods. After that, she was ready for college so she could prepare for her future as not just a high school athlete but a university-level one. But sitting in an auditorium with a disease crisis lingering outside ruined all that. It made it worse when the disease crisis turned into a horror movie crisis.

After surviving the auditorium, Fitz and a handful of other students grouped up in the chaos before they boarded up in the first room they could find. That was fifteen minutes ago. It had been eerily quiet.

She wasn't sure how long they could even survive in a room with locked windows and low amounts of food. 

It was only a matter of time before everyone got too hot, too scared, or too hungry to function. Worst of all things, nobody's phone could get a signal from the damn room, so it was a little difficult to get outside help; not that there was much help to be found after being boarded up in the school for as long as they were. However, despite the circumstances, Fitz tried to remain the same as ever--irreverent, fearless, and alpha. Maybe her appearing to not lose her shit could inspire the rest to do the same. It was all she was useful for right now, as far as she could tell.

[color=FF7C96]“So, what’s the plan?”[/color] She commented as she slid her notebook into her messenger bag.

It was a weird question to make given the circumstances.

Fitz wasn’t stupid, but striking out after locking the door behind them wasn’t exactly her gameplan. She just wanted to skip the part of the conversation that included the typical “oh my god what’s going on” phase. They were trapped in a school filled with infected teens and adults who were ready to attack them at a moments notice. They need an escape plan... or a plan in general.

Her eyes glanced toward the windows of the room they were in and imagined someone thinking they could escape by breaking through them. 

It was a thought that made her remember Principal Nielsen bragging about the upgrades the school had undergone two summers ago. It had something to do with the school shooting epidemic and how private benefactors had stepped in to help Stockbridge move forward into the future. Though, in reality, it was probably a tax break or a silver-lining in it for Principal Nielsen. All he cared about was his bank account as far as Fitz could tell. Which, in their current situation, made their lives a lot harder from the kids in less financially secure school districts. It all made Fitz wish she had gone to school at Darwin High instead, which she was sure didn't have fancy glass or magnetic locks. It wasn't a good look however she tried to look at it.

But at least there was the silver lining in that there were a lot of people who made it out. She didn't know all of them, but there was just enough that maybe, just maybe, they could survive and not have what happened to one of their teachers happen to them?[/INDENT]
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