[center][h1][color=BA55D3][b]ᴋ ᴀ ʏ ʟ ᴇ ᴇ  ᴊ ᴇ ɴ ɴ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ[/b][/color][/h1][/center][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#BA55D3][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Teacher's Lounge, Stockbridge Academy[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]March 6th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent]Although her survival instinct had been quick to react, tossing metal chairs and whatever else she could find in a panic, Kaylee was still riding the adrenaline high. Her eyes were glued to her hands, visibly shaking and covered in blood—blood that was not hers. Kaylee had seen the occasional zombie flick in the past, yet seeing such carnage in person went further than any sort of cheesy gore effects. Every second her thoughts flickered back to the auditorium; thoughts filled with visions of her friends and teachers' flesh violently ripped from their bodies, not unlike a dog being perhaps too playful with a chew toy.

Kaylee wanted to scream and cry, but instead bit her lip and tried to calm herself down. She wasn't the confident type like Fitz, and what they had all just witnessed was very likely something they would never fully recover from, but the softball star needed to keep her head on straight no matter how impossible it was right now. Even if she had to suffer in silence, Kaylee hated the thought of being a [i]traumatized[/i] burden despite the rest likely being in the same place as she was. 

She had to be at her best, even if this was all so [i]fucked up[/i]. Giving something her all until she literally dropped was what Kaylee was known for, otherwise she wouldn't have been bedridden with a fever days earlier.

[color=BA55D3]"Fuck,"[/color] Kaylee muttered, letting loose a rare swear. She looked up at the others in the room, finally getting a look at those that took shelter in the teacher's lounge. To her surprise, there had been a few faces Kaylee knew, one in particular being Fitz, the softball captain, herself. While Fitz and Kaylee weren't exactly the best of best friends, and the others were a mix of acquaintances and friends she occasionally hung out with, the knowledge that some people she personally knew had made it out alive would certainly help her teeter back away from being on the verge of a panic attack.

[color=BA55D3]"Plan?"[/color] Kaylee replied, looking at Fitz. [color=BA55D3]"I doubt anyone has anything in mind other than [i]getting out of here[/i]."[/color] She continued, echoing what Jaden had said moments earlier. [color=BA55D3]"I don't want to stay here any longer than we have to, but how many of us have any idea on what the [i]hell[/i] is going on, other than everyone turning into cannibal freaks? None of us know what's waiting for us out there, Fitz. No matter what we decide on, we'll have to risk it, but, I don't know, shouldn't we at least take a moment to get our bearings and let people calm down before possibly rushing headfirst to our deaths?"[/color]

Knowing Fitz, Kaylee was certain that her fellow teammate was likely to have issue with being contested in front of others, but not unlike softball, everyone needed to have their head in the game here. If she had an issue with it, then, Kaylee thought, she'd have to suck it up for the time being.[/indent][/indent]
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