[right][h2][color=C1CDCD]Cash Kattner[/color][/h2][sub][color=C1CDCD]Location:[/color] [color=gray]Stockbridge Academy, Teacher's lounge.
March 6th, 2019.[/color][/sub][/right][hr][hr]

[color=gray]Cash let out a shuddering breath as his back leaned heavily against the interior wall of what used to be the teacher's lounge. He stared at the floor, an incredulous expression plastered on his face.

[color=C1CDCD]"What...the fuck.."[/color] he whispered to himself.

What he'd just witnessed was something you could only describe as a horror scene.

He closed his eyes, his furrowed brow a sign of his obvious perturbation as he tried to block out the image of people getting - mangled. He clenched his fists, trying to stop them from shaking as the adrenaline rushed through his bloodstream.

A few days ago, they'd been informed by the school faculty that some sort of [i]"outbreak"[/i] was underway. They were ushered to the gymnasium, where the bulk of the school's attendants gathered, muttering amongst themselves about what could possibly be going on outside. After a couple days of being holed up in the gym - which was not a comfortable place to spend a night, not that it matters - they would finally know. Before anybody could realize they were in danger, a kid took a chunk out of Mr. Roberts' neck - causing all hell to break lose as the latter proceeded to follow suit upon the other residents of the gym.

The ensuing scramble was well-warranted, as more and more students seemingly grew ravenously hungry for the flesh of those around them - only after having fallen prey themselves.

Within the scatter, a handful of students managed to find temporary shelter in one of the teacher's lounges - which was where Cash stood now. Cash, among others, had hurriedly thrown anything they could lift against the door as their ravenous colleagues slammed against it.

Their mental reprieve only beginning some time later, when the slamming eventually stopped.

Cash let his hands relax, allowing a short sigh of air to escape his lips as he tried to even his breathing.

[color=C1CDCD][i]This shit is insane...it's - it's like a fuckin' horror flick-[/i][/color] he thought.

He opened his eyes and lifted his head a bit as he heard the voices of his fellow students. Initiative was good - and a plan, just as. They could maybe afford to gather themselves for a bit longer, but a plan was necessary regardless. Cash drew his phone from his back pocket, checking for any messages. No bars. His next pocket was just his bike's key fob, and the next was some loose cash. Not useful stuff at the moment. His backpack contents likely weren't of much help either - pens and notebooks, mostly. A pair of scissors, maybe.

He looked around at the others in the room - counting twelve. He didn't know any of them, really - but that's to be expected considering he didn't [i]care to know[/i] before this year. At most, a couple might be acquaintances he met in class. He would bet there were a good deal more than twelve of those...enraged students shambling around the school. He wasn't sure exactly how they planned to escape this situation.

He would like to think this whole thing was some stupid joke - but he knew it wasn't. The blood was real. The fear - of all those students and staff - was real.

It's real easy to think [i]"the apocalypse would totally be fun!"[/i] when kids aren't getting their throats ripped out in front of your eyes - feet away. When you can't hear the blood-curdling scream of some chick you sat next to through an entire course as she gets tackled by a fucking mangled cannibal - who sat on your other fucking side throughout the same course-

Cash ran his now less-shaky hand up his face, brushing a few locks out of his vision as he interrupted his own thoughts- [color=C1CDCD][i]Get it together![/i][/color]

[color=C1CDCD][i]It doesn't matter who's dead - what matters is who's alive.[/i][/color]

His back left the wall, and he took a half-step forward. [color=C1CDCD][i]"Right."[/i][/color] he mumbled to himself, [color=C1CDCD]"Anyone hurt? Like, not-psychologically?"[/color] he asked aloud to nobody in particular - ignoring the two that were bickering - while scanning faces throughout the room.[/color]