[center][color=ed1c24][h2]Anthony Morillo[/h2][/color][hr][color=ed1c24]Teacher's Lounge ~ Stockbridge
Interacting with: Everyone[/color][/center][hr]

Anthony fumbled with his backpack with numb hands and fruitlessly took in a few deep breaths to calm his nerves. He brought his shaking hands to his lap and stared at the protein bar that lay in his grasp. Though his classmates were spread out around the room, Tony's focus seemed to be directed into empty space. As far as he mind was concerned, Tony was still in that auditorium, replaying the scene that unfolded over and over again like a broken movie projector. 

There's something profoundly horrifying about watching the rules of reality rewrite themselves in front of one's own eyes. For his whole life, humans had decided that cannibalism was disgusting, immoral, and taboo. Then, in mere seconds, Tony watched a freshman boy take a teacher's life by munching on his coratid artery. Tony had been sitting relatively close to the incident, so when mass hysteria hit the auditorium, he was right in the thick of it. The metallic smell of iron hung in the air as Mr. Roberts' gurgled his last breath, Tony remembered it was the smell that spurred him to action. He was running before he even realized his body had reacted, though he was painfully aware of his shoes sliding in Mr. Robert's blood. After stumbling slightly, Tony regained his balance and made a desperate dash to get away from the nightmare happening around him. He imagined Bobby's sausage fingers grasping for purchase on the back of his shirt and used that fear to get out of dodge. By the time he made it out of the auditorium, he found himself with a group of students and made it his goal to not get seperated from them. He figured in all the madness there would be strength in numbers. 

Now he was barricaded into a room with a few familiar faces and a health dose of dread. Outside lay a horrific and quick death, and inside was the possibility of starvation over a much longer period. It was the thought of hunger that brought the protein bar to Tony's lips, he seemed to be running on autopilot. Food was a valuable resource, but he doubted there was enough to go around equally, and they were going to need all their strength and stamina if they wanted to survive... Whatever this was. While they had taken care of the immediate threat, it didn't seem like the sick people were going to leave any time soon. [i]Fuck,[/i] was there any line of thinking that didn't lead to his inevitable death? 

[color=ed1c24][i]Hey motherfucker, snap out of it! What're you gonna do, just roll over and die? You're not dead already, maybe that's a sign.[/i][/color]

Tony sniffed and crumbled up the empty wrapper in his hand before throwing it back into his bag. His hands had stopped shaking, and his eyes lacked the glaze look of shock anymore, the only thing on his mind was surviving today and living to see tomorrow's sunrise, he could worry about everything else later. Making sure to grab his backpack, Tony shifted closer to the group so that his voice would be heard amongst the others. There was a lot of talk about plans without any plan actually being made. Tony didn't have a plan yet either, so he couldn't really complain, but it was time he spoke up. [b][color=ed1c24]"How can we make a plan if we don't even know what we're up against? I mean, they said there was an outbreak of some kind and now people are fucking [i]eating[/i] other people. What if we already caught the disease? We don't even know how it works, is it airborne, transferred through blood? Hell if I know. What we should be talking about are the things we do know."[/color][/b] At this point, Tony was thinking aloud more than anything else. As he continued talking, he began emptying his backpack of school supplies onto the table they stood around.

[b][color=ed1c24]"We know whatever is causing this makes people into cannibals, and it makes them super fucking angry apparently. Did you see what happened between that kid and Mr. Robert's? He was a grown man and he couldn't stop a freshman from gnawing on him. There's something off here, I just don't know what."[/color][/b] The last thing to fall on his pile of supplies was his handy-dandy flask. He gazed at it hungrily until he snatched it up and brought it to his lips for a gulp, his hands were only shaking slightly now. Tony let out a satisfied sigh before offering the flask to all those around him, [b][color=ed1c24]"Ah. I put rum in here if I remember correctly, kinda helps with the stress. What was I saying? Oh yeah, either way we're gonna have to leave here eventually, but I'd like to do it in a way where I don't end up as someone's lunch."[/color][/b]

Tony shrugged and left his flask on the table before crouching down, becoming eye level with the table. He ran his hand up the table leg before checking how it attached to the body of the table. [b][color=ed1c24]"We need a screw driver to get the legs off, it's a Philips head so we can use either type though. We could break the legs off if we need to but that would be loud as hell."[/color][/b]