[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]Part of Kaylee wished common decency hadn't vanished in the wake of the crisis that they were now facing, though she couldn't blame her peers for their reactions, either. She was playing the moral high ground to a group of cranky (and growing) teenagers that had, until recently, been running on two meals a day and were cooped up inside a gymnasium waiting for an evacuation that never came. They were all scared; hungry; tired, even. Each of them had the right to look out for themselves and themselves only when their classmates had an all-you-can-eat-buffet moments ago.

But, damn it, if they were going to get through this thing, couldn't they at least look out for their fellow peers? The growing snatch-and-grab at the remaining few granola bars they found was only going to add to the tension. Maybe they could've split it among [i]everyone[/i], instead of giving their share solely to the underclassmen?

Nonetheless, Kaylee chose to let the matter rest for now, partly because of the reaction to her suggestion, but also because the group seemed to be settling on a plan of action. Provided nothing would go wrong on their way to the school cafeteria, then they would have more food than they could bargain for.

Or so Kaylee hoped.

[/indent][/indent][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#BA55D3][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]School Hallways, 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]Kaylee was always a bit of a risk taker. Though, trying to compare stolen bases or taking bad hits in a softball match to traversing the halls of the dead would've been comparing apples to oranges. Failing to score a run or hitting a foul ball didn't lead to being munched on like a snack.

Truth be told, she was nervous, despite having volunteered among others to make the trek to the cafeteria. It wasn't unusual for Kaylee to put up a tough front in any "high-stress" situation, and yet, she could never truly hide the cracks. Her thoughts ran at a million miles per hour; her hands repeatedly clamored the metal table leg she held for defense; her eyes darted at any possible sign of danger. The softball star was riding on the edge, as most, if not all, of them likely were.

[color=ba55d3]"So, uhm,"[/color] Kaylee spoke up, keeping her voice at a minimum to not draw attention to the group sneaking their way through the abandoned hallways.[color=ba55d3]"I'm aware that we need the food and all, but isn't the cafeteria stocked with [i]food service[/i] cans? How exactly do we transport cans of that size, especially when some of us probably don't have the carrying space for them in our bags or if we get caught out in the open somehow?"

"It's just a thought, but maybe we should check out some classrooms along the way, grabbing whatever spare backpacks we can find. So we don't have to try shoving them into messenger bags or carry them in our arms, y'know?"[/color][/indent][/indent]
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