[INDENT][right][h2][color=C1CDCD]Cash Kattner[/color][/h2][/right][sub][hr][/sub][color=C1CDCD][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Stockbridge Academy, Teacher’s Lounge[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]March 6th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][color=gray]Cash sighed as he stood up.

He supposed it was to be expected - the quarrel their group was undergoing. Everyone’s nerves were shocked. They were all on edge. Even him, he noticed, as his hands continued to tremble. He’d seen some shit before, but the scene that played out moments before he would find himself in the teacher’s lounge was gruesome. He shook the thought from his head.

He was glad at least that those of the group weren’t completely debilitated by their fear - well, most of them. They seemed like a reasonably tough bunch. He turned to face the middle of room, having kept an ear open as he mingled amongst the outskirts of the group. Personally, he wouldn’t mind gathering their sanity for a little while before making a decisive movement - but it seemed the group had mostly decided their course of action.

He’d join them, of course - they didn’t say strength in numbers for no reason. But how much that mattered when they were - assumedly — outnumbered themselves...well, he didn’t want to think about it. Plans were all fine and dandy, but when shit hit the fan anything could happen.

At this point -- he only had one plan - survive.

Easier said than done.

[sub][hr][/sub][color=C1CDCD][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Stockbridge Academy, Hallways[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]March 6th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub]
Cash crept forward, the sole of his sneaker pushing against the floor as he peered cautiously around a wall full of lockers.

Nothing.

He felt himself release a quiet breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. He motioned behind him that [i]that[/i] hallway seemed clear, aside from a haphazardly placed stray shoe. Unfortunately for them, there were far more halls than just the one.

Cash had taken a more helpful role in their departure from the teacher’s lounge - having taken up a table leg from the local soda-puncher - and assuming one of the frontmost positions of their trepidatiously-moving formation. Brave, one might think - but his heart was beating just as fast as anyone else’s.

What would they even do if they saw something in these halls? Sneaking past them didn't seem likely considering there was more than a couple of them. And fighting them wasn’t something he wanted to do. Especially not with a flimsy table leg from a highschool teacher’s lounge. Although, even if it was a rather unsubstantial weapon, it at least gave him something to do with his hands. He gripped the piece of metal tightly.

Despite the current situation they were in, he found his mind wander elsewhere. The group wasn’t entirely together anymore - some had opted to stay behind in the lounge. He’d attempted to talk them out of their decision - but they’d been adamant. He felt a wrong feeling in the pit of his stomach, leaving them there. But even so, he wasn’t going to risk himself if they wanted to stay behind while the rest of the group tried to escape.

His mind was brought back to the hallway as he heard a voice from behind him. [i]Kaylee[/i], she had said her name was. He wasn’t sure about the proposition. She was right - the food containers would probably be quite cumbersome. But searching the classrooms was dangerous. They could make too much noise - or one of the...[i]’zombies’[/i] could be inside one of the rooms. Well, that was assuming someone had managed to get inside one of the rooms - they could very well be locked due to the situation beforehand.

But, if even one saw them it could easily turn into a shitshow. 

He turned his head to the side, keeping his eyes ahead as he spoke in a low, husky tone.

[color=C1cdcd]“Er, well.. it might be dangerous. We’d have to be real quiet.”[/color]

His mind wandered to the cafeteria. He could maybe fit like, one, [i]maybe[/i] two of those cans in his backpack, [i]if[/i] he left it open. They’d not be able to take many even if- [i]wait[/i].

[color=C1cdcd]“Wait, do y’all think they have some carts sitting around in there? If the casters are quiet enough, we could get a ton of those cans to anywhere in the school.”[/color]

Maybe someone had a better idea - but it didn’t hurt to spitball. Plus, even if they did get some workable carts and got caught, those that were unarmed could grab a couple of the supplies during the escape and leave the carts behind.

He hadn’t been very vocal before - in the lounge - but he hoped nobody would hold it against him. He had just seen some poor sons of bitches get their faces eaten off, after all. Any idea was worth discussing - unless they just [i]wanted[/i] to end up getting their Halloween costumes super early. And permanently.
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