Michael hung back a little as Claudia moved forward, letting her check the classrooms as he alternated between checking in front of and behind them, finding nothing of note. The corridor, lined with lockers on either side, was eerily silent, save the faint clicking of his boots and her shoes against the tiles, and the dim hum from the lights. He smiled as she waved him over, mentally applauding her forethought of not shouting at him. That’s when he heard it.

Something scratched across the tiles behind Bennett as he turned, pistol raised, but saw nothing in the lit corridor. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as he peered down towards the main entrance. He paused for a moment, before turning back and rejoining Claudia.

[color=6b8e23]“Well, the key’s gotta be here somewhere.”[/color] Michael said softly, as he turned back towards the direction they’d come from. [color=6b8e23]“... It’s probably with the staff, or whoever turned else moved in. Or we could find somethin’ to pick the lock with and figure that out, but there’s no tellin’ how long that’d take.”[/color] He said, trying to pick out whatever had made that scraping noise. He didn’t trust it, even without any cover for zombies in the hallway. [color=6b8e23]“... Might just be losing it.”[/color] He muttered, trying to convince himself to keep moving rather than investigate that. He didn’t have the bullets to waste on dealing with that, if it was a threat. [color=6b8e23]“We should probably keep movin’.”[/color] He said with a certain urgency. He didn’t like this, it felt as though they were being hunted.