Ask to Join The Walking Dead: Deprived - RP

[N E G A N]

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Thursday, 2010 - 5 days AGO (After Global Outbreak)
Colorado Springs, CO

The overhead sky was, as usual, clear. The sun barely over the horizon, peaking over the tops of the distant mountains. It was almost always a beautiful morning, but to most of the people living in Colorado Springs, they'd gotten used to it. It was home, but it really didn't get the appreciation it deserved from the residents. Not anymore.
Michael leaned against the side of the bus in his seat, all the way in the back of the bus, his broad shoulders and hunched over form making him appear brutish, and far larger than any of the other students on the bus. He was 18, a senior at Roy J. Wasson High School. It was a decent enough school, with mostly good reviews. Michael did honestly enjoy going to school, one of the few things he enjoyed. No, he didn't enjoy school for school. He enjoyed school for the people there. He was the big boss around the school. Far bigger than anyone else, and he found it easy to intimidate others. He could people to do just about anything for him, and deep down, for Michael, that was a scary thought.
Michael averted his gaze to someone else on the bus, after staring out the window, and locked eyes with someone. Michael was never one to look away. He'd learned that looking away was an involuntary sign of weakness. The trick is to make them look away. So instead of averting his gaze away from the person, he narrowed his eyes as he stared them down.

 

[Ry_Burst]

“I can’t believe the car broke down,” Liberty Cross complained with a smile as her and her brother walked towards the bus stop. Just down the block, the bus was rumbling forward.

Jason Cross, her younger brother kept his head low, staying silent, while listening the the music blaring from his earbuds. He was listening to music from his phone is silence. He hated the bus’ loud talking and the groups of assholes, saving seats and throwing stuff at him. It was normally worse than class. Luckily he’s always had a sibling who could drive him there, with it either his sister or his brother who was currently in college.

The bus came to a stop and the doors opened wide. “C’mon little bro,” Liberty said, getting on the bus, and strutted down the isle. She took an unoccupied seat near the middle. However her brother kept his eyes low and kept on going sitting beside someone near the back without looking who it was.

 

[_obsequious]

Nora was hunched over in her seat, her hands in her pockets, her head resting lazily on the fogged window. It was a chilly day, to her at least, and a scarf hid her neck and chin as she simply buried her nose in it. Nora was just about always cold.
She took her attention away from the window, looking at the aisle of the bus as someone boarded, unintentionally locking eyes with someone.
Oh. Oh, God.
A senior, of whom she was kind of petrified of already. The kind of guy who looked like a football player but didn't seem like one, narrowing his gaze at her. She studied his face for a brief moment more, for any sign of emotion, but she just couldn't find it.
Maybe there was something on her face. Looking away and at her feet, she awkwardly rubbed at her cheek, praying there hadn't been some sort of food (although she hadn't eaten) on it to be the reason he'd looked at her. Although she was pretty sure he'd already moved on to death-glare at someone else, it still felt like his eyes were branding into her, the violent stare, sending a chill up her spine.
Uuuguuughhghghghhhh.

 

[OmnipotentOnion]

Lance silently fiddled with his thumbs in his seat in the back of the bus, tapping his foot randomly. The bus was on its way to school, which he didn't show much concern for. He looked up to see what looked like an awkward staring contest between a buff guy and a girl with a scarf. After a few more seconds of spectating, Lance redirected his focus to his dancing thumbs, occasionally glancing out through the window as well. Just another day in high school, right?

 

[N E G A N]

Michael grunted in satisfaction as the girl looked away, before he returned his attention back out the window, watching the familiar houses fly by, and the world brighten as the sun rose, clearing past the mountains. Soon enough, they'd arrived at the school. The bus pulled into the parking lot behind a couple other empty buses that had already dropped off it's load.
Michael was about to stand to get off, when he finally noticed the kid sitting next to him, clearly in his own world. Eyes distant, mouth slightly agape.
Michael considered taking the ear buds and breaking them as punishment, but this kid's face showed what Michael could only determine as someone on the verge of snapping. Whether he would just burst into tears or try to pick a fight with Michael wasn't clear, but the big guy wasn't really much of the bullying type anyway. Just intimidating.
So he glared at the kid, giving him a slight nudge, as it was time to get off the bus. People were already filing out.

 

[_obsequious]

Nora shuffled out of her seat into the aisle, winding up right in front of the senior. The tiny hairs on her neck rose with unease, hidden by her scarf. She knew it didn't mean anything, but she was most certainly the kind of person to be worried about an awkward 4-second staring contest that meant nothing.
So, naturally, she kept her head ducked as the line stopped, because some kid just had to stop them all to talk to his friend. She groaned, shifting her weight and fiddling with the strap of her bag. She heard laughter, and shouting.
Average teenage things.

 

[Ry_Burst]

Jason stood up, and began to make his way off the bus. While he didn’t appreciate the budge by the Senior whom he had been sitting next to, he didn’t want to start anything. If he started a fight, even if he won he would still get into trouble. Besides there was too many people on this bus and it would be easy for someone to get hit in the crossfire. So he kept his eyes low. However he was quickly stopped by an unmoving line. It was his sister holding up the line talking to a cute boy. He impatiently waited for the line to digest and for the kids to begin to file out of the bus.

As he stepped off the bus, he looked up to see his sister being surrounded by a group of her friends. He gave a shrug as he kept moving forward and made his way towards the school.

 

[OmnipotentOnion]

Lance yawned and stretched, his back audibly popping before he got up from his seat and stepped off the bus, murmuring a quiet thanks to the driver. He ran a tired hand through his hair and rubbed his eyes, accidentally bumping into the Senior he had seen locked in an intense staring contest with that other girl. Lance muttered, "Sorry," and kept walking straight.

 

[N E G A N]

Michael glared at the back of Lance's head for a few moments, but decided to drop it. Too early in the morning to be picking fights. Instead, he departed from the bus just like everyone else, and began the short trek into the school building.
Inside, you could feel the tension, the suspense in the air. No one needed to ask; 'What's going on?'. Everyone knows. The media constantly talking about the dead people. The ones that walk. They say the military has everything under control, but it seems that the dead are walking everywhere, eating people. The stories are horrific, and even some manage to unsettle Michael, who's seen his fair share of blood and guts. School had become obsolete in the past week alone. Everyone was always watching the news, or talking about it. None of the teachers would teach, and even the lunch ladies had trouble getting us food, as they'd have to hurry, concluding they'd spend all their time watching the news. It was scary times for everyone.
Hopefully, it'll just play itself out.

 

[_obsequious]

Nora found herself fiddling nervously with her scarf for almost the entire day. Something about- God, what was this, a zombie apocalypse video game? She scrunched up her nose. This had to be some sort of prank for a Halloween Dance or something.
But she was pretty sure the school wouldn't get the News Crew to fake this out.
"We're goING TO DIE" someone random screamed, and it was really unsettling. The principal actually interjected, calling the kid to the office and it seemed like he got in a lot of trouble.
Worried, awkward, nervous..
She just hoped it would work out, hopefully..

 

[N E G A N]

The school day dragged on for hours, Michael moving from class to class, getting nothing done. Even the most strict of teachers found it extremely difficult to teach. And that's when the panic started.
The bell had just rung, signaling that it was lunch time. Michael was walking passed a huddled group of students, all speaking in hushed voices. This peaked his interest. He always had to stick his nose in everyone's business, it was kind of his thing. He slowed down, listening to what they were saying.
"-apparently Mrs. Foster's Husband is one of those deadies. That's why she had to leave school early. Rumor is, that it's already all over the south side of town." One of the kids was saying.
Michael froze on the spot. South side was where his Grandpa lived, the only person in his family that Michael actually gave a shit about. Normally, he wouldn't believe rumors, but these were trying times. He felt panic start to set in...

 

[OmnipotentOnion]

Lance walked through the cafeteria, silently listening in to all of the rumors. Apparently there were undead figures infesting the country and terrorizing the people. Of course, Lance wasn't paying much concern, as first, they were all rumors, so there wasn't any way to be genuinely sure that the notion going around was actually true. Second, Lance had some fighting experience, so if things went to hell, he could likely battle his way out of tight spots. He bit into a small apple and chewed slowly, sitting at an empty table that was quite a distance from any unwanted company.

 

[_obsequious]

The small girl was making her way through the hallway to the cafeteria, keeping her head ducked. She was hearing whispers and rumors everywhere around her, and a prickle of dread shot up her spine. It was just so odd.
She saw the senior from before, quite a bit ahead of her, and she winced, swallowing past a lump in her throat. It occurred to her that it wasn't weird to see him. She actually saw him quite a bit, in the halls between classes, but it just felt weird today, when she engaged in a heated staring contest among rumors of literal undead.
She went to keep walking when he just.. stopped. She raised a brow, curious, and when she passed passed him she turned back. His face looked like he'd just seen a ghost, and that he was about to die.
"They're already on the south side of town? That's where my mom lives!" one girl near him cried loudly, fumbling with her phone. Nora, despite the feeling of being paralyzed, shivered.

 

[Ry_Burst]

With the rumors about how the things on the news had reached the south side of town, Liberty was quick to dismiss them as a threats and made the claim, “They’re only rumors,” to her friends. There was no way that anything bad could be happening. While they lived on the south side of town, her mother worked on the north side, so she would be safe. And if it was true, she would get ahold of her and her brother. So it had to be just rumors.

However Jason believed them at this point,and decided to skip lunch. His stomach was doing flips. If this while thing was real, then his dad may have already been killed by it. He was a trucker and there was no way of knowing where his dad was. And not to mention he hadn’t spoken to his dad in a few days which only added onto the paranoia.

 

[N E G A N]

Regaining himself, Michael shook himself out of his stupor, about to continue walking when he caught a girl staring. It took he moment before he realized she was the same one on the bus. As their eyes locked, he could see the expression of fear on her face. This was normal, however. Michael was accustomed to having this effect on people, but at the moment, he didn't really want to deal with it. He shook his head slowly at her before continuing on his way into the cafeteria.

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Just outside of the school, however, three boys were huddled in a corner, hiding from the rest of the school, panting. "Did... did we lose him?" The oldest asked. The tallest glanced around the corner, seeing nothing. "Yeah... I think so." He replied as the fattest let out a sigh of relief. "What the fuck was wrong with him?" He asked.
"I dunno. He was acting all weird..."
"You think it was one of those things all over the news?"
"Yeah... he even almost got a bite out of me." The oldest stated, showing his arm to the others. Blood leaked out of a few punctures in his arm, undoubtedly from teeth. "I was able to pull away before he could get a chunk. Damn... that was scary."
The fat one nodded. "Yeah, maybe you should-"
He never got to finish his sentence, as a muscular form rounded the corner, and immediately lunged at the boys, grabbing the fat one, sinking it's teeth into his neck.
"HOLY SHIT!" The oldest yelled, backing off as the fat one fell. "HELP!"

 

[_obsequious]

Nora, having started to walk away, undoubtedly heard the scream. In fact, most people probably did.
That scream seemed to be a domino effect that cast itself upon half the kids in the hallway, because following that scream were plenty others. They probably didn't even know why they were screaming. Nora didn't, but she had an idea.
The other half of the population seemed to stiffen, whispering hurriedly among themselves. Some people started crying, because with rumors came assumptions, and Nora quickly assumed that it meant the rumors were true.
Kids were streaming out the halls.
Screaming, shouting, calling.
Why couldn't she move?

 

[Ry_Burst]

The scream seemed to snap Jason into reality. It was a shrill scream, that sounded horrid. The immediate reaction of the students was to seemingly freak out. And then to make things worse kids flooded the halls. This is where it hit him. It was real. Jason’s heart began to pick up, beating faster as the tension seemed to grow higher.

“Everyone calm down!” Various teachers called this out to the students, while some seemed to be freaking out themselves, joining in on the mad hysteria.

“This can’t be happening,” Liberty said as the cafeteria was filled with screams. The senior sunk down in her seat, while her friends were quick to flee.

Jason could hear crying, rushed whispers, screams, and much more. The entire lunchroom had engulfed into pandemonium. However Jason stood still, trying to examine the situation with a rich heart. “The things!” He heard a kid shout. The rumors were true. And they were here. This was insane.

 

[OmnipotentOnion]

Lance froze mid-chew, his half-eaten apple falling to the tile floor of the cafeteria. All hell was breaking loose throughout the school, shouts of "the monsters" ringing through the air. A bead of sweat dripped down the boy's forehead. So, the rumors were true. The scream had given it away, and now, pandemonium infested the building. What was to happen next? For once, Lance was finding it hard to stay monotone.

 

[N E G A N]

"What do we do?" One of the teachers, Mr. Quillson, asked the School Officer, who was by the door, looking out through the windows on either side of the door.
He was looking through at a sickening, gruesome scene. One of the things was tearing into a student's body, pulling out his entrails, devouring them... He looked away, feeling ready to throw up. "Somebody call the police." He ordered, and over a dozen phones were whipped out at once. Officer Whitley looked over at the two kids who had rushed in. "Lance," He said to the tallest, who was nursing a bloodied arm. "Go to the nurse."
The student gave a nod, his eyes distant, before he walked away, in a daze. "Jeb, make sure he gets there." Whitley ordered the oldest, who gave the same nod, and followed Lance. Whitley turned back to the scene. The thing was still eating Chuck, the fat kid, seemingly without a care in the world. He kept his eyes on it as he pulled out his keys, selected the right one, and locked the door.
"They aren't picking up!" Someone cried into their phone, as others pulled their phones away from their ears, all with seemingly the same results. Whitley felt a chill run down his spine. "Holy shit..."
And that's when the tornado sirens began to blare. It was a clear day, so the possibility of it being a tornado was obviously non-existent.
This was serious.

 

[OmnipotentOnion]

(Aight, let's spice things up)

Lance was sitting at the table silently, his dark blue eyes exponentially more cloudy than usual. He crushed his unfinished apple under his shoe, running a hand through his hair. It was actually happening. All of the rumors he had heard; they were all true. The tornado sirens wailed in the distance, adding to the chaos as students ran around the school building in a frenzy, even joined by a few teachers. Lance buried his head in his hands, paying no heed to the ear-splitting screams of the students, which were now becoming peculiarly more distant, or the low and rumbly moan of something to Lance's left...

 

[Merciless Medic]

The screaming and running of the children had caught the attention of Viktor. He was helping a teacher grade when she abruptly left the room. He thought about going with her, but something made him stay. He finally got the guts to leave his table and chair and the ungraded papers to see what was going on and what the fuss was all about. Before he left, he picked up his translator he was using to help him understand the content of the tests, and put it in his satchel before leaving the satchel on the chair and leaving the room.

When he left the classroom, he saw a kid being escorted to the nurse's office, but there was a strange look about him, something that caused his neck and spine to tingle with anticipation of the worst. He always had this strange sense of disaster of what could come, but never truly knowing what could happen. When the world becomes destroyed by everyone killing each other in anticipation of these strange crazy people the lunch ladies have been whispering about from the news, his senses wouldn't be able to pick out anything, and he would be left with an eternally tingling spine.

He rushed over to the cafeteria to see everyone in a blind panic. He looked outside to see a fat child getting eaten by a... Man? What did the news call them? Crazy people? Whatever the case may be, it seemed like the creature was enjoying its meal. He looked around for something he could use to defend everyone with and found a fire ax and a fire extinguisher behind a glass panel that read "in case of emergency, break glass".

This felt like an emergency enough, he thought, so he slammed his fist through the glass, the glass cutting into his knuckles as he grabbed the ax's handle. He pulled it out, the glass shards littering the floor, and his knuckles bleeding and dropping on the floor, but he didn't seem to mind too much, just a grimace flashed on his facial features for a second before disappearing for a more stoic look. He looked outside to see that creature still munching on the corpse. He wondered how they would rapidly grow, as he also heard something about the south side of town being infested. Luckily, his family was to the north, but then he thought about his mother and father. They both work on the south side of town.

With this sudden realization that he may never see his parents again, he gulped and his face became pale and his hands clammy as he clutched onto the ax like it was a lifesaver with white knuckles. His body shook as he thought about his dead parents and he fell to his knees, completely devastated. He shook his head to get the thought of them dying out of his mind and focused on the children here and his siblings. If anyone were to survive, somebody would have to act.

He ripped the keys from the teacher's hand and he unlocked the door. He threw the keys back at the teacher and closed the door behind him, an ax in hand, ignoring the protests from the teacher. He's killed wolves and bears before, but killing a crazy man bent on being a cannibal would be different. He always had gone for the head though, as it was the center of all the neural activity and a quick way to ensure death. He thought about chopping the head clean off or maybe smashing it into the head of the creature, as that would destroy the chances of it reacting in a post-mortem kind of fashion. He looked at the poor boy, his face losing his stoic expression for more reverent kind before regaining his composure. He hoped that the crazy man wouldn't notice him, as he made his way, with shaky steps, toward the man, keeping an eye on his surroundings to make sure nobody gets in his way.

Meanwhile, the blood dripped from his knuckles and coat the handle of the ax, and the smell of fresh blood wafted toward the crazy man from the calm breeze...

 

[N E G A N]

The walker looked up at Viktor from the half-eaten liver in it's hand, letting out a low snarl, before quickly getting to it's feet and lunging towards the young adult, snarling.
Just as it did this, however, several shots rang through the air. Instantaneously, the walker was jerked back as shot after shot rang through the crisp Colorado air, bullet after bullet slamming into the corpse. It didn't seem fazed however, and continued it's pursuit of Viktor once the shots had ceased.
"Fuck..." Officer Whitley growled, dispersing the clip of his personal Beretta M9, grabbing another clip from his waist. The only extra clip he carried.
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Michael had decided to stay out of the mess going on at the cafeteria door, but then he heard the gunshots. Jerking up, the large boy darted hurriedly into the cafeteria, seeing the crowded people at the door. He'd never get through them. Deciding to use the only other door in the cafeteria to escape, he turned to it, to see a few bloodied people stumbling in.
The door had been propped open by somebody, presumably a teacher, or something of the sort. Three bloodied people shambled in, groaning loudly. He noticed a kid sitting at a table, burying his face in his hands, his back to the approaching... things.
This could get out of hand, fast. "Hey! Get out of here!" Michael yelled, walking boldly to the bloodied people, puffing out his chest, trying to make himself appear far more intimidating than he already was.
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A small group of walkers shambled down the now deserted street, hearing distant screams, but not enough to draw their attention...
Not until gunshots cracked through the air. Immediately, the undead changed direction, now heading for the school. The origination of those shots.
But not only this group was headed in. Any walkers for a mile or two around heard the shot. And they were all gonna close in, unless distracted by happening upon other live survivors.

 

[OmnipotentOnion]

Lance looked up and turned around to see that other kid puffing out his chest, as if he were trying to look... intimidating? The boy scoffed and got up from his seat, turning to his left to look at the so-called walker that had now lunged for him, attempting to grab his neck. Lance sidestepped swiftly and threw a strong right hook, pushing through the walker's stomach as it went tumbling backwards. Some weird grime had stuck onto Lance's fist as he shook it off and wiped his hand on his pants. "Disgusting," he said monotonously, popping his knuckles and neck. He saw three walkers dragging themselves into the cafeteria, murmuring indistinctly as they walked toward Michael and Lance. Lance narrowed his eyes and got into a stance, ready to fight his way out if needed.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Viktor heard the shots and instantly ducked, but the crazy man still lunged forward, not even flinching and letting its body roll with the kinetic force of the bullets ripping through its body. Viktor felt his drive to survive kick in and he swung his ax upward, getting the ax stuck in the creature's chest as it lunged into it. It's arms outstretched as it tried to grab Viktor. Viktor, startled, struggled with the unusually strong man and kicked the creature away and off of the ax. He backed up and heard footsteps to his right. There were more.

He muttered a Russian curse word before hopping backwards, and then making a beeline for the door, hoping the man wouldn't shoot him, if he had any ammunition left. He was quite fast for a large man, feeling the cold wind sting his face as he quickly reached the door. He deduced that the door was wide open, so he quickly made his way through the doorway, shoving the teacher out of the way to protect him and quickly slammed the door. A thud could be heard as the creature hit the door, but the door wasn't completely closed.

Its arm was poking through, trying to grab at Viktor.

Viktor, enraged with how this thing wouldn't let up, smashed the blunt end of the ax on to the arm, attempting to break it. He heard a snap, but the arm, albeit crooked, was still trying to grasp at him. He muttered in Russian which translated to "How could this be possible?"

With the arm broken, he slammed the door shut one last time. The arm got stuck in the door, but it no longer moved, as the nerves between the hand and brain were severed. He then yelled in his heavy, deep Russian accent: "Lock it. Now!" He couldn't hold the door closed any longer, and he was needed somewhere else. He heard the screams in the cafeteria reach a fever pitch as he deduced those crazy men were now in the building from another entrance.

 

[N E G A N]

(Lol. Onion called Michael 'Shawn'.)
Upon seeing that the closest crazy wasn't affected whatsoever by the punch Luke, or whatever his name was, gave it, Michael moved in, drawing back his fist. The crazy, bloodied person turned back to Lance, snarling, just as a massive fist slammed into it's jaw. The jaw detached from it, and went flying through the air as the crazy stumbled back a bit, before regaining itself, and turning to Michael, still snarling as blood streamed out of it's mouth, it's tongue wobbling sickeningly without a jaw. "What the fu..." Michael breathed, before one of the other crazies leaped onto his back, growling.
Michael shrugged it off, and took off, leaving Lance behind, leaving the cafeteria, passing Viktor as he went. Michael was legitimately flipping his shit at this point.
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Officer Whitley stared out at the creature banging against the door. This was... physically impossible. To take an entire clip to the chest and be unfazed as inhuman. That's when he considered, that maybe these things weren't human. They looked human, but didn't act like it. Covered in blood, incapable of calm, social interactions, and seemingly immune to death... How could humanity win against such an intimidating foe?
He finally willed himself away, hearing the screams from the other side of the cafeteria. He raised his now loaded Beretta, seeing Michael run out.
Lance was surrounded by the three crazies, which seemed like an inevitable fate. "Get down!" Whitley yelled as he ran forward, and started unloading his clip into the nearest one. First the chest, then the shoulder, third the neck, and finally the back of it's head. The moment his fourth bullet slammed into the head of the crazy, it went limp, falling to the ground, leaving Whitley shocked.
He'd successfully killed one. Somehow...
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Nurse Poppy Carter plopped into her seat in disbelief, burying her face in her hands, unable to look at the body of the student on the bed. Everything was going to shit, and she was completely unable to help. Lance was dead (Other Lance, lol).
"Miss Carter..." Jeb asked helplessly. She made no reply, unsure of what to say.
That was when she heard the rustle. Jeb let out a small gasp. It sounded like a happy one, full of surprise. Poppy would never know, for the moment she looked up, Lance had risen from his bed, and launched himself at Jeb, sinking his teeth into the boy's neck. "NO!" Poppy cried, pushing herself away, stumbling out of her chair and onto the floor. "No..." She whispered, trying to get up, only to feel teeth sink into her ankle. She let out a sharp cry, falling back down, trying to kick him away...
But it was no use.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Seeing that the officer left with the key to lock the door, Viktor groaned a cursed again in Russian. He saw a pipeline slightly above him, so he grabbed it, ripped it off of the wall, and stuck it in the loop for a door handle, barring the door closed. He then ran off, and heard screams coming from the nurse's office. He ran inside, and found the kid who was looking dazed and dead, biting the nurse and his friend. So they can multiply by biting? Hopefully it was only biting.

He slammed the sharp point of the ax into his friend on accident, thinking he was already one of those things. He might as well be one now. The force of the ax driving into the young boy's head cracked it open, and fresh red blood with bits of black goop leaked out. He crumpled to the ground as Viktor hesitated before moving on. What was he doing? Murdering people? He might as well be in prison, but he was helping the nurse. That justification was enough as he slammed his ax into the other one, not caring if he saw him or not, his ax slamming into its shoulder, cutting the arm almost completely off. He sent all of his weight through the ax, slamming down again, this time at the base of the neck, severing the head from the rest of the body, effectively decapitating him.

He was about to extend his hand to save the nurse, but that's when he saw the ankle bite. He hesitated, unsure if he could help her. Out of fear of being bitten and him being turned into one of those things, he retracted his hand, grabbed a med-kit and left the room, closing the door behind him. He wanted to help, but she was bitten. She couldn't be saved (this will shape his mentality on later). He didn't know her well enough, since she was newer than the one who had moved away recently, but she was still human. His thoughts bounced back and forth whether he should leave her or not. She was bitten, and he witnessed one of the kids, who had been bitten, fighting his staff and taking a bite out of them. She might as well be them. He looked back at the door, seeing the nurse through the window. He winced at his own decision and left her.

He should've killed her, too, but he couldn't. He couldn't harm a female. He was too nice. The fact that he was killing those young boys like they were just animals scared him. Was he like that now? Just an animal? Defending himself and trying to survive rather than help for the betterment of others? It would be better if she had died, but he just couldn't. He ran off toward the cafeteria to see more of them. He sighed, taking a moment to open the med-kit, hiding behind a corner. He found a bandage roll and he began to quickly, albeit roughly and painfully, take out the shards of glass cutting into his knuckles. The adrenaline surge made him unable to feel such a thing, but now that he was paying attention to it, it began to hurt and ache and burn. The adrenaline coursing through him also caused his hands to shake violently, making cuts into his hand and knuckles. He wrapped the bandage around his hand, unsure of what else to do with his wound, or even knowing if he had enough time to properly dress his wound. He took the med-kit, closed it, and clipped his carabiner key ring that was attached to his belt loop to the handle of the med-kit.

He charged into the cafeteria, unsure of what to do, but swing at the closest crazy man in front of him. There was one of them without a jaw. Gross, thought Viktor, but he just saw one of those things tear out the entrails of a person. He slammed the now bloody ax into the creature's head, missing. He tried again, hoping it doesn't whirl around. This time, he hit the shoulder of the thing and it got stuck. He kicked the creature off of the ax, not wary of where he was sending the creature.

 

[Ry_Burst]

Chaos was quick to erupt throughout the cafeteria and many students fled the scene. And then to further on with the chaos, bloodied people stumbled into the room moving awkwardly. Things seemed to be allying into insanity, and Jason was in the middle of it.

Jason stood still, with his eyes glazed as scenes began to unfold around him. However he was snapped into the here and now, when a jawless bloodied man stumbled towards his sister who was huddled in a ball with her eyes squeezed shut. Jason immediately shoulder checked the thing, only to see an axe jammed into it’s opposite shoulder. It staggered back, and Jason grabbed his sister’s hand, pulling her up.

“Any idea what’s going on?” Jason was quick to announce his question when he saw two others who were a bit off from where he was. While he stomach seemed to be doing knots and his sister clutched tightly onto his arm, his mind quickly shifted to a survivor mindset. Find the problem, formulate a plan, escape using instinct. However this was all covering up the worried thought inside his head. Whould he die? What about the rest of his family? Is this all just a dream? Or maybe he was just dead already? The survivor mindset was to musk his worries and fears until he was safe.

 

[_obsequious]

Nora had panicked and fled to the cafeteria at the first sight of a walker. It was a young boy, probably a freshman, with sickly pale skin and his jaw gaped open, revealing pink gums that were fading to black, so she ran, her heart rate rising, until she’d made it to the cafeteria. Maybe not the best idea, considering how there was staff in there that could potentially be infected, but she was stricken with fear and just let her instincts take her. She’d found herself in the kitchen clutching a small, rather dull knife.
Holy shit- we’re so dead, I’m so dead- this cannot be happening- fuck-
A low groan interrupted her thoughts, and she swung her head around to see a girl, hobbling towards her. Arms limp at her side, her left leg dragging behind her.
Nora, as any sane person, did not want to kill someone. But she didn’t seem like a person anymore.
“S-stay back-“ Nora croaked feebly, although in the back of her mind she knew the creature wouldn’t understand her. It pursued the young woman as she backed up. She repeated herself. The creature quickened it’s pace, finally lunging for her.
Cold- frigid, even- hands on her forearm sent Nora a jolt of realization.
She could die right here. Without her family knowing, worrying them until they got the news. And, oh god, her dog.
So, naturally, for the sake of her family (and her dog), the girl sunk her knife into the face- not the neck, not the shoulder, not the stomach- dead in the forehead. Repeatedly. By the time the creature crumpled to the ground she was crying, but she couldn’t blame herself. She’d just been attacked, and then killed something.
She heard a gunshot, which snapped her out of her thoughts, and then the cafeteria doors burst open. She heard more groans, and peeked out from her spot to see another human. Definitely human, fighting off the walkers. He had an axe and was swinging it rather blindly.
Into a walker’s head went the axe blade, and towards Nora went the walker after the guy- the definite human- kicked it away. Instinctively, she drove her knife into shoulder and it fell to the ground.
Nora looked up at the guy, her chest heaving, her pupils dilated. She looked horrified.
“Hi,” she said dryly.

 

[N E G A N]

Whitley shot down the last crazy in the cafeteria with a bullet to the brain. From the three he'd successfully killed, it seemed as though head shots would finish them off. His aim wasn't perfect, but he wasn't terribly bad. With the cafeteria free of those things, he looked towards the open door where they'd come in at, and saw more approaching. A lot more. More than he had ammo for, that was for sure.
With a bullet left, and an army about to storm in, Whitley quickly looked about, trying to find something to... aha.
He remembered several pipes and bars and whatnot in the back of the cafeteria, for purposes he hadn't cared about, but was glad they were still there. He dashed over, grabbing a foot long pipe, and running back to the door, closing the left one, then the right... but as soon as the right was about to slam shut, he felt bodies collide with it, forcing it to remain open by a crack. He strained to close the door, but there was too much opposing force. The left door started to rattle and shake, getting ready to fly open. Once those things get through, it's all over. He glanced back, and noticed Viktor. He was easily the largest person as far as Whitley could see, and called out to him. "Hey! Help me out over here!"

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Poppy was shaking violently as she sat, frozen on the ground, staring at the corpses of the two boys, barely noticing the throbbing pain in her ankle. She couldn't think straight, and barely noticed someone entering.
"Oh, shit..." Michael took a step back upon seeing the bloody mess on the floor in the Nurses Office. He flinched away from it, covering his mouth. He'd seen some crazy shit, but this took the cake... Oh God, he would never be able to think about cake in the same way again now...
Letting out a shaky breath, he looked to Nurse Carter, who sat with her back to a cabinet, staring at the mess. He also noticed the gaping hole in her ankle streaming out blood. "Nurse Carter!" He yelled, getting onto his knees, trying to grab her attention. She slowly turned to him, her face pale, her eyes distant. She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. Michael gulped, before standing back up. She wouldn't be any help in this state, and he needed to treat his own injury.
Opening the medical cabinet, he immediately found a roll of cloth. Looking back at Nurse Carter, he noticed she'd closed her eyes. He looked back at the roll as he slipped off his shirt, and grabbed the roll, beginning to unravel it around his shoulder and under his armpit, covering an angry red bite mark.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Viktor heard someone yelling at him. He whirled around after taking special precautions to make sure there were no crazy people around him. He saw the guy from before trying to close the doors against an incoming horde. He remembered that this was the guy who had left him, as he was struggling to close the other door. He thought about not helping him, just to spite him, but he then realized that everyone would suffer from his action, so he chose to help.

He ran quickly, dodging between the screaming children and falling crazy people, just in time to slam the door shut with his full body weight, probably knocking back a few of those strange people. He held firm, keeping his body weight pressed against the door, while he let Whitley try to lock it. He yelled "Now!" at him, not wanting him to waste precious moments of their time. He could feel the bodies through the door, how they scratched and scrambled against the smooth metal of the protection they had for the time being. If only Whitley could hurry up with his strange locking idea, they would be golden.

 

[N E G A N]

Shoving the pipe through the door handles, Whitley used as much strength as he could to bend it just enough to curl a bit around the handles, before taking a step back. "There..." He sighed. "It's done..." He found himself shaking uncontrollably, realizing that what he'd seen was beyond normal. He let out a shaky breath, before looking around the cafeteria. Students huddled in the corners of the room, staring at the multiple bodies lingering on the floor, whispering to each other. Most were crying. Shaking his head, Whitley looked back at Viktor. "Thanks..." With that, he turned and made his way out of the cafeteria. He'd need to lock all other entrances.
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Michael started to make his way to the door, when a slight rustling took place behind him. He'd already bandaged the bite, and put his shirt back on by this time. Turning, he looked back at Nurse Carter, watching her begin to move oh so slowly, twitching her hands, letting out the tiniest groan. Deciding he didn't want to be found at this mess, he turned and quickly made his way out of the Nurses Office, heading back to the cafeteria, ignoring the school Officer, Whitley, racing by.

 

[Merciless Medic]

Viktor, glad that the door had been locked, stopped putting so much force being the door. It held up quite well, but there was bowing. If there were twice as much pressure, the door would snap in half. At least this door was industrial grade, so it'd be tougher than that. He looked around for more of those walking creatures, holding his ax firmly in his hands. He had remembered seeing someone kill his target just before he made his way to the doors, to which he saw a girl holding a knife. She looked like the one who had done it, so he approached her, looking around for anymore of those things.

"Privet. How arrre you holding up? You hurrrt?" his thick accent made his speech sound like he was holding the r's for a little longer than most accents, everything almost seemed slurred with hardly any enunciation in the wording except for the harsh sounding consonants. Hopefully, she understood him, as he found out that people in America don't know what a Russian accent sounded like.

Something grabbed his attention, as there were other kids who had been bitten. They seemed fine for now, but he didn't want them to attack them at some inopportune time. He held up his finger toward the girl before looking around for another staff member. He saw none. He shouldn't take this into his own hands, but he felt like he had to. Of course, he had to find someone to tell them about the thing he saw. He decided to tell the girl, who had left hanging. He turned back to her, retracting his finger for hold, and spoke to her about his experience.

"Therrre vas child, who had gotten bit by those things. He vas in nurrrse's office, getting worrrse, and I saw him attack his own frrriends. Ve can't trrrust anyvone who gets bitten. They vill attack us, too." He turned to the other people who were nursing their bite wounds, the wounds stinging and burning like someone angered a wasp and fire ants nest and they all huddled around in one circle. He hoped he could understand her.