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Mackenzie tried not to feel bad about things that happened. She usually took the 'always look on the bright side of life' approach, the 'when life gives you lemons, stuff 'em in your bra -- couldn't hurt, might help' approach, etc. She loved to laugh, loud and long and clear, and usually it was life she was laughing at. This time, however, Micky felt a little horrified. No, more than a little horrified. Not only because Andeon looked upset (although really, she didn't like making people upset... and they had kinda started actually getting along...) but also because she had just puked. She never puked because of 'the drink!' She was ashamed! (not really)

Offering a weak smile, she tried to look scolding, failing absolutely miserably. "Who's the b***h?" she replied, eying his Megatron boxers. The kiss, however, shut her up pretty quickly, and ended any snappy comebacks she could try to come up with. It was innocent enough (especially with how the had made out, back in that one room...) and yet if Mack would ever have blushed (she didn't blush.) this would be one of those times. Instead, she blinked a little at him, tsking.

"I'm fine. I'll stay up... you guys are the ones who look a little wild-eyed."

At the slamming at the door, the already-jittery Mack jumped, scrambling a little for her bat, and she too breathed a sigh of relief, eying for the green-haired girl. The knock at the door was received quite a bit better, and she got up, giving Andeon a 'See? I'm fine now that I've thrown up on your feet' look before going to the door, opening it, bat raised just in case. No chances.

"What color is your skin? Don't lie, we'll know."

-He jerked back abruptly as Mac suddenly jerked herself, strange projectile escaping from her and he STARED, as if he'd never seen vomit before.. waiting for it eat through Andeon's legs like acid. But it didn't and as she righted herself and apologized the wheels slowly turned. Just a stomach ache. Whether it be fear or liquor he didn't know.

When Andeon requested, he shifted in his step, nodding lightly. Of course. No offense to Mack at all, but the two boys were probably the best line of defense at the moment. Even if Lucas was you know... a tad bit jumpy at the moment, likely to swing at a fellow survivor or two if they snuck up too abruptly. But it made sense to him that they take the first shift.. especially since it seemed like so much activity was coming through the door currently.

Another girl, and then a seemingly feminine voice. He liked that. It comforted him somewhere deep inside as he watched Mack and the door tentatively. He'd never been one for sausage fests unless he absolutely HAD to be there. Stepping near, he lifted his 'bat' once more.- "Go ahead and open it. I'll smack it's ******** head off if it's green. Even if there are a few, we should be able to keep them back."

Jess had had no other option but to follow, at a discreet distance, Kirin. It had seemed to logical thing for her to do given that most of the people she'd known around the school were zombies now. Sighing, she tugged her towel a little more tightly around her shoulders. Of all the nights to wear only her underwear instead of actual pajamas to bed... Shaking her head, she edged up a little more closely to where the other girl stood talking to whomever was holed up in the classroom.

Limping a little more quickly, she closed the distance and smiled apologetically at Kirin. Raising her own smoke roughened voice, she added, "If there's room for another, I'd really like to come in and get the hell off my ankle, please."

Nihls digested the information he had received as a few other survivors from the fire joined the growing ranks of the team, clutching Bartholomew like a shield until the cat gave a patient sound indicating Thats lovely but you're crushing me, until Nihls relaxed his grip and gently put the poor animal down, hugging his arms around himself instead.
They couldn't leave campus? The teachers were gone?? People were trying to -eat- each other???
Oh god he was going to die. Perhaps not immediately but it seemed inevitable. His vision had always been annoying but now it seemed like a fatal handicap.
"...Bartholomew can help..." He offered quietly, indicating the cat who was now twined around his ankles. "...He doesn't seem to like...uh. The other people, the ones who've changed I guess..." He ran his fingers anxiously though his hair, and then went back to rubbing his arms, although the only chill he felt was out of a growing horror, and a desire to disbelieve the idea that they were in so much danger.
But there was so much going on... people that looked and acted wrong, the lack of fire trucks... Bartholomew's behavior....

Oh and mostly naked people, which made him do a double take as this last bit of relevant information trickled into his sleep deprived brain, and initiated an impressive beet red blush at the young women in ways that even vomit on the floor could not inspire.
"I... I... I..." He started, trying to un-short-circuit his thoughts. "...M-maybe we should see if we c-can find some things that aren't burnt f-for people to wear. While it's still light..." He averted his eyes as best as possible, since they made an rather unique sort of zombie-defense crowd, all wearing their sleep wear... or... lack thereof. "Ican'tseeinthedark." He added in a rush. It had dawned on him eventually that, although he tended to assume it was well known... not everyone was aware of that important little detail. Sue didn't appear to have been.
Would they kick him back out as a result? Ohgod... I hoped not, but what if they did?

For a moment, Evie was entirely unresponsive to any sort of instructions, and she stared at Andeon with a dumbfounded look, her encyclopedia still raised high. However, she slowly came to her senses, lowering her weapon and half-jogging inside, allowing the door to slip behind her. Her yellow eyes took a quick survey of the haphazard survivors, and wordlessly she nodded, even though she was still somewhat shaking from the whole traumatic experience. She wanted nothing more than to sit down and relax, but her nerves wouldn't let her. If the zombies came with her guard down, she would be lunch. She couldn't have that. No. That would not do at all.

She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard voices outside of the classroom, one of them vaguely familiar, though in her frantic state of mind she couldn't quite place where. When she saw bright orange hair, however, she recognized Kirin with a sigh of relief, somewhat glad to at least know someone in the rag-tag group. She looked past to the girl behind him in less-than favorable conditions, then looked down to her own uniform--soiled by soot, tattered, definitely more than gently used, but her jacket was still mostly intact, and it was cold outside. Setting down her encyclopedia reluctantly on one of the desks, Evie fumbled with what remained of her star-shaped buttons, holding it out for the poor girl as if she were still scared to touch other people.

"Here, you'll need this, it's cold outside," Evie murmured in a quivering voice. What sort of times were these, when Evie was even afraid to speak? Of the group, she felt the most shaken by these events, though her lack of a video-game-created desensitivity was the likely cause. Evie never played video games. She was always too busy practicing and being fabulous in some sort or another. However, a small part of her now wished that she'd at least tried that Nazi Zombie level of whatever Zachary had tried to make her play over the summer. Maybe then she would have had a better sense of how to carry herself, other than perpetual spazz-mode.

Finally they were allowed in. Kirin nodded a greeting to his fellow survivors, not recognising most of them except for Evie and Andeon. Quickly moving away from the door, he took up a position near Jess with his back to the wall. Seemed like this group had some makeshift weapons already, so they could guard the door just fine, from Kirin's perspective.

"Stop playing with it," he snapped at Jess, noticing her rubbing her broken ankle. "Does it need rewrapping?"

Despite his icy manner, it seemed Kirin had decided Jess was tolerable enough to warrant his help. The chick had balls, jumping from the second story.

He looked up when one of the boys mentioned finding more clothes while it was light. Dear god, people with intelligence? This mini apocalypse was finally developing a silver lining. "I agree. I don't think what most of us are wearing is going to keep us warm once night comes. I wouldn't put it past whoever set all this up to have cut the heating, too."

Most of the clothing would have been in the dorms, and now char and ash. However, there were other ways of keeping warm... "The infirmary had several blankets, didn't it?" Kirin asked. He hadn't had to visit often, but he was sure there had been a few there on a rare stay. "Medical supplies couldn't hurt either. Or crutches, if they had them." He glanced at Jess.

But Kirin was a newcomer, and not particularly well-liked at the best of times. So he shrugged and added, "Just an idea for whoever's in charge."

Glancing up at Kirin, Jess managed a faint, wavering smile. Quickly she shook her head and answered.

"DOn't know if it does or not. Just really sore and kind of throbbing."

However, obiedient to the snapped command, she stopped rubbing her ankle and glanced around the room. Makeshift weapons, but not much in the way or food or water and basic first aid. Then, hearing the other boy's words, what was his name again? Nihls?, she found herself smiling again. Only, this time, there was a hint of grim-ness and a sense of looking forward to visiting some much deserved retribution to whomever had done this to them.

"Nurses' office will have blankets and possibly some of those quick dry splints. Rubbing alcohol and bandages can be turned into firebombs or torches. If I may be bold, I would also suggest grabbing every fire extinguisher you might find in the classrooms. They're heavy enough to be useful weapons and the extinguisher jet might slow down or distract our.. ah.. hunters."

She shrugged carelessly, wincing slightly as the cardigan snagged against some of her scabs.