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Becca felt a bit unnerved when Corey had looked over at her. What was he, a senior? She didn't dwell on it long, though. Probably too quickly, two girls had joined up with their group. Out of the two, she was probably more scared of the one with all the tattoos. She also seemed a little old to still be in high school. But that didn't really matter now. As long as they weren't infected, anyone would be welcome company.

When the topic of weapons was brought up, she almost began to panic. There was finally a drawback to being a pacifist. They were facing what was most likely the end of all humanity as they knew it, and she had nothing to protect herself with. Wait, now was definitely not the time to be freaking out. She had to think about what else she might have. She had pencils, they were sharp, and she had a good amount of them, but they probably wouldn't do much. There were textbooks, if Becca anywhere near brave enough to be within a five-foot radius of those 'things', she could probably gain enough momentum to knock of a head or something. Holy Einstein, she was actually thinking of decapitation!

There was a chance she had something else, but the odds were against her for actually having it. Despite the improbabilities, she closed up the textbook she had been writing in, put her pencil behind her ear, and cautiously unfurled herself from the corner to remove her pack from her back. Hastily and with little hope, she rummaged through the contents. Pencils, textbooks, more pencils...Aha! With her left hand, she pulled out what looked to be a handhled shovel with a very pointed end. Out of all the times she had accidentally brought her gardening trowel to school, this was most fortunate.

The sudden thump on the door shook through Becca's system, causing her to jump up and plaster herself against the wall. Biting back a yelp of fear as her heart began to race. Oh Darwin, why did this have to happen to her? Shakily, she held onto the trowel with both hands and held it out in front of her. If that...thing got in here - she really didn't have the heart to call it human - she at least wanted to make some form of effort to stay alive.

To say that Becca freaked out when something banged against the wall, practically right behind her, would be a vast understatement. A horrible noise that sounded like a mix between a shreik and a gasp escaped her lips, her hands clasped aganist her chest as if afraid her heart had stopped beating, eyes wide in shock. Without thinking, she snatched up her backpack and dived behind a chair a lot closer to where the others in the group were standing. Her left hand, which was now holding the trowel alone and aimed towards the origin of the banging, was shaking badly. Normally, she would criticize herself for overreacting and quietly apologize to anyone nearby. But they were barricaded in a room, hiding from suddenly cannibalistic peers. Her actions were highly justified.

It took a minute or two of deep breathing for her to calm down. She began to think logically instead of instinctually once more, which brought up something odd about the banging. Those 'things' that wanted to eat them weren't nearly neurologically organized enough to produce any sort of rhythm. Despite the fact that they used to be human as well.

"Was..was it just me...Or did that sound sort of familiar?" Becca asked aloud, hoping that for once she wasn't the only one thinking that.

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*groan groan* ... God damn it!

Swiftly turning with his crowbar raised when the hand scraped down the window, Corey backed away from it slowly, trying to keep his eyes focused straight ahead.
"Dave calm down... Shouting will only attract more." He said slowly and if anything slightly maliciously, Dave was starting to grate on his not normally well held nerves. and in this situation it would be even harder to resist the temptation to pummel the b*****d. His words only just surfaced over the groans and scrapes at the entrance, and only serious exit to the room... They were effectively trapped, he knew it, and he was sure everyone else knew it too. Getting out now would involve some violence. The banging coming from the wall only made him all the more edgy but it seemed he wasn't the most unnerved.
Diverting his attention from the locked door for a moment Corey looked over at Becca
"Hey..." He said placing his hand on her shoulder as a reassuring gesture
"Calm down, the wall's nothing to worry about. It's solid concrete. That door on the other hand isn't and wont hold out forever, and it's out only way out..." The beats on the wall hadn't even registered with Corey, he didn't know the schools song. What he did know though was that Becca's trowel didn't have nearly enough reach to keep her safe, and the last thing he wanted was to see another pretty girl go down to those ******** eating his classmates...
"Right, plans... We need to get the ******** out that door. There's not a chance in hell I can see us pulling through if we say in this room... Wait, recognise what?"

Becca glanced up at Corey from over her glasses, the slightest bit of disbelief in her features. "I..I'm fine, it just startled me a bit...That's all." She murmured in response, attempting to shrug his hand off of her shoulder without seeming ungrateful. What the hell had changed in the last 24 hours that suddenly made her seem so noticable?! Sure, they were forcibly being kept together by circumstances beyond their control, but that never stopped her peers from forgetting about her existence in similar, non-life-threatening situations. Normalcy just didn't seem to be on the agenda for today, with a flesh-eating whatever-it-was outside the door and whatnot.

"The uh...beating that was coming from the wall...It had a..um, rhythm to it...?" She stated, trying to speak up so most of the others could hear her. "What..Whatever is a-affecting...Them, out there..appears to have interfered with com..complex brain functions. Most of Their a-actions seem pure..purely instinctual. This fact b..brings the probability of one of Them to s-start pounding out Park's Alma Mater-uh, that means the sc-school song..to be highly unlikely." She paused to take in a gulp of air. "In...In other words, whatever is in..in the other r-room might still be alive."

Knowing that the wall was concrete didn't stop Becca from shivering a bit as she cautiously stepped back towards it. All scientific hypotheses had to be tested, and this was certainly no different. Using the trowel, she hit it against the wall -though not very roughly- to attempt to mimic the notes of music she thought she heard; although the trowel made more of a 'twang' noise than a 'thump'. Hopefully, she would get some proof that her line of thinking was correct.

Jamie Richardson

Taking a deep, quiet breath, Jamie listened to the tapping that was definitely human. Well, either it was human or they were all screwed. Intelligent flesh eating humanoids? Whole different ball game. Chills crawled up and down her spine.

"We can't leave them out there....so how about this." she got a firm grip on her broken broom. "Someone open the door and....Becca...and I will stab the thing. Everyone else stand back and watch, ready to back us up." she was talking fast but clearly. "Or take on any others if there are more. We pick up the other kid...then find a van or something. Whatever we decide, it can't hurt to have wheels. Then I think we need to find some other supplies. Guns if we can. I'm thinking hardware supply store."

Grocery store could be a good idea, but thinking of the amount of shoppers likely to be in a big store like that at any given time...it didn't sound good. No, they would be better to hit a convenience store at a gas station. They would need gas anyway.

She seemed calm but if you were very perceptive, you could see a tenseness in her that wasn't there previously. She wasn't afraid of dying, she told herself, but she didn't want to go out like this.

"What do we think?" her voice cracked a little when she spoke.

Ewan Sheilds
Game plan

That feeling of doubt over what to do next, the one that he always seemed to have, washed away in the suggestions from the others. It seemed that Dave had done the same. "I'll open the door. Ewan, Jamie, You two try and spear it on the poles. I'll smack it one with my bat. Corey, you find out next door. Becca, Hazel, stand back. I don't want to lose anyone here. Either we all leave together, or not at all. You guys ready? As Dave was speaking, Ewan looked as best he could through the small window at the top of the door, He could just about see the top of It's head, which was covered in blond hair, but that was all he could make out. Stepping back, he aimed his pole at about chest height, wanting to definetly hit It when it came through the door. "Let's do this. Corey, you go, we'll handle this."

After waiting for a minute for everyont to prepair, and for Corey to get onto the ledge, Dave pushed the handle of the door down and let the door hang slightly open. With a smooth movement, he pulled it open and slid behind it, letting It through. As it lurched through the door, Ewan pushed with all his might, meeting far less resistance than he had expected, stabbing It through the shoulder and a small way into the door behind it. Seemingly unphased, It slid down the pole at Ewan, gnashing teeth and grasping it him as it did.

"If you don't shut up, I'll get out the duct tape."