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Kammy didn't mind what time of day she got up, but this was when she had adequate amounts of sleep. Now she found it way too early to be shouting, flinching at the volume of Corey's voice as their leader explained to the group what the box was for. Her attention then shifted towards the shambled remains of their university, and the few people that were left. Most appeared just as disheveled and sleep deprived as she did.

Even after a month, she was not used to living like this, trying to find food for herself and not having access to anything remotely electrical. Sure, she kept her mouth shut about her feelings because it was pretty superficial and stupid, but she was majoring in IT for crying out loud. Computers were her life, and the thought of never being able to use anything like that again was making her (almost) more depressed the the idea of not being fed today. Plus it made her feel worse knowing she had no other skills she felt could assist others or herself, making her pretty useless.

She sighed dejectedly as the rest of the students formed lines to collect their jerseys, and she waited patiently until it was her time to pick one. "I'll take number 32" she replied to Charlie, resisting the urge to ask about how much power they had left and if she could charge her laptop somewhere. It would be a useless question, considering it had long been stolen, and there was no wifi available anyway.

[ Dorms ]-Rinko
Being a regular night owl, getting up so early is hard for Rinko, even after a month of early wakings. Even today, awoken from her nightmares so much earlier than usual. She groggily trial behind her not-so-new roommate & her friends to the exit ladder, though the crowd before the ladder force them to halt. Curiosity force Rinko to wiggle her way to the front of the crowd for a look at the cause of the stoppage, the 3 leaders. Corey looks like she might collapse soon. Ouch.

After the scare from Corey & her announcement, Rinko shuffle forward to retrieve her favorite number 16 before someone else claims it, turning to Caroline to get it recorded. "Rinko Emiya, Jersey number 16" At least it's blue, another favorite. This new numbering system of theirs will help her very much in remembering who's who. Damn her faulty memory when it comes to hard-to-remember names.

[ Exit ]

[DORMS]
It had not been a very fun time for Anya. She was not meant for rough times: while she may have loved hiking, it had not prepared her for the rough life of trying to survive a zombie infection! But she wasn't alone at least... that would have been worse!

"Anya number 2." She said as she signed up with Charlie. She looked around for a group: none of her friends lived no campus and she hadn't seen them at all since the infection... but if she wanted to survive she needed a group. Needed to have someone who could fight too sinc she wasn't so sure she would be much use there...

Standing there with his piece of dirty paper and pencil on the clipboard he waited for people to start to approach. He kept finding himself looking down at the Jersey box, remembering the people who actually used to fill those numbers on their team. As the once-Mascot he actually grew to know those people, so he found himself just a tad bit cranky at the situation. Oh he understood and agree'd with the idea, but that didn't mean he had to like it. It took a brief moment longer but eventually the others seemed to process the situation as well and come forward. The first two who approached him earned a look from him. He was pretty certain they said just take one, not to ask for a specific number. All the same he decided not to back down from the challenge. Charlie couldn't stop the sigh though as he mumbled grumpily and dug around in the box seeking the requested jerseys. Successfully finding the numbers requested, he tossed #7 at Harper and #21 at Lucy. "Special delivery." He muttered and settled in once more, making a note of the newest Jersey that had been claimed. He wasn't surprised when the older gentleman spoke up next and didn't seem pleased. Frederich was probably used to arguing as the once-Law-Professor after all. "Yes, Frederich, you have to wear them." Charlie added just as much force of personality behind his words as the Professor had, in a slightly Mocking tone. They had been together for a month now, and even then some people seemed to feel the need to grumble and gripe. To be fair, Charlie was one of those people too.

Dylan earned a nod as he called out his number, scribbling down his name on the paper at the same time. Rorrow was the newest victim of his blink-less stare as the question rang out, even with the correction that soon followed. He paused briefly before responding. "Unless Corey here see's to it that her little threat over my number comes true, i believe i will still be number 13 for a while." As for teaming up, Charlie didn't answer that question, and instead gave Harper a nod once more. Twice actually, one towards the number called out and a second towards the 'see you later' bit. Hitsuzen, Kammy, and a few others earned quick nods as they too came up and called out numbers. "Jane, you're late." He randomly piped in as another came and claimed their shirt. He chose to ignore the fact that he too would have been late had the other two leaders given in to his morning grumbles.

One would wonder if he was actually writing names or crankily chicken-scratching all over his sheet, hmm. Kelly and Anya were the last few to come forward and claim their Jerseys for now, they like many others also received a nod as he scribbled their name down.

Or so he thought. Not bothering to censor the glare he was tossing towards the latest person, he involuntarily found himself taking a step backwards away from the antics of Rook. True to his name-sake, Charlie had come to see Rook as the type to plow forward in all things and not look back. "Go away Castle, before i turn you into a pawn." Rook also seemed to love making little nicknames, something Charlie decided was best to toss back at him as much as possible.

[ DORMS ]

There was a visible frown on his face, but it was clear to anyone who actually knew Rook, that he was merely feigning being hurt.

"I would tell you to get off your high horse, but you already are one." His smile was back in full force as he reached again. "Come now, Charlie. What happened to your school spirit? Don't tell me you've lost it." To be fair, he wasn't sure he had any to begin with. How the grouch of a unicorn ever became the mascot of their cherished university was beyond him. It probably involved losing a bet.

[ DORMS ]

Liam was not a morning person. He hadn't been a morning person in school. He hadn't been one after graduation, and being stuck on a college campus he hadn't even attended one month into the apparent zombie apocalypse had not changed things significantly. He wasn't at his best in the mornings, running more on auto-pilot than actual coherent thought. Today was no different, at least until he hit the road block baring the exit. "What's going on?"

An answer came a moment later as their appointed leader called for attention. Literally calling. It was loud enough to make the brunette flinch, eyes snapping from left to right as he trained his hearing for any sound of something other. Settling only after the silence stretched on unbroken for a long moment.

On the plus side, he was awake now.

The jerseys were brought out, explained, and after Corey and the other two had said their fill Liam had moved forward to take a place in line, waiting for his turn to pull a shirt from the box.

It was too hard to resist taking a momnt to dig through the remaining numbers, and when he found 22 he had to smile as he pulled it from from the rest and headed over to Charlie so the mascot could log it. "I've got 22." It was his old soccer number, and soccer was what Liam had done best. He was going to take this as a sign of good fortune.

As Kammy exited the jersey room she would hear something go off in the distance. It sounded like a series of dull taps and then a strange scraping noise coming from the abandoned public washrooms. It seemed nobody else had noticed.

[Dorms]

Coming into the main area after her light jog around the gym, Matilda stood patiently as the rest of her group began crowding around her for what looked to be more than just a simple roll call.

She tried not to let the leader's loud voice bother her. She could very well be signaling the infected and undying that there was active life to be had here! She gave silent thanks that the rest of the congregation was smart enough to reply with silence like herself.

It seemed the big announcement was the acquisition of a box of jerseys. In retrospect, it seemed fairly smart. They could keep track easily, they could identify quickly, and it gave everyone a sense of camaraderie.

Waiting for her name to be called, she approached the box and took the number on top. "Number four, I suppose," she called out softly to Charles, trying to keep her voice from carrying too far, lest she create more noise to draw unwanted attention.

Walking away, she glanced at the garment. It wasn't pretty, but it was clothing. Beggars couldn't be choosers, and she certainly wasn't about to complain over free clothes.