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Cass shook her head and snapped up from her daze, resuming to flip through her textbook a bit. She looked to Candace when she spoke up about the books;

"Well you know what? Right now they are out there catching up on their soaps. So if we're not in immediate danger we might as well see if there is anything we can glean from the information we've been given. We don't have an adult to ask, and if we have what we need to survive right here with us, then we should use it and stop letting those things hunt us!"

She flipped a few more pages, frowned a bit, then flipped a few more.

She looked up at Hanna and shook her head. Cassandra paused after a minute.

"How about some of us watch the door, and others of us each take a certain range of numbers in the book each and flip through it? It'll be easier than all of us re-reading the same sections at the same time to not get the information that isn't there?" she paused, crinkling her nose. "That makes sense, right?"

She hoped it did and that her wording wasn't flawed. The logic was there, really!

Knowledge -and- teamwork!

Cassandra knew they wouldn't survive this without thinking like a group.

Any sour grapes were quashed by the pounding at the door. The glares in his direction went unnoticed as gazes inevitably shifted toward a matter more pressing than his lack of a positive attitude. Scott raised his bat, uneasy about having to put his faith in a pair of hinges. He sincerely doubted the quality of craftsmanship on an island whose denizens couldn’t prevent themselves from turning into flesh feeding sins against nature. Something about an insatiable hunger for flesh and blood failed to inspire confidence.

As the dust settled, the sigh of relief remained inside Scott’s lungs. The tip of his bat hit the floor as he shifted his weight against the weapon, allowing his entire body to sag for a moment. The feeling of giving up beneath all that weight – the monsters outside, the possibility of dying in a room full of strangers, the prospect that this would be his life even if he did survive – was immensely satisfying. He could only imagine the building’s walls felt the same way, wanting to crumble beneath all those battering limbs.

When Scott looked up, he was met with Cassandra and Marcus kissing. The sight filled him with more despair than even that of an entire horde bearing down on him. “Really?” His tone was not sickened, or incredulous. Merely sad. “Are we really at the point where we don’t want to die as virgins?” He looked to Candace, who seemed intent on fighting the monsters with nothing more than piss, vinegar, and a can-do spirit. He found the sentiment admirable, if not entirely plausible.

But the fact of the matter was that they had nothing else to face their situation with. Even as the romantic couple quelled their urges with their textbooks, Scott doubted how helpful they’d prove. He wouldn’t at all be surprised if their “manuals” just turned out to be copies of Unlocking Your Potential for Greatness or Five Simple Steps to Emotional Healing or some other such self-help nonsense. He didn’t exactly trust the provisions provided by an institution that had sent him out to die. Twice.

“Two minutes, sure,” he said, echoing Hanna but looking at Candace. Scott wasn’t a big fan of sports. He did not believe in the power of comebacks. He had only ever had a passion for chess, a game where victory was deigned by a player’s opening moves. Any reversals of fortune were usually a result of an opponent’s oversight. “That should be more than enough time to ********.”

When Ennea had recovered somewhat with help from Madison and Davey, Jordan gave her shoulder a quick squeeze in return and released her. She was looking considerably better, enough so that she looked able to stand on her own now.

Suddenly, there was a bat being held out to him - Hanna, that was her name. He nodded gratefully, accepting it, and dug the gun out of his pack, handing it to her in return. "Use it in good health," he said, half a smile quirking the corner of his mouth.

... He took one brief, disbelieving glance at the two who'd decided that this was a good time to make out. Well, adrenaline running high, he supposed. It could make people do weird things.

He listened to Robert's outburst, Candace's speech, Hanna's answer, mulling over their responses to the situation. Two more minutes, huh? "Those of us who are still in good shape should take the front," he spoke up. Davey's point, and a good one, but it hadn't been spoken loudly enough to reach the rest of the room. "If we can break out, we should keep the injured in the center of the group; I say we should go for the entry point, where we landed." He paused briefly, considering his words. "Candace is right. This is a test. But I'm guessing that the pass condition for this one is survival. We're not equipped to take those things on - and maybe that's the point. Use what we have, and don't die. It's not failing if we get away. If we get away, we'll have the time to heal up, prepare adequately, and take those things on on OUR terms when we're ready." He looked to Robert. "We might not be the predators here, but we're sure as hell not prey. Prey runs blindly without thinking. We've got brains, and we can work together."

His hand stung. He looked down to find that his grip had tightened on the bat, enough that his nails were digging into his palm. He made himself relax. "I'm scared," he admitted. "But I'm not going to let that stop me from doing something about it."

Marcus didn't look up from his reading. "You know." He said out loud to those in the room. "A door isn't the ONLY way monsters and zombies have been shown to get into old abandoned buildings. Haven't you seen the ones where they bust through the walls? Sure the door is easiest, but-" Life could imitated B-movie related art. It really could, and Marcus was now officially wanting to shoot every horror movie director ever because god ******** damn it this was like a b-rated horror film and he did not like it.
|Slamming the manual shut, he shoved it back into the bag. "********!" Marcus did not like surprises. So when he grabbed his weapon he reacted with blind instinct.





He attacked.


((HP: 11-5= 6 LOL
Turn one: Attacked for 3 damage))

((FORGOT TO ROLL))

Cass was broken from la-la land immediately. s**t! She nearly tripped over Marcus when she backed up, looking up at the man. Her eyes went wide as she looked back at the thing in the middle of the room.

"Okay, maybe the soaps got cancelled." she said quickly, humor regained in the same manner she'd been amused by earlier. It probably helped that she had her gun again (she wasn't sure how it had reloaded), checking it in her hands before she took a look around the room to see how everybody else was responding to the sudden CREATURE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ROOM.

She then looked to Marcus again, just for him to have just attacked the thing.

"Hey!" she said, though part of her immediately realized that she had bandages and needed to use them, her brain was already doing its hyperdrive thing.

Cass fired, REALLY HOPING she didn't miss and hit someone else.

Cass's HP: 12 - 5 = 7
Cass's Weapon of Choice: Gun! Pew pew pew! (Nobody said she was thinking about the space she was in)
Damage Done: MISS

The boxer had to turn away from the two that were making out like it was some sort of romance horror movie. In front to everyone present, he really did have to avert his eyes from the two before they decided to go any further.

Leon was fiddling with the bandages while listening with half an ear to Marcus and his paranoia. "Yeah yeah yeah focus on the d-" True to cinema plotlines, something just had to go wrong and give this real life movie more of a plot twist. "You just had to say it didn't you?" he snarled out before grabbing the bat from hit pack and charging at the surprise enemy. "You might of well have said What else can go Wrong!?"

(Hp: 15-5 = 10
Attacking With: Bat
Strike #1: Struck for 4 Damage)