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[ Washroom ]

At least the second kick actually connected with a body.

Conveniently, that body was also an infected body.

Hitsu was not the best at fighting ok.

Hitsu's HP: 46
Mob HP: 4

[ University Washroom ]

With one last push, a literal one at that, Kelly shoved the last undying down to the ground, and it didn't get up. She moved back a few steps to let the leaders manage the suppression of the creatures while she leaned against the washroom wall and let out a laugh. Looking around, she eyed everyone and couldn't help but wonder if this was a men's, or a woman's, restroom.

She was going crazy.

Character HP: 42/50
Mob HP (After Damage): -3/60

[dorms]

James was completely oblivious to the fact that there had been an attack on campus.

He came out of his room whistling and twirling his carefully waxed moustache cheerfully. A shower had been the perfect medicine to start a brand new very late evening.

He eyed the box of jerseys laying out in the open, and casually perused them before issuing a tiny, pleased "Aha!", pulling one in particular from the pile.

[University - Abandoned Washroom]

Justin was glad to see the infected down for the moment. "We should probably get on with de-limbing it." he reminded the group, it was dangerous while it still had those to get back up on.

30 days of this nonsense, and he still had trouble believing he would have to use the phrase De-limbing. The callous use of the word "it" was also not lost to him. it was once a person with hopes and dreams, a life and maybe even a family. Now it was merely an entity that stood in the way of their survival.

If there was one thing he could have wished to tell himself 30 days ago, was that the world could be a cold and cruel place in a matter of days. That and to stock up on supplies and hug his begal, Roscoe. "Is everyone ok?"

[ Dorms ]

Danielle had completely missed the infected fiasco, as she had been preoccupied in her room.
She came out only to notice a few students missing and a box of jerseys? Perhaps she should take one just in case.

"I-It's okay really," He held up his hand, smiling in an easy way to hopefully set her mind at ease. It was the heat of the moment and things happened. "I know it was an accident."

He was at least glad to know Hitsu was mostly okay. "Yeah, I think I'm fine. Nothing really bad. One bit me but I don't think it broke ski-" He looked down then to investigate his arm and his face immediately paled. While everything was going on he had failed to check but there was blood oozing from the few small wounds that had been created by teeth. It wasn't serious by any means, just a small wound but in Cecil's mind it might as well have been a deep cut gushing blood all over the place.

"It's..." He had worked on this and now more than ever he needed to learn to bury this particular weakness. "It's fine. I'm fine." But his voice sounded a little off and he nodded slowly at Hitsu as she mentioned cleaning up.

[DORMS]

“Hmm, I guess you are right...especially so in the past month I'd say,” he nodded. Group work was always a polarising topic in university. He personally never enjoyed it much when he was in school himself, but ah, the circumstances were different. Being able to even enjoy the luxury of electricity, and to this extent, would have been impossible without the work of the team. If only the students could express their appreciation instead of wasting it and stop trying to charge their devices secretly. There batteries were a limited resource, and they haven't configured the solar panels to work yet. Always so many things to do...

“If we survive, perhaps,” he sounded unconvinced about his prospects, “Or are survived by, at least.” His gaze was turned to the group of students who had gathered, each picking out a number for themselves. The hope of the next generation, well, that had been partly why he had chosen to become an educator. He'd hope to see as many of them survive, and for now the jerseys were a reassuring sight.

“Still, you should get some sleep Caroline,” he returned his sympathetic gaze to the woman, taking in her even more disheveled than usual appearance, “Leave some of the administrative matters to the rest of us.” He nodded at the other faculty staff that have joined them.

By now the screaming would not phase him, and the Professor nonchalantly turned around to see what was going on. Loud noises coming from the bathrooms meant one of two things, and the man simply glanced on at the reaction from the students.

He'd have to admit that the student leader Corey cut a pretty intimidating figure with the tattoos and javelin, and so far, has been largely successful at dealing with both the students and infected. A nagging worry that this may eventually play out a la. The Lord of the Flies had been bothering him more frequently, given the increasingly violent methods and general fatigue that was settling into the population.

They are all educated people here, he tried to comfort himself, as long as we manage to keep everyone moderately happy... Thank god for the dormitories providing decent living conditions.

All conversation was held in suspense as they waited, the agitated shouts of the students the only indication of their success or failure. Honestly, it'd be very troublesome to lose any more people right now, especially just after the issuance of the jerseys.

Fortunately they did return, with a few nasty bites and injuries. “Anyone with first-aid please assist, make sure those wounds are clean,” he emphasized.