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Materials:
9x Books
1x Projector
2x Boards

Cleaning was a bust Harper thought after spending over an hour avoiding the rest of the dust team. Eventually someone would figure out the s**t job she had done, and in the mean time she had to do something to at least redeem herself in being of some use before someone sent a few complaints her way. She made her way back to the floor lounge room, or what was left of the lounge room. It was more of a hub for gathering chores and handling supplies now, such as heavy bags of equipment to patch up the dorm after the recent break in.

Looping the bag over her shoulder she started to go through some of junk that was scattered around the dorm floors. A few books caught her eye, more or so a whole stack of various mathematic classes, likely older versions left by students when they realized they weren’t worth the effort of selling back. Math books could fix anything, plus they were boring Harper thought picking them up and stuffing them into the bag. There was also a projector off to the side, she didn’t know what good it would be but took it anyways. A few desks remained scattered in another room and with a few good kicks they were a decent pair of wooden boards.

Heading out of the room she paused looking down the hallway towards the semi-familiar face, mostly blurry in her memory from a few long nights on campus. Waving to her she gave a rather large toothy smile.

“Hey Corey, if your free would you mind coming with me to help out on maintenance? I have some wood we can use.”

Harper returned Corey’s grin with a wink as if to imply the words where intentional, “Glad to see someone still has some humor left.”

Corey’s findings in materials were not any better than her owns sadly, at the rate they were going Harper felt as if she was trudging to class with too many books in tow behind her. She shoved the thought down as she nodded in agreement to Corey.

“Yea, traps might be better than trying to repair things with books. At least it sounds better than some of my ideas of how we were going to repair with books.” The thought nailing them to floor did come across her mind.

The gym seemed as good as any place to start Harper thought heading towards with a book in her hand. Even with the lack of being used constantly throughout the day it still had the lingering smell of sweat and hint of rubber shoes.

“How have you been doing lately? I mean besides the near death thing? I sort of miss seeing you at parties there for a while.” She wanted to break the silence even with a dumb question as the one she had asked. There were a few cracks starting to form between a few boards that covered a rather large spacious window. Harper crammed one of the books in between hoping that if it ever rained it wouldn’t turn to soggy.

Harper groaned at the thought of vodka, flavored vodka, like cotton candy or even caramel floated in her head. There was never a thought in her past life that she would never see them again. “I would almost kill for a bottle of tequila, I don’t care how many times I’ve gotten sick on it still a favorite. I mean a whole pitcher of margaritas would even be acceptable or maybe even a beer or two? Something?” The world was really ending as she thought about never having another happy hour at a bar.

Walking around slowly she watched as Corey fixed a larger hole in the floor where a few of the weights had destroyed, obviously better than her own attempt. “That is one way of looking at it, I guess. Hadn’t thought of it that way.” The thought that being a live still meant they hadn’t completely failed. “I totally miss the parties though, miss you at the parties the last one I ended up puking in a few bushes. I guess I more or less mess just talking and not worrying all the time? I haven’t really said much in general lately.”

The weight equipment looked dusty for the most part and discarded in a way that reminded of her old swing set back home. One of the bench press’s leaned forward as a one of it’s supporting legs sat lower in a small hole. Pushing it back Harper crouched down as she pulled out a book, nails and a hammer and grinned at Corey.

“I guess if we both had the same idea for their use may as well try it right. Besides seems like a waste to use a whole board on a such a small hole.” Opening the book she flipped it upside down pressing the pages to the floor boards before picking up a nail and hammering each of the four corners down. It bowed a little from the spine but it was at least better than nothing. Just in case, Harper went ahead and added a few more nails.

“I am…. Ok for the most part. Like you said still alive still moving forward. I mean I don’t sleep much either, hell I don’t even know the last time I really bothered to lay down in a bed I’ve sort of just been napping against the walls here and there. But I could always be a lot worse.” A lot worse was being infected and or a shambling mess.

Harper stood up and pressed her foot against the book, the nails along the edges held as the spine bent only a little under weight for the moment. It would at least hold if anything wanted to reach up or stumbled across.

“I really miss coffee the most though, getting up and going to Starbucks. I mean it wasn’t the world’s best but coffee was coffee. I spent so much money on coffee.”

Harper grinned as Corey faked beg for some alcohol, hearing a laugh, even a brief one, was good. There hadn’t been a lot of that going around as of lately, it was almost as if it was frowned upon to have any sort of happiness displayed. “Should have probably gone with something like the couch or the driveway. Driveway is at least pretty easy to clean afterwards right and less people remember it afterwards and they won’t be reminded by some huge stain when they sat down.”

Harper followed Corey down the hallway, finding a hole past her on the wall that was easily covered with a book. If this ended, if someone figured out a way to fix it and looked at these ruins in years past they were going to start wonder what the hell was up with all the books nailed to things. Maybe make up some crazy ritual theory, or aliens, aliens were always a good pick.

“I am… sorry to hear that.. the roommate that is.” It wasn’t really a surprise, for the most part every day when they gathered all around for the morning roll call she would look around. Sometimes she would remember the faces that where no longer there, sometimes she wouldn’t.

“You sure you don’t mind? I mean… I won’t be butting in too much to your duties or anything?” A locking room was better than half napping against the wall but Harper didn’t want to be in the way of anyone. There was already the fear lingering that she wasn’t much good as it was in helping around with the chores and or scavenging. Even her fixing abilities were a little questionable.

A groan came from Harper as she held up her hands and wingled her fingertips, “KD was soooo gooodddd I was pretty sure that and grill cheese was the only substances I survived on freshman year. Cheessseeeeee I never thought about not eating it until now.” Her stomach wanted to growl, not so much in hunger but the thought of eating something she liked and actually enjoyed. Looking back at Corey she laughed with her, and a little surprised that she had done so. “Sorry but that has to be one of the most romantic breakfasts, that is next to fresh doughnuts or those little doughnut egg and ham sandwiches. Tell me he was at least cute right?”

A grin flashed on her face as Corey called her the queen, however it probably wasn’t the best thing to be the queen of. “Thanks, and don’t worry if I wake up I’ll be ok some sleep is probably better than what I’ve been having lately.” Plus waking up kept her sinking too far into her dreams, more so the nightmares of the first day repeating in some sort of fashion. “Pfffttt…. Get lucky, that would be almost a wish in stress relieving fun maybe too much. I think I would be lucky if I just found someone cute to chat with maybe get a kiss just one last one you know.” It was sort of stupid sure, but Harper never denied being slightly romantic in ideals.

“Cake, cupcakes, pancakes… wafflesss.. bacccoonn. Hell even some salad would be awesome, and I am by no means a fan of salads or any sort of veggies for that matter.” Fresh fruits, veggies, something that tasted like it was grown in the dirt and not stale or processed to survive nuclear war was starting to sound like a dream. In some ways she almost wished she had eaten more of it instead of always going for the junk food. “Oh man… I could even have a tall class of milk, I wouldn’t even care if it was skim milk just some cold milk.”

There was another hole in the floor like the one from earlier except this time she didn’t have to open the book and spread it across. Tacking it down with a few nails she kicked it to make sure it didn’t move taking note on the idea of bells on the door as a trap from Corey.

“Oh no not only was he cute but he listened it’s a shame he managed to get away then he sounds almost too good to be true.” Harper returned Corey’s nudge with a large a huge smirking smile. “Errr there have been a few times I’ve woken up regretting who I went to bed with, there was one chick I slept with who offered me free pizza that was in a box on the floor buried under some dirty clothes. I thought she was joking but she picked up a slice and starting eating.” To really think about it Harper wondered why she had even went home with her, the room wasn’t particularly clean and she wasn’t really cute enough to cover it. “OOOOOOOooo there was this one time. Oh it was awful. More so embarrassing than waking up. I had gone out to a party and had too much to drink, something about some break up and being depressed. Anyways a few friends got me back to my room set me on the couch and left. The problem was my roommate was on a date with some new guy and they were watching a movie. A half hour in they told me I got up, stood in front of the tv and then puked and then continued to puke on the couch and the floor before leaving to go to my room. She was so pissed at me for ruining her night and I had to clean up everything in the morning, she wouldn’t even let me in the same room with any of her dates after that.”

Harper chuckled at Corey before smirking and looking up at the ceiling and around at the walls. "Oh no no you are totally my type and you have already seen me at my worse puking into porcelain bowl. If it was a different time a different place I would have totally tried. But honestly now I would feel like I was adding on some huge distraction and feel a little guilty about it." Corey was their fearless leader and a lot of people depended on her while Harper was trying to do what she could to just not be an extra useless mouth to feed.

"I agree whole-heartedly to that ban. Anymore talking about food and I'll start drooling." Harper joined in with Corey's slouching and groaning her hand rubbing her stomach as if it was growling. If they survived and everything started to go back to some sort of normality the first thing she was going to do was have a huge feast and eat enough food that she would puke just so she could eat more.

"Oh man that totally sucks balls in not getting his name. Not that I blame you I don't remember everyone's name I've slept with either or I end up calling them some wrong name anyways." If any named sounded like another there was about eighty percent Harper was going to call them the other name. Or sometimes she just didn't think their name suited their appearance and give them a new one. "Don't feel bad, really, if she had a girlfriend she should not have invited you home, it's way worse keeping two girlfriends and not telling them than an oops you didn't tell me in a one night fling." If whatever she said made sense Harper thought, honestly though it was definitely not something Corey should feel bad over.

"Argh she utterly refused to forgive me for it too even after apologizing a half a dozen times." She smirked as Corey laughed at her horrible experience, at least everyone else was amused by it. Taking another book Harper nailed over a hole to an outside escape door.