As the other boy brandished his wrench, Levi released a sort of grunt of satisfaction. A wrench would be a good weapon. All one had to do was swing it hard enough and physics would take care of the rest. It was the one useful thing physics had to offer -- but he would digress. He smiled faintly at the first aid kit; that would definitely come in handy. Levi continued to listen and observe in silence as the newer arrival displayed her vending machine stash and relayed her weapons.

How she had gotten either of them was a mystery to him. He couldn't recall a katana being anywhere... Oh, but he'd had a friend who had been chattering on and on about some teacher's collection. Maybe she'd gotten it from there. Levi's swordsmanship began and ended with theatrical swordfights -- Princess Bride, The Lord of the Rings, and Pirates of the Carribean were his knowledge bases. Accurate, but not hands-on learning.

Levi slashed another chunk off of the wooden stick and confirmed Elizabeth's reassurance to Pax. "We'd be idiots not to travel together. They have an advantage in a pack; we might as well create our own."

His eyes flashed up to where JJ had exited the window and he walked back over to it. Everything was fine, up until her frustration caught the attention of the dead. Several words ran out of Levi's mouth, then, and not a single one was school appropriate. He crept out of the window, hefting his desk spear, and hurled it at the decaying body.

The throw wasn't as accurate as he had hoped, lodging in the upper torso rather than the head, but the force of it was enough to knock the creature off balance. Levi proceeded to jump on top of what was once a man and wrapped his hands around its oozing throat to prevent any guttural reaction. He felt like puking. The student turned to JJ and gave her a look of urgency, jerking his head back towards the open window of the classroom.

He looked around quickly. No other zombies had arrived yet; perhaps this one had been a straggler. But they would certainly backtrack if even one caught wind of the commotion. With the beast thrashing beneath him, Levi could only hope JJ would dislodge the axe soon.

Elizabeth arrived, then, and the zombie met its demise. Levi stood up and pulled the stick out of the twice-dead thing's chest , hands and arms now stained a deep red. He looked around again, still clutching his weapon. The whistle surely would have caught their attention, at least if they were still outside and not all in the building. Turning to the two girls, he warned, "We ought to get back inside."

Robert || 16 || Student || M: Samira

Robert watched her for a moment, observing her reaction to his statement. For the most part, it was clear she didn't seem to enjoy his presence. His eyes narrowed at that... Seeing her back away. It was disheartening to say the least. When he spoke of the hall clearing up enough for her to make a break for it, he could see the thoughts dancing in her mind, weighing her options.

The nod was all the conformation he needed, as he watched her leave the closet. Smart, from his experience it was a miracle he made it out as easily as he did. The girl left the closest first, with him following soon after and shutting the door. He would trust her to notice if anything dangerous was afoot. Robert took this opportunity to fully observe the girl, if his time volunteering taught him anything was to always be mindful of the people around you. With a shrewd eye, his attention first landed on the weapon in her hand.

'A fancy stick?', he mused. A bo staff, yes... But a stick all the same. She held it with a certain... Familiarity? It was the best he could think to word it, yes. She was no stranger to her stick and could likely beat him and his pathetic excuse for a shield, 'Damned trashcan lid'.

She was shorter than him with a soft face. She seems physically fit, probably from taking part in a school sport. Maybe that's where she got the stick. She wore casual clothes, she seemed to have cared more for comfort than style. He could respect that, matter of fact he did the same. From what he could tell, she could handle herself, surely. The closet was just bad luck on her part. He was pulled from his thoughts when the girl spoke, offering her name. He nodded in acknowledgement, Samira, he puzzled for a moment letting the name roll in his head.

"Robert... Now you should proba-", he spoke before stopping midsentence, his words trailing off. Samira, her attention drifted off to somewhere behind him. He turned to see what caught her eyes before his eyes widened.

Just his luck. The Creatures, the Dead Ones were making their way down the hall towards them.

"We need to go, now", he spoke quickly. As soon as the words left his mouth, one of the creatures lunged forward, barely missing him before he leapt back and brought up his makeshift shield. The rest soon followed closely. Fuck. Knocking the closest one to the ground with his trashcan lid, Robert quickly stomped on it's outreach fingers which let out the sharp cracking sound of breaking bones, he took a second to gather his bearings, eyes still wide from the encounter. One of many to come in the next few minutes, he supposed.

[Ugh. Could have been better, but my brain is like soup right now. I will let you take the lead in this sequence of events.]