Robert || Student || M: No One; Open

Robert was in the hallway when the announcement rung out. He was running late, his last period teacher having held him back to rant at him about his supposed, 'Unprofessional behavior'. "Not that that's anything new...", he muttered to himself. He had a track record of always being late to things, along with always having rather convoluted excuses. His teachers somehow managed to convince themselves he was lying.

'No person could be a whole hour late because they "forgot" to lock up the oven. If your going to make excuses, at least make them right...'.

That was a long day. Very amusing too, the man clearly had no idea what a kiln was. Let it be known, the garage nearly burnt down due to that debacle... He sighed, things just happened to snowball. He never had control of things. Today just so happened to be one of those days, and just about everyone of his teachers decided it was about time to give him a piece of their minds... On the same damned day. As level-headed as Robb was, he was annoyed.

But this announcement, it caught him off guard. The principal sounded frightened. Robert scanned the halls, several students exchanged confused glances at each other before quickly making there way towards the nearest classroom. His fellow students quickly entered, before the door was slammed unceremoniously in his face. He stood quietly for a moment stunned, before shaking it off and looking for another open classroom. Robert strode down the hall, turned a corner and immediately stopped dead in his tracks as a scream ranged out.

Before him was blood, lifeless eyes, gnashed teeth, and a corpse. A young girl lay upon the ground as some humanoid creatures circled her, seeming to hungrily dig into her flesh. She was dead, her screams cut off immediately by the creatures. With wide eyes, all Robert could do was stare on in morbid fascination and utter shock.

Yet the time for reaction wasn't warranted... Blood spurt up onto his face, getting into his eyes. He hissed in discomfort before his arm rose to shield himself, yet it was to misfortune that the creatures heard him. Slowly rising, all Robb could do was slowly back away in terror at their faces.

'These creatures, they're people'.

It was the only thought that ran through his mind as a sickness seeped in. They looked like people and yet weren't... The dead expressions, the fresh blood smeared on their faces, the raspy moans escaping their mouths... And the smell. Decay riddled their bodies. They weren't living, yet they weren't dead. An abomination.

A loud groan escaped the closest of the group before in charged forward, and all Robb could do in that moment that his mind and body could agree with was to run.

And so he did.

[I am here!]

Levi Voege || 17 || Location: Kitchen to Classroom || M: Jessica

The young man's face was eerily calm at the announcement. He was in the cafeteria, having just exited the restroom. Wiping his damp hands across his jeans, he shouldered his backpack and headed into the kitchens. He grabbed a long, metal rod from one of the prep counters -- who knew what it was actually intended for -- and, hefting it for a moment, gave a nod of satisfaction and continued deeper into the abandoned area.

It was silent, save for the distant noises of the hallways. Levi figured he had only a couple minutes before the dead reached him, so he had to work fast. Moving into the walk-in freezer, he began shoving bags of frozen chicken nuggets, uncooked pizzas, and eggrolls into his backpack. From the fridge, he took as many fruit cups and vegetables as he could. He abandoned his books to make room for as many bottles of water as would fit in the crevaces, and then he made his escape.

As he had suspected, the beginnings of the rotting, demented creatures had begun to flow into the cafeteria. With a grimace, Levi gripped his rod and began sneaking the back way, through the hallway behind the cafetera and back towards the restrooms. One of the teachers had been out sick that day; perhaps that classroom would be unoccupied still.

Lo and behold, it was. Smiling triumphantly, Levi picked the lock and slipped inside after checking to make sure there were no... creatures inhabiting it. He immediately went to work forming a barricade, trying to block out the sudden screams that came from somewhere nearby. Someone pleading for a life that the dead cared nothing for.

The noises got closer to his chosen room and he looked up sharply as frantic fists began bombarding the oak door. Cursing under his breath, Levi shoved aside his pile of desks and opened the door. He moved back outside and pushed the girl there into the classroom unceremoniously, then he took his rod and began batting the nearest zombies.

Levi lost his hold on the pole when it went through a mostly-decayed form and got stuck in the opposite wall, so he left it and moved back into the classroom. He locked the door and moved his tables back into place, then turned to study the girl who had been outside.

She looked familiar, and she was definitely not... dead. Levi couldn't remember her name, though, and after a moment of silent observing he moved a little closer to sit on one of the chairs. He flipped over the teacher's wooden table and pried off one of the sturdy legs. Levi pulled out his knife and began whittling away.

He doubted the girl had had time to pick anything up, what with the hoard so hot on her trail, but it was worth a shot to inquire. Without turning his eyes to look at his new partner, he asked, "You got any supplies, or nah?"