"Thank you Zen," she said, giving him a small hug. She wiped the tears from her face,not caring about the smeared mascara, and continued her story. "It happened while we were in the cafeteria. A bunch of those corpses came rushing in, making their way to the closest student they could sink their teeth into. Michelle and I got away while they ate our... her friends." She waited for another second, searching for the courage to continue. "We ended up in the shed of a local gardener. trapped by a zombie. Michelle handed me this," she held up the machete, dried blood coating the blade, "and told me to fight it off. I said that I couldn't, and she called me a coward. She took it and opened the doors, letting it come at me. I managed to squeeze behind the tractor, but she called me a coward again and it turned it's attention to her." She couldn't continue, tears welling up in her eyes again. "Is it okay if I finish telling later?" she asked in a sobbing tone.
Des' lucain form is non canonical to Des himself. Also, he is renamed Anthony for the purpose of this roleplay
"What're you trying to do, kid? Get us killed?" a stranger whispered, pulling Orlando's arm away from the crowd. "I'm trying to clear a path. I need to go out," He replied. "Not like that, you're not," the stranger continued. "Do you realize if you start
poppin' caps, the noise will just attract more of those things?" Orlando couldn't tell if the
poppin' caps comment was racist, due to Orlando's skin color, but the man had a point. "I'm sorry, but I'm starving. Do you know of another way out?" As if he had the answer already, the man gave Orlando a baseball bat. "Swing away," he added with a chuckle.