[Adam]
To Travis
" As we left the shop a group of at least 7 zombies speared out of a door in front of me but behind you. I started to back away but you just kept walking. When they saw me I few my hammers and went for the head. As soon as there was a clear path, I ran for it. But still screw you! You ditched me!"
Noticing that Travis was asleep and didn't hear any of his rant, Adam decided to go to sleep to

[Irene]

Hearing Matt's answer, you decide that you want to secure materials for a sword, although that would require going through another horde of zombies. You inwardly sigh at the prospect, but now is always better than later and you open the doors leading to the cafeteria. You decide to take the route you took when you arrived here, since all the zombies were cleared the first time around. Frolicking in the zombie-free hallway, courtesy of moi, you only encounter several when reaching the drama hallway.
How many of these darn things do I have to kill? It's like doing an Endless Brawl on Super Smash Brothers--they never stop coming!
You just dispatch the three zombies with the normal routine, using long ranged stabs with the spear and utilizing the baseball bat for closer combat. Once the hallway was cleared, you unlock and lock the door to the drama shop and quietly walk inside.

Looking around the shop, you find what you are looking for, some wood and a 1/8" thick sheet of metal. On it, you measure out a 1.75 inch wide by 29 inch long piece of metal. Carrying the metal over to the saw, you double check to make sure there is no wood nearby and put on a pair of goggles. Carefully, you turn the power saw on and feed the metal towards the blade. Sparks fly everywhere and you slowly but surely cut out the shape. Turning the saw off, you examine your handiwork. The edges were rough and so you turn your attention to the power sander. You first mark the 27 inch mark on the metal, clean the belt of any sawdust, remove anything flammable away. You gingerly pick up the metal and start sanding a slight curve onto both sides. After that's done, you sand one side into a sharp edge, but not past the 27 inch mark. Once you're done with the first side, you flip the blade over and start sanding again. For the tip, you sand an angle to it--adding a curve into it though. Examining the blade closely, you think you've done a good job.

Now for the handle. You grab a block of wood and cut it into a suitable size for a handle. You sand the handle down to make it smooth and less awkward to hold and then saunter over to the saw and cut a two inch deep slit into the wood. Inserting the blade into the handle, you see that the two reasonably fit well together. Turning to the power drill, you bore two holes near the top of the handle. You find screws and nuts and successfully attach the blade to the handle.

All that's left is making a grip and sheath. The prop room is up in the cat walks apparently, but you'll probably do that later. For now, you need some sort of sheath for the katana-like sword. Spying a roll of duct tape, you make a makeshift sheath for the sword, applying extra duct tape for the tip. This whole process takes you several hours and you glance down at your watch, "It's 12:00 a.m., and using power tools is exhausting...
You pull up several chairs in a horizontal row to sleep on. Making yourself the most comfortable as you can, you sleep.

[Matt]

Kate wakes him up. He sits up with a groan. "Oh god my back.... what time is it?" He asks blearily. "It's 3 in the morning, a little longer than four hours, since you looked like you needed the sleep." Kate replies, stifling a yawn. "Now move over, it's my turn..."

Matt obliges with another groan, heaving his stiff back up and out of the chair. He leans against a wall, stretching the kinks out of his body. "Goodnight." He says with a wave. Kate doesn't see it; her eyes are already closed.

Matt slowly slides down the wall to the floor. Well this is boring...

[Ben]

You must have dozed off. You're used to naps throughout the day anyways. The clock in the room tells you it's 3 am. Matt and Irene, nowhere to be seen. You got ditched. Wow.

A single zombie was tapping on the door. You know the door locks behind you, so you search through the draws and find a spare key on a lanyard. Perfect. You open the door and quickly spear the zombie through the head, pushing it back and lock the door before you attract the attention of anymore. You don't want to wander throughout the school without sunlight and the shifty lighting, so you opt to go back to sleep. The room should be secure anyways.

[Irene]

You wake up, probably due to the very uncomfortable surface you've been sleeping on. You check your watch again-- 3:00 a.m.
This is going to be a long night...Need to find somewhere better to sleep.
Peeking out the door, you see that zombies have returned roaming the hallway--fairly spread out though. Your arms feel somewhat sore, due to all the swinging, stabbing, and sanding you did today. You grab all of your equipment and raise your shield in front of you. Gripping the baseball bat, you quietly open the door and step out. A zombie to your far left spots you and begins shuffling over. You brace yourself and begin sprinting for the health room, knocking away any zombies that block your path with your shield. And when there were too many, you knocked them out with your bat--but didn't bother to kill them. Reaching the health room, you quickly unlock and lock it and rush inside. Breathing heavily, you unload all of your weapons, but keep your newly made sword beside you within reach. Worn out from today's events, you collapse on the bed and fall asleep.

[Travis]
You snap awake and grab your weapon, your whole body shaking severely.
Where...what...oh great, nightmares already...just relax and try to think of better times...
You try to fall sleep again, but find it hard to do so. You get up quietly and start looking at the books still on the shelves.
Guess it isn't to late to read for awhile.
You find a book and start to read.

[Irene]

You wake up and check the time--9:00 a.m. You groggily get up and almost instantly regret it, you're sore all over. Groaning, you make your way to the food stash in the health room and start eating and drink a whole bottle of water. Afterwards, you utilize the bathroom facility. You find some anti-bacterial wipes and clean your hands and face with those. You feel slightly more refreshed and awake and return to the main room. For the first time, you notice Ben sleeping on one of the beds.
He never left the health room? Wow.
Feeling somewhat mischievous, you decide to try to wake him up and shake his shoulders vigorously.

[Adam]
Adam wakes up and checks the time. 9:30. After a relatively restless night Adam feels anxious for the day to start. Something about the zombies keeps him on edge. Looking around the media center he notices that the rest of the crew has either left for food or is still asleep. Not wanting to go out alone, he decides to lay back down until the day realy starts.

[Ben]

You are being attacked. You flail and roll of the bed, emitting a high pitched shriek as you fall.

[Irene]

Seeing Ben's reaction makes you laugh. A lot.
"Guess someone's too wound up."
And continue laughing some more. Some humor is good in these dark kinds of situations.

[Ben]

You emerge from the fetal position you had assumed once you hear the laughter of Irene above you. She must've been the one "attacking" you. You would almost prefer a zombie. Almost. Then you could kill them.

"Why."

[Travis]
You look up from the book and see that the sun is up
Guess it's a good time to get moving.
You stand up stiffly and start to look at the materials from the shop and decide to start putting together a barricade.

[Adam]
you notice Travis working on a barricade and go over to help

[Irene]

You look down at Ben and nonchalantly put on all of your equipment.
"Because it was amusing. Well, I'm going to go try tackling the zombies in the auditorium so...bye for now."
Giving a Ben a devious grin as you leave the room, you start walking towards the auditorium. Just as you expected, the number of zombies have replenished overnight and you cut down five of them with your new sword in the band hallway alone, ignoring the ones farther behind you.
This is a lot easier to use than the spear...
You discover seven more lurking around in the lobby and kill four of them with stabs through the eye or ear. And then go down to the hallway leading to the blue room to find... three zombies. Somewhat exasperated, you dispatch them almost effortlessly and then just maneuver around the zombies in the blue room to reach the auditorium. Opening the auditorium doors, you just find that two or three zombies are wandering around aimlessly inside. After all, there was no reason for them to come here in the first place. Making your way to the stairwell on the left side of the stage, you unlock the door and go up. You reach the catwalk for the first time. Warily walking on them, you look down. It would not be pleasant to accidentally fall--but you shake that idea out of your mind. You find the door leading to the prop room and open it.

You look around, there are many costumes. You pick out a royal blue shirt and a black shirt. Inwardly cursing at the fact that you forgot to bring scissors and glue, you just take the clothes and chill on the catwalk a bit. It is an interesting view after all. People could stay and be safe from zombies here. After several minutes, you decide to make your way back to the shop. Climbing down the stairs and locking the door behind you, you take the exit leading to the hallway perpendicular to the drama hallway. Since you are absolutely sick of killing zombies right now, you just kill the two zombies to your immediate left and right and just sprint around the rest, using your shield to knock down several zombies in your way. Upon reaching the shop, you quickly unlock and lock the door and slip inside.

[Travis]
You start to place boards together as you think about the best way to secure the doors that connect the different sections of the school together.
It won't mean much if the flow of zombies into the school can't be stemmed.
You notice Adam coming over and you start to wonder what he's been up to since you last saw him over near the shop.
"Need some stuff for a weapon?Or you want to help put together a barricade to close off the doors to the MST Hallway on this floor?"

[Matt & Kate]

Matt gently shakes Kate awake. "C'mon sleepy, it's 10 o'clock." He says with a nudge.

"Uuuuuuugh nuuuu...." Kate squirms in her seat before grimacing. "Augh my back... wait, 10?! Why didn't you wake me up sooner?!" She exclaims.

"So you could sleep haha. I'm used to little sleep, it's fine." Matt hands Kate a bottle of water and a granola bar. "Enjoy." He says jokingly, unwrapping the bar and biting into it, then washing it down with a swig of water. He actually liked granola bars, so this wasn't too bad. Kate does the same.

"Ready to move out now?" He asks her.

"Give me a moment to stretch first, that chair is terrible to sleep in." She replies, stretching. Once ready, they open the door and re enter the kitchen, which was just as they'd left it. Matt points out that they need to at least ration food, and it'll only become more and more likely that people will fight over what food is remaining, forgoing rationing at all., so to prevent that he wants to hide the cart of food somewhere else in the school. Kate reluctantly agrees so they set off for a janitors closet, Kate pushing the cart with Matt as vanguard.

Come morning, plenty of zombies had filled the halls again, apparently pouring in from the MST wing or humanities wing. Five zombies awaited in the area in front of Guidance, while three more were standing in a cluster by the water fountains. "What are you waiting for?" Kate asks with a grin as she charges in, spearing one zombie through the head with ease. Not one to be shown up, Matt kills two with a lunging stab followed by a downward chop through the skull. Kate slices the back of the neck of a zombie that had turned toward Matt. As it falls, Matt kicks the body backwards, knocking down another zombie, which he kills as it gets up. Kate stabs an oncoming zombie through the throat, but it doesn't die, snarling helplessly as it waved its arms at Kate. Matt slams his blade into the side of it's head, finishing it. The preoccupied zombies near the water fountain turn and begin shambling towards the two. Matt kills the three on his own, cleaving a zombie's skull open one at a time, backing away slowly to give him time to pull his blade free.

The wheels of the cart squeak rhythmically, drawing two more zombies from a dark corner as Matt and Kate pass the vending machine. They needed access to the janitor's closet, and Matt's arms weren't tired yet. He thrusts his spear forward to pierce the first through the eye, then raises the blade high above his head and let it fall forward almost on it's own, allowing gravity to do the work. The area was clear for now, but the closet was situated in an unfortunately exposed position by the stairs and between 4 hallways. "We'll have to clear the entire area around us if we want to do this safely." Matt mutters. Leaving the cart by the door, Matt takes the left hallway of MST while Kate takes the right hallway. They double back once they reach the end, Matt encountering and killing one more zombie and Kate two. They both heard curious pounding from the other side of classroom doors as they traversed the hallway, but they avoided looking in. What did they have to share that they didn't already know?

The lanyard held quite a few keys, and Matt couldn't remember which one would open the closet, if any of them would. Kate watches his back with a sigh, spear held at the ready to fend off the hungry dead. From behind him he hears Kate grunt in exertion. "What's taking so long?" Kate asks impatiently, wiping her spearblade on a fallen corpse. "I can't seem to get the right-ahh there we go." Matt exhales triumphantly, swinging the door open. As he pulls the door back, he momentarily panics, realizing that if there was a zombie inside the closet he would be dead.

Thankfully the closet was empty. Matt and Kate push the cart into the closet and cover it in a clean enough dirty white canvas tarp thing. After making sure the cart looked perfectly nondescript, they leave and relock the door, then hurry back to the cafeteria to rest and rehydrate.

[Kate]

"Well, that was entertaining." She says, grabbing a bottled water and sitting on a chair backwards, laying her weapon on the table and looking up at Matt as she opens the bottle after a little struggle. She takes a long swig; even though it's lukewarm, it soothes her thirst and tastes like the best thing in the world.
Best thing after chocolate, that is.

[Irene]

You get to work, cutting out strips of cloth using the shirts you had acquired earlier. Then you apply a strong glue to the top of the handle and begin laying down the cloth in a methodical manner, alternating colors. The result is a spiraling pattern of blue and black. Picking up the katana, you admire the increased comfort. The only problem was a lack of a guard now--it would be bad if you accidentally cut yourself on your own weapon after all. But there's nothing you can do about that, really. Unless... You spy a paper plate and idea forms in your mind. You pick it up and start trimming it down with scissors. Afterwards, you poke a hole in the middle and widen it little by little. Checking the fit, you find that the hole just needs to be a teensy bit wider. Making the appropriate adjustments, you begin securing the flimsy circular cutout with duct tape. A vast quantity of duct tape. Once you're done, you now have a guard made of duct tape, using the paper plate as a template. You check the stability of it by roughly shoving upwards against it. The duct tape guard withstands the impact quite well and you smile. Now your makeshift katana is finally complete! You briefly imagine the Legend of Zelda music for opening chests at this accomplishment. But I should get a move on... Wanting to go up to the catwalk again, you gather your things and prepare to fight the zombies outside.

[Alicia]

You wake up, your head reeling. You groan, wiping the drool from your face as you sit up. What happened?
Your mind finally catches up to what you're seeing. You're in Mr. D's room. You went in to make up a test, and Mr. D had made someone else look after you. Your head was woozy as you still hadn't really recovered from your fever the night before, so when they called a lockdown you automatically fell asleep underneath the desk. The teacher had left after making sure the door was locked to go to her room.
Pity you didn't know her name.
Why is the room still dark? Why didn't anyone wake me up?
You get out from the desk when you hear a slow moan that draws a shiver up your spine.
What was that?!?!
You slowly crawl on the floor. The moans get louder as you approach the door. Sweat drips down your forehead again, but this time it's not a virus, not a headache that's causing it.
You finally get within good distance of the door that you can look up and peek through the window. And once you do, your blood runs cold.
"Holy shit. What the fuck is that?!?!"
Your shock is too much to contain within your thoughts anymore. Your mind races to identify the rotting flesh of heads that pass by.
Zombies.
You quickly crawl back from your starting position. As you try to stop yourself from your trembling, you're also trying to think. Come on Alicia, think!
You sidle over to Mr. D's desk. Maybe there was something useful, like keys. And hopefully not in closed drawers
I don't want to do this but... You swiftly open the top desk drawer. There is Mr. D's standard lanyard with his keys, which you automatically grab. Thank god.
There's also a bag of smarties that you can help eyeing. Those look tasty...Gosh darn it Alicia we're talking about getting out of here, not your sweet tooth! Still, you can't help but pick up the bag of smarties. At that moment, something flies out of the drawer and thuds on the carpeted ground, making you glance over. It's a lighter, with only a quarter of fluid gone. Why is there a lighter here? Does Mr. D smoke?
Suddenly you smile. Hmm, I wonder if smarties are flammable...

[Irene]

You cautiously peek out into the hallway and find nothing but zombies. Wonderful. Who doesn't want to fight a bunch of zombies this early in the day? Inwardly sighing, you draw out your katana from the sheath and face the closest zombie. You barrel into it shield first, knocking it down, and stab it through the eye with your sword. You dodge past several other zombies and slice through their calf muscles from behind. Unable to sustain their own weight any longer, the zombies collapse onto the ground. You know, as long as an idiot doesn't walk right into them, they're fairly harmless just on the ground. Although... Spying a zombie crawl towards you, you decide to try to kill a zombie through decapitation for once. Steadying your arms, you swing downwards viciously and sever half of the zombie's neck. You frown and then try again--and are rewarded with the sight of a zombie head rolling on the floor.It's still probably better if I killed them all. Cause an idiot can get us all killed in these types of situations. And what a situation it is, you think dryly. Switching to your aluminum baseball bat, you dispatch the remaining zombies with blows to the skull. You notice very few zombies lurking in the blue room and just skirt around them, not bothering to kill them. You take the same path you did the first time to get up on the catwalks again, locking any doors you pass through behind you.

You take off your armor and set down your weapons, no need to be on alert up here--the zombies couldn't reach you after all. But the view from the catwalks never gets old. It's exhilarating up here, especially considering your fear of heights. You gaze below at the auditorium, Still no zombies around. Good thing no one has really given them a reason to come here. You yawn and decide to lie down and rest for a while, vaguely wondering how Matt and the others were doing.