Of course, the outside world hasn’t just stopped in the meantime. Parents worried about their children; while local, state, and national government flew into a frenzy formulating a response. Military and police were scrambled, and all of this took time. Most parents were caught out of the house and away from their home and local school, making the rescue of their beloved children immensely difficult. Those that were at home found themselves trapped within the house or unable to traverse the roads due to abandoned cars and the ever-hungry living dead.

Eventually, however, one group persevered.

~1:45 am~

A hastily armored Hummer roars across the grass by the football field, bypassing the snarls of cars that failed to escape. It cuts through and pushes back cars and zombies alike and slows down near the front of the school, where a large mass of zombies milled by the doors. Out from the windows and from the top of the hummer, gunmen start shooting the zombies with precision, aiming for headshots and taking their time. The louds rings of repeated gunshots attracts the attention of the mass of zombies. Their numbers only barely reduced by the repetitive cracks of rifles, the horde of several dozen zombies are irresistibly drawn toward the bright flashes, sharp snaps, and rumbling originating from the Hummer, and they approach as one. The vehicle slowly rolls away, barely outpacing the horde and continuing to slowly wear down their numbers.

Keeping a close eye on his surroundings, the driver switches on his radio and mutters. “Part One worked, we’ve attracted nearly all of them at the front. The front is clear, goodluck.”

A moment later, the driver gets two clicks in response, the signal for affirmative.

The driver revs the engine of the Hummer and pulls away at a faster pace while the gunmen fire more frequently.

Under the cover of the intense auditory assault of the Hummer, a small group of adults, dressed head to toe in makeshift protection and carrying silent weapons such as axes and knives, quickly sneaks to the front of the school, swiftly and noiselessly eliminating and stragglers they meet. Once at the front, they climb up the window to the top pane of glass and smash it, then, after clearing the glass away, climb through. The breaking of the window went mostly unheard by the zombies, but a few at the back of the horde turned around to go back for the adults on foot.

By the time the zombies reached the doors again however, the adults were all inside safely, and the zombies were unable to climb up to the window. The frustrated undead pounded uselessly on the glass as the group of adults slip deeper into the school.

Team 2 Members:

6’8, a big and burly looking older looking man, wearing a thick, old, and tattered-looking green coat partially patched with duct tape and black pants. Carrying a bloody fireaxe and a slightly dented aluminum baseball bat. A navy blue backpack is slung over his back.

6’5, a security guard his late 30’s, wielding a baton and a knife with a handgun holstered.

5’8, a dashing young man in a police officer uniform. Holstered handgun, and 2 nightsticks.

5’4, a muscular woman appearing to be in her early 40’s, carrying a blood-stained shinai (bamboo kendo sword). Wearing a tanktop and yogapants.

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[Matt]

You see Philip dragging Sam along with him and make a tactical retreat. Basically, you pretend you didn’t see them. [i]Sorry Philip, but I don’t feel like taking care of someone thats probably going to die soon anyways, and it’d be awkward to explain why I can't afford to waste medical treatment on him. [/i]

Turning away and throwing your gear over your shoulder, you hurry out the other set of doors and head toward the drama area. You pick up a music stand along the way and break the base and head off, leaving you with just the sturdy meter long pole.

No zombies huh? I guess I was lucky that I didn’t find any.[/i] You arrive at the shop and bar the large metal doors with some random nearby wooden structure, then clamp a knife from your backpack in one of the table clamps. A few solid hits with a hammer and the handle of the knife breaks of cleanly, leaving you with the metal tang only. You insert the metal tang into the end of the pole, then clamp the end of the pole in the clamp and force the clamp closed with every ounce of strength you possessed. You keep forcing the clamp until it simply wont shut and further, having compressed all available space between the pole and the tang. Chest heaving with exertion, you collapse to the floor and lean against the table to catch your breath before getting back up to inspect your work. You unwind the clamp and pick up the spear, swinging it around curiously. 

[i] Feels pretty solid. The blade isn't sliding or shifting at all. I can use this.[/i] You then sigh, realizing that you should probably gather up the materials to take them back to the breach. There were carts for moving heavy objects nearby, but it would still be a drag. [i]All this work to do... I guess I should do it though, if I want it to get done the fastest. [/i] You begin the arduous process of piling materials onto a cart to take to MST down. Sequestered at the far end of the school and enclosed in the shop, you fail to hear the gunshots from the front of the school.