Diane was standing there, brain just reeling, trying to focus. Trying to grab onto all the facts that she knew to be true, and all of the facts that were just her stressed mind cracking under the pressure of this whole entire mess. Here was one of the things that she knew for sure. She was, undoubtedly, alive. That was one fact, and that was what she'd lay the base work for the rest on. Fact number dos, she was definitely awake. While she might wish and pray for it to be a dream, she knew that this was no dream. This was the waking world, for sure. Besides that one? She'd seen three of her kids leave a cottage, and two of them had been, no doubt about it, the flesh eating, shambling variety of the undead...and now, she had three kids in front of her, and she was pretty sure...No one else could see them. 

It was around this time, though, that Diane's ears caught the sound of Jason talking. She turned and just fixated him with this sort of look...Before she marched right up to him, and slapped Jason firmly right across the face. "[color=gold]What the HELL gives you the right to say stuff like that? Are you some kind of psychopath, you think we'd want to be in ANY kind of group with a man who would make threats or talk like you just did!? I know my answer, and it is heavens, HEAVENS no![/color]" Diane steamed, just staring at Jason with her look of disgust, while ensuring that she got her flare gun back from the hippie. She moved to stand behind him, eyes snapping from between Pierre, and Jason. "[color=gold]You BOTH have some damn problems, and after the day I've had...No WAY I'm primed to deal with it. So far, this 'hippie' seems like the most level headed of us all! I'm seeing dead children, for Christ's sake! Not the ones you just mowed down, either![/color]" Diane explained, glancing back to the corpses...oh heaven's, the whole class was behind her...and only she could see. Now, THAT was freaky.

Diane had made her point and position clear. She didn't want anything to do with the guy who's head was so far shoved up the old hierarchy's ass that he'd probably suffocate on the gas fumes before this world took him out, and she sure as hell didn't want ANYTHING to do with the one who'd begun spouting out some crazy stuff about a New World! For all she knew, he'd try and make Diane a public breeder and have them all live in a nice, big tribe soon enough! No thank you! "[color=gold]The sooner we get moving, the better...this is a mad house...[/color]" Diane whispered to Sean, holding her flare gun close to herself for dear, dear protection.