[center][h1][color=BA55D3][b]ᴋ ᴀ ʏ ʟ ᴇ ᴇ  ᴊ ᴇ ɴ ɴ ɪ ɴ ɢ ꜱ[/b][/color][/h1][/center][INDENT][sub][hr][/sub][color=#BA55D3][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=gray][I]Teacher's Lounge, Stockbridge Academy[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Date:[/b] [COLOR=gray][I]March 6th, 2019[/I][/COLOR][/right][/SUP][/color][sub][hr][/sub][/indent]
[indent][indent]Kaylee sighed. Being on the same team, she wasn't exactly a stranger to Fitz's ugly side, and was probably one of the few that it had existed. It certainly didn't help her cause when the other girl decided to interject, either. 

[color=BA55D3]"Look. I'm just saying that trying to figure out a plan of action when everyone is on edge won't help us."[/color] Kaylee replied, crossing her arms, as she, too, leaned against the wall. [color=BA55D3]"It doesn't have to be long. Maybe twenty or thirty minutes to let them process things and maybe think of something that can help us. Besides, we're safe in here for the time being, unless you want to tell me that you saw that [i]they[/i] can open locked doors and dismantle barricades."[/color]

[i]They.[/i]

Was it right to refer their former classmates and teachers as something else than human? Were they still alive, just sick with some sort of rabies? No, that couldn't be it. Kaylee wasn't a genius regarding science, but general common sense told her that no one could walk away with having their throat ripped open. Maybe there was a chance if the victim was rushed into surgery right then and there, but even then their survival chance was likely extremely slim. 

They had to be dead, or something other than human. Still, Kaylee shuddered at the thought. She had been trying to put on a brave front, but considering someone who you had known—someone who could've been a friend or even family—a literal monster wasn't exactly so simple.

To avoid dwelling on the subject for much longer, Kaylee took another look around the teacher's lounge. Fitz and a couple other students seemed to have followed the lead of one of the other kids. Despite being friends with just about anyone, Kaylee struggled to put a name to the face, but his idea of seeing what they all had on hand was something that she could agree with. If the world was truly ending, then it was worth pooling what little resources they had together and throw out what they didn't need, like the unwieldy textbooks they had to carry around all day.

As she set aside her textbook and miscellaneous coursework, however, Kaylee came to the conclusion that she had little to offer. If anything, her smartphone was likely the only thing of use, unless they found a vending machine that took bills. Although no one could've predicted everyone turning into bloodthirsty cannibals, Kaylee still mentally kicked herself over it, wishing she had brought her softball dufflebag to school, knowing full well her guards and bat—anything useful towards not being devoured alive—would've been a blessing to have on hand.

By the time Kaylee was finished digging through her belongings, the rest of the group, or at least some of them, were beginning to come to their senses. Whilst the plan Alex spoke of was relatively simple and straightforward, Kaylee felt it was a plan that could work. On the other hand, taking a swig of the alcohol that was offered by Tony, however, was something Kaylee wasn't entirely on board with. Sure, alcohol could calm the nerves, but was chancing being tipsy at a time like this worth taking the risk?

Kaylee didn't think so, but she decided to let the others make their own choice. [color=BA55D3]"None for me, but wouldn't it be best to check on those that need it the most first?"[/color] Kaylee explained, nodding slightly towards the girl who had been digging through the cabinets as a possible start for him. Given that she had practically launched her belongings across the room, the girl was probably in dire need of something to calm the nerves, even if it was bitter alcohol.

[color=BA55D3]"As for the table, I don't think anyone has a screwdriver on them. Shop class probably has some, but I doubt we could get there right now. Though, couldn't we just use a coin to unscrew it from the table? All we have to do is get the screw to turn and come loose, right? Unless the legs are welded to other parts of the desk like the ones in our classrooms."[/color][/indent][/indent]
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