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[color=gray][sub][center][color=#77dd77][b]Location:[/b][/color] Teacher's Lounge -> En Route to Cafeteria -- Group Discussion[/center][/sub][/color]
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[indent][indent][color=gray]The arguing that had been going back and forth with no end in sight became muted sounds in the background, something straight out of Charlie brown. His peripheral blurred as if he had just taken off prescription glasses. His vision tunneled on one sole piece inside the room, the clock. Xan watched as the second hand ticked in place, stuck in an eternal battle between the thirtieth second and the one after. It was weird to think time could be static when it had all but coalesced into one giant jump to his senior year here and now. He’d be lying if he wasn’t wishing for time to actually freeze so they could just get their things and head out in the massive heap of a zombie apocalypse, but unfortunately for them their time was running out.  With his life slipping away he was finally snapped out of his smoldering gaze when they finally came to a consensus to finally leave the teachers lounge. 

The instant he looked away from the clock leaving it behind, the hand started to move again, his imagination? Who knew? A voice he never knew slipped out of him agreeing to make a run for it to the cafeteria with the fearless cheerleader and the softball prodigy. Anything was better than suffocating in a tiny room. His heart throbbed from the adrenaline coursing through his veins causing every surface he touched to reverb the heartbeats in his fingers. Kaylee was the first to speak, suggesting to stop by classrooms along the way. [color=#77dd77]“I don’t think we should grab too many backpacks; it’ll just make it easier for the zombies to latch onto if we get caught”[/color] Xan said sheepishly, trying his best not to alarm any of the statuesque beings surrounding t hem. [color=#77dd77]“Although the other classrooms may have better weapons like the chem lab.”[/color]

Despite food being mostly everyone’s priority, Xan’s was not. It’s not that he didn’t want to eat but rather he was okay not eating. The human body could survive without food from anywhere between a week to several. Water and finding a way out were his main priority and so while the others foraged for food, he foraged his mind for other ideas to increase their chances of making it out. [color=#77dd77]“Maybe we should just stock up on water and grab whatever manageable cans we can carry”[/color] licking his chapped lips in a shaken breath he suggested something else. [color=#77dd77]“Do you think if we managed to kill one of these, we could smell like them and get by easier? You know like find one by itself in a classroom and just close the door behind us.”[/color] Xan knew the risks behind trying such an outlandish idea, but if it worked the pay off would be just as great as the risk. Although inspiring students whom probably haven’t even killed a spider would be hard to rally behind killing a zombified human. 
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