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Hermes rolled his eyes at Carvers insistence to calling his mom. He understood that there was more than likely some protocol that the school had in the event of an attack or a student getting injured, but he was fiiiine. A part of him wondered if he could get them to call another family member. Perhaps his cousin Mandy could stop by if she wasn't too busy. The school would have contacted family and his mother wouldn't have to worry, it was a win-win. He pocketed the idea for later, deciding that it was an issue for when they were actually about to call. He followed behind Hannah, sluggishly limping towards her like a zombie. [Color=67AB6D]”They're coming to get you Hannah, they're coming for you.”[/color]

Hermes joked before hopping back into his normal stride. [Color=67AB6D]”Not wrong. If anything, media has taught us that mega corporations and governments are more than willing to cover up what others believe to be conspiracies. My money's on big corpo having tried to make some sort of super soldier serum and it had devastating drawbacks that created a zombie illness.”[/color] He said, chatting on as they climbed the stairs and made their way into the infirmary. He hoped he didn't catch anything the others had, pulling out a mask from his back pocket and covering his nose and mouth. [Color=67AB6D]”I'm fine really. The blood isn't mine, it's from another student who attacked me. But he didn't land a single mark.”[/color]