Becker
Location: School
Skills: N/A
Becker’s mind raced as she absorbed Dave’s message. National Guard being mobilized? This was escalating fast. She took a deep breath and looked around, assessing the chaotic scene.
Just then, a loud scream pierced the air. Becker's head snapped towards the sound, eyes widening as she saw the zombified coach and Elio causing chaos. Officers had their weapons drawn, but the two weren't responding to commands, instead continuing their attack on the students.
"Stay behind me!" Becker called out to Kaitlyn and the others as she positioned herself defensively. She quickly assessed the situation, seeing the students being herded behind the officers.
"Alright, stay focused," she muttered to herself, then turned to Kaitlyn.
"Stay with the teachers and help manage the students. Keep everyone calm and as far back as possible," she instructed.
She quickly moved towards the officers, who were trying to control the situation with the zombified coach and Elio, and saw the fear and confusion in the officers' eyes.
"We need to contain them without risking the students," she said, her voice firm. She grabbed a nearby megaphone from one of the officers and addressed the crowd of students and teachers.
"Everyone, stay calm and move back in an orderly fashion! Help each other and follow the officers' instructions!" She handed the megaphone back and joined the officers, assisting in directing the flow of people away from the immediate danger. As the crowd began to move, Becker scanned the area, ensuring that no one was left behind and that the injured were being properly attended to. Her heart raced, but her mind remained focused on the task at hand, knowing that their safety depended on clear-headed actions.
Becker glanced back at Kaitlyn and the teachers, ensuring they were managing the evacuation.
"And someone find out where the National Guard is supposed to come in from. We need all the help we can get."As she stood there, the gravity of the situation weighed on her, but she couldn’t help a wry thought from slipping in.
"Next time I’m going to listen to my gut and call in sick."