Yami wasn't near the others, although he heard the remnants of their conversation. While he wasn't the smartest, academically, he, arguably, had the most street smarts in the entire school, and he was definitely one of the most creative teenagers in the Academy. While the others were talking about buses, and how to drive them, Yami walked over to the nearest edge of the roof. Around a few dozen feet or so from his current perch, and this was just an estimation, around three buses rested comfortably in the parking lot, amongst a festering pile of rotten undead corpses, Two of the buses had smoke drifting from the hood, but one of them seemed perfect - a large, sleek yellow schoolbus. Although it seemed to have a zombie driver drifting around on the inside.
"Hm..." Grabbing his pile of rope, Yami bent near the edge of the roof and grabbed a water pipe that wrapped around the school. With a sharp tug, it was broken off, and Yami bent it at a hook angle, tying a strong, sturdy knot around the pipe and allowing the rope to drift downwards, onto the concrete ground. Four zombies drifted around the rope, biting the rough brown material, and Yami glanced back, ready to tell the others that he was about to go down and hotwire 'that shit'....only to notice a girl walk out...only in a bra and a torn, bloodied skirt.
"I just know I look a fright an that unfortunately I have acquired an aroma but none of that can be helped.
Does anyone have even the slightest idea just what the hell is going on?"
Yami frowned, looking back at his rope, and speaking rather loudly, "Why the Hell did you let a zombie strip you? Furthermore, shut up while I figure this out." The aggressive boy tightened the knot, before returning his gaze over to Nakamura and the other grouplings.
"I'm going down there and hijacking a bus. I need someone who can drive. And fast."