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((Collab Post))
[Irene & Matt]

A scream pierces the air. You look wide-eyed at Matt and state urgently, “We should go help.” You reach for his wrist.

“You don’t need to drag me!” Matt says back with an indignant huff. He grips his spear and runs toward the source of the noise.

Irene grins at Matt’s response, “But it’s fun!” She follows closely behind Matt.

He turns the corner to find a cluster of zombies pushing their way into the chem room.

Once Irene stumbles on the same view she asks, “How do you want to tackle this? There are quite a few of them.”

“I’ll kill them, and if I get tired, you can kill some.”

“This suspiciously sounds like Sword Art Online right now. Except it’s “‘Spear and Sword, with The Occasional Baseball Bat Art Online’. But sure.”

“I wish. Then I’d be gaining experience for all of these kills.” Matt takes a step forward and slams his spear down on the zombie at the door, carving deep into its head. He pulls the blade back with a slick squish as the zombies focus on the new threat.

“Hey, I wish it was a game too-- I’d be broken OP in it. But it was a death game too, remember? And my personality in games would not be helpful to anyone else,” Irene remarks calmly, watching Matt kill a zombie in front of him.

“This is basically a death game, except you don’t get stronger after killing things.” Matt responds as he forces a zombie backwards with a thrust to the chest, knocking and pushing back the others behind it.

“You don’t want this to be a game. What would happen is similar to what I do in Super Smash Brothers. Kill my own teammates before I kill the enemy,” Irene replies, narrowing her eyes.

“That’s only if friendly fire is off.” Matt retorts, stabbing a zombie through the face.

“But you know me, I always play with friendly fire on. And in the real world, there is no friendly fire protection.”

“You know, I’m getting uncomfortable with you behind me while we talk about this.” Matt crushes a third zombie’s skull into the wall with a horizontal swing before backing up.

“You don’t trust me? And don’t worry, I don’t think of real life as a game so everyone should be fine. You’re also one of the few people I’d probably never hurt either so...yeah.”

“Okay?” Preoccupied, Matt lunges forward and pierces the skull of a fourth zombie.

Irene sighs and shakes her head. Wow, he’s dense. “You seem to be on a roll though,” she comments.

“Even if this isn’t a game, it’s still fun.” Matt replies, struggling to pull his spear back out, which was stuck fast in the corpse. Seeing the remaining zombies approaching, he gives up and uses a knife to kill the rest, angling the spear and corpse like a barrier.

“Nice job, although I was worried when your spear got stuck. And I don’t know. Is it fun to always have your life in danger? Where everyone you care about can die--or even worse, become a zombie and attack you? That’s not my definition of fun.”

“I find it fun. It’s a thrill.”

“Is it also because you enjoy testing out your abilities? Because normally, it probably wouldn’t be socially acceptable to see how easily or well you can kill someone. But the zombies here are the perfect targets.”

“Sure.”

“Alright then.” Interesting… Irene walks over to the classroom and knocks on the door lightly. “We’ve come to help, let us in please.”
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[Irene & Matt]

As you got closer to the stairwell, you spy a Matt. Covered in blood. Hope none of that is his...It'd be problematic if he died right now. Just a bit. Seeing several zombies attacking him, you rush over to help. "Are you okay?" you ask Matt.

“Yeah, just a bit tired. Those zombies are a higher level.”

You're relieved to hear that Matt wasn't injured. "How are they higher level? This isn't some sort of videogame."

“Adults are among the students, probably from outside. We should come back with more people. I think the explosion happened by the parking lot, knocking out the power and allowing zombies to get in.”

"That would make sense. How many more people do you think we'd need?"

“Two or three fighters, and one or two to seal up the exit.”

"We could also create a distraction to lessen the amount of zombies we have to face. They seem to be responsive to noise and the prospect of easy prey."

“We’ll have to eventually kill off all of the zombies in here though. More zombies running around will just lead to more work later. Hmm but sealing up the building takes priority.
...
Who will be the decoy?”

"We could grab a person that's dying, shove them outside of the breach, and that'll attract some of the zombies in the school outside again." Wow Irene, just a minute earlier you were upset about that kid and now you're suggesting this?
This is for the sake of our survival. And it's not like anyone could save them at that point. I'm just making best use of resources.
Since when were humans lives merely
resources? You don't have the right to force them to do anything.
I'm not forcing them to do anything. It's their choice in the end.
You know very well what you're actually doing.
It's a necessity at this point.
You disgust me.


“That might just bring more of them inside. Also, we can’t even get to the breach, there are still zombies down there.

As if to prove his point, a zombie clumsily appears on the landing and begins to climb the MST stairs.

Hiding her internal struggle, Irene replied, "We could unlatch a window in one of the classrooms and throw the decoy out. That would attract them." You were never able to decide whether the mind or heart was more important. And this is what happens when you can't. Grimacing slightly, Irene walks over to the zombie and roughly shoves it with her shield, sending it toppling down the first set of stairs.

“That’ll work. I’m not sure everyone will be willing to go along with that though. And it’ll make things harder with the others if they find out.”

"I can probably get us a volunteer. That way less people will object." So he cares more about appearances than the actual actions themselves..

“Who the heck would volunteer for that?”

"Don't worry about that. I think you forgot about my manipulation skills."

“Alright. Let’s go gather what we need then. We need to use the elevator to get the supplies for sealing the doors downstairs, but the power’s out.
...
Ugh I guess we’d have to carry it down then.”

"Should I accompany you? It's probably better if we stick together from here on out rather than me wandering and acting independently."

“I suppose. I don’t want to let any more zombies come up from there though.”

"Who will guard the stairwell? My stamina is pretty bad."

“Hmm Kate could. I’ll ask her to.”

"Alright, let's go and get those supplies. And if we find a critically injured person, let me deal with them."
[Irene]

You open your eyes to the sight of the ceiling above. It had been a while since you've had this much time to think and not actively planning, preparing, or fighting against the freak zombie outbreak. I should plan accordingly to the future though. Move forward without regrets and such. Meaning...I'll have to say that to him. Fun. But it's better to be rejected than to live life wondering what could have been. Your stomach growls. I should probably go to the cafeteria and find something to eat. You inwardly sigh at all the random things you have to take care of and re-equip all of your armor and weaponry.

Once you make your way out of the auditorium, you speed past the initial two zombies in the blue room and slam into a third in the hallway leading to the lobby. The zombie flies back several feet and you nimbly step around it and continue racing towards the cafeteria. You hear plea for help from behind you from a student exiting the band hallway and being pursued by a horde of zombies. You glare at the idiotic student, presumably an underclassman with no common sense whatsoever, I can't deal with that amount of zombies right now. You take a quick second to examine him and notice scratches and wounds all over his body. Even if I did help, he wouldn't survive. Facing him, you brandish your katana and say coldly, "Go back to the Ninth Grade hallway. Or I'll end you here and now. Humans are easier to kill than zombies you know." The underclassmen's eyes widen at your threat and quickly switches directions, drawing most of the horde away from you. Two or three zombies still pursue you, but at least it wasn't the eight or so that followed that kid. You outpace the shambling zombies with ease and accidentally overshot the cafeteria a bit since you were somewhat uneasy at your actions before. In the end, he was going to die eventually. There was nothing I could've done to save him. Nothing at all. You shake your head sadly at the thought. But noises coming from the MST stairwell jolt you out of your thoughts. Sounds like someone fighting...I should probably go check that out.
Yusssssss. Revival time!
[Irene]

You cautiously peek out into the hallway and find nothing but zombies. Wonderful. Who doesn't want to fight a bunch of zombies this early in the day? Inwardly sighing, you draw out your katana from the sheath and face the closest zombie. You barrel into it shield first, knocking it down, and stab it through the eye with your sword. You dodge past several other zombies and slice through their calf muscles from behind. Unable to sustain their own weight any longer, the zombies collapse onto the ground. You know, as long as an idiot doesn't walk right into them, they're fairly harmless just on the ground. Although... Spying a zombie crawl towards you, you decide to try to kill a zombie through decapitation for once. Steadying your arms, you swing downwards viciously and sever half of the zombie's neck. You frown and then try again--and are rewarded with the sight of a zombie head rolling on the floor.It's still probably better if I killed them all. Cause an idiot can get us all killed in these types of situations. And what a situation it is, you think dryly. Switching to your aluminum baseball bat, you dispatch the remaining zombies with blows to the skull. You notice very few zombies lurking in the blue room and just skirt around them, not bothering to kill them. You take the same path you did the first time to get up on the catwalks again, locking any doors you pass through behind you.

You take off your armor and set down your weapons, no need to be on alert up here--the zombies couldn't reach you after all. But the view from the catwalks never gets old. It's exhilarating up here, especially considering your fear of heights. You gaze below at the auditorium, Still no zombies around. Good thing no one has really given them a reason to come here. You yawn and decide to lie down and rest for a while, vaguely wondering how Matt and the others were doing.
[Irene]

You get to work, cutting out strips of cloth using the shirts you had acquired earlier. Then you apply a strong glue to the top of the handle and begin laying down the cloth in a methodical manner, alternating colors. The result is a spiraling pattern of blue and black. Picking up the katana, you admire the increased comfort. The only problem was a lack of a guard now--it would be bad if you accidentally cut yourself on your own weapon after all. But there's nothing you can do about that, really. Unless... You spy a paper plate and idea forms in your mind. You pick it up and start trimming it down with scissors. Afterwards, you poke a hole in the middle and widen it little by little. Checking the fit, you find that the hole just needs to be a teensy bit wider. Making the appropriate adjustments, you begin securing the flimsy circular cutout with duct tape. A vast quantity of duct tape. Once you're done, you now have a guard made of duct tape, using the paper plate as a template. You check the stability of it by roughly shoving upwards against it. The duct tape guard withstands the impact quite well and you smile. Now your makeshift katana is finally complete! You briefly imagine the Legend of Zelda music for opening chests at this accomplishment. But I should get a move on... Wanting to go up to the catwalk again, you gather your things and prepare to fight the zombies outside.
[Irene]

You look down at Ben and nonchalantly put on all of your equipment.
"Because it was amusing. Well, I'm going to go try tackling the zombies in the auditorium so...bye for now."
Giving a Ben a devious grin as you leave the room, you start walking towards the auditorium. Just as you expected, the number of zombies have replenished overnight and you cut down five of them with your new sword in the band hallway alone, ignoring the ones farther behind you.
This is a lot easier to use than the spear...
You discover seven more lurking around in the lobby and kill four of them with stabs through the eye or ear. And then go down to the hallway leading to the blue room to find... three zombies. Somewhat exasperated, you dispatch them almost effortlessly and then just maneuver around the zombies in the blue room to reach the auditorium. Opening the auditorium doors, you just find that two or three zombies are wandering around aimlessly inside. After all, there was no reason for them to come here in the first place. Making your way to the stairwell on the left side of the stage, you unlock the door and go up. You reach the catwalk for the first time. Warily walking on them, you look down. It would not be pleasant to accidentally fall--but you shake that idea out of your mind. You find the door leading to the prop room and open it.

You look around, there are many costumes. You pick out a royal blue shirt and a black shirt. Inwardly cursing at the fact that you forgot to bring scissors and glue, you just take the clothes and chill on the catwalk a bit. It is an interesting view after all. People could stay and be safe from zombies here. After several minutes, you decide to make your way back to the shop. Climbing down the stairs and locking the door behind you, you take the exit leading to the hallway perpendicular to the drama hallway. Since you are absolutely sick of killing zombies right now, you just kill the two zombies to your immediate left and right and just sprint around the rest, using your shield to knock down several zombies in your way. Upon reaching the shop, you quickly unlock and lock the door and slip inside.
[Irene]

Seeing Ben's reaction makes you laugh. A lot.
"Guess someone's too wound up."
And continue laughing some more. Some humor is good in these dark kinds of situations.
[Irene]

You wake up and check the time--9:00 a.m. You groggily get up and almost instantly regret it, you're sore all over. Groaning, you make your way to the food stash in the health room and start eating and drink a whole bottle of water. Afterwards, you utilize the bathroom facility. You find some anti-bacterial wipes and clean your hands and face with those. You feel slightly more refreshed and awake and return to the main room. For the first time, you notice Ben sleeping on one of the beds.
He never left the health room? Wow.
Feeling somewhat mischievous, you decide to try to wake him up and shake his shoulders vigorously.
[Irene]

You wake up, probably due to the very uncomfortable surface you've been sleeping on. You check your watch again-- 3:00 a.m.
This is going to be a long night...Need to find somewhere better to sleep.
Peeking out the door, you see that zombies have returned roaming the hallway--fairly spread out though. Your arms feel somewhat sore, due to all the swinging, stabbing, and sanding you did today. You grab all of your equipment and raise your shield in front of you. Gripping the baseball bat, you quietly open the door and step out. A zombie to your far left spots you and begins shuffling over. You brace yourself and begin sprinting for the health room, knocking away any zombies that block your path with your shield. And when there were too many, you knocked them out with your bat--but didn't bother to kill them. Reaching the health room, you quickly unlock and lock it and rush inside. Breathing heavily, you unload all of your weapons, but keep your newly made sword beside you within reach. Worn out from today's events, you collapse on the bed and fall asleep.
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