vanovick[Matt]
You enter the media center and greet Alicia and Ben, then tell them of the materials you brought to MST up, as well as show off your new spear.
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[Matt]
Lunch break over, you pull aside the wood blocking the shop doors and cautiously push your heaping cart into the hallway. Zombies wouldn't be too much of an obstacle, you were more worried about them knocking the cart over and wasting a lot of your time. You wheel the cart quickly down clear hallways and push cautiously around corners. Stright down the drama hallway, left at the end and then right at the art room, straight down past the 9th grade hallway and Humanities area to MST. You encounter only a single zombie along the way, and only have to pause briefly to deal with it. The spear performs wonderfully, splitting the zombie's skull with one powerful thrust. Precision wasn't necessary when your weapon and strength was enough for a fatal blow. You saw some scared students along the way and directed them to the media center. You figured it was as safe a place as any.
Finally at MST, you park the cart in front of the currently useless elevator. The zombies wouldn't touch the cart, and there was no real reason for students or teachers to be messing with a cart piled high with wood. The power tools were at the bottom of the cart, hidden from sight. All that's left is to gather people to help close the breach and we should finally be secure. You begin to walk toward the media center once more.
2:00pm
Lunch break over, you pull aside the wood blocking the shop doors and cautiously push your heaping cart into the hallway. Zombies wouldn't be too much of an obstacle, you were more worried about them knocking the cart over and wasting a lot of your time. You wheel the cart quickly down clear hallways and push cautiously around corners. Stright down the drama hallway, left at the end and then right at the art room, straight down past the 9th grade hallway and Humanities area to MST. You encounter only a single zombie along the way, and only have to pause briefly to deal with it. The spear performs wonderfully, splitting the zombie's skull with one powerful thrust. Precision wasn't necessary when your weapon and strength was enough for a fatal blow. You saw some scared students along the way and directed them to the media center. You figured it was as safe a place as any.
Finally at MST, you park the cart in front of the currently useless elevator. The zombies wouldn't touch the cart, and there was no real reason for students or teachers to be messing with a cart piled high with wood. The power tools were at the bottom of the cart, hidden from sight. All that's left is to gather people to help close the breach and we should finally be secure. You begin to walk toward the media center once more.
2:00pm
[Matt]
As you pile stuff onto the cart, your mind wanders. I wonder what it would be like to kill someone. I don't know if I could do it. I think I could, but I haven't tested myself. In books, movies, and interviews of soldiers, they've all said that the act of killing a man is unforgettable, that it changed them somehow. Would it change me? How would I change... Would I even be able to do it? It's pretty cliche but I guess possible for me to hesitate right before I kill someone. I didn't feel anything killing zombies, but they were already dead, so it can't count. I don't wanna die because I hesitated in the heat of things, and I'm probably going to have to kill in the future. Best to be prepared for it.... It'll probably be a huge rush. People say there's nothing more exciting than the feeling of killing a man, but that's probably exaggerated. I'll have out in a safe way. A situation where I'm not fighting for my life or staring down the barrel of a gun. One of the students around here maybe? If they were alone, and I said they turned and came after me... It would be self-defense, and no one can really do a thing about it anyways. If I see a straggler I don't know, I'll do it. Test myself, prepare myself for what's to come.
All necessary supplies heaped up on the cart, you sit down and have a late lunch.
As you pile stuff onto the cart, your mind wanders. I wonder what it would be like to kill someone. I don't know if I could do it. I think I could, but I haven't tested myself. In books, movies, and interviews of soldiers, they've all said that the act of killing a man is unforgettable, that it changed them somehow. Would it change me? How would I change... Would I even be able to do it? It's pretty cliche but I guess possible for me to hesitate right before I kill someone. I didn't feel anything killing zombies, but they were already dead, so it can't count. I don't wanna die because I hesitated in the heat of things, and I'm probably going to have to kill in the future. Best to be prepared for it.... It'll probably be a huge rush. People say there's nothing more exciting than the feeling of killing a man, but that's probably exaggerated. I'll have out in a safe way. A situation where I'm not fighting for my life or staring down the barrel of a gun. One of the students around here maybe? If they were alone, and I said they turned and came after me... It would be self-defense, and no one can really do a thing about it anyways. If I see a straggler I don't know, I'll do it. Test myself, prepare myself for what's to come.
All necessary supplies heaped up on the cart, you sit down and have a late lunch.
Of course, the outside world hasn’t just stopped in the meantime. Parents worried about their children; while local, state, and national government flew into a frenzy formulating a response. Military and police were scrambled, and all of this took time. Most parents were caught out of the house and away from their home and local school, making the rescue of their beloved children immensely difficult. Those that were at home found themselves trapped within the house or unable to traverse the roads due to abandoned cars and the ever-hungry living dead.
Eventually, however, one group persevered.
~1:45 am~
A hastily armored Hummer roars across the grass by the football field, bypassing the snarls of cars that failed to escape. It cuts through and pushes back cars and zombies alike and slows down near the front of the school, where a large mass of zombies milled by the doors. Out from the windows and from the top of the hummer, gunmen start shooting the zombies with precision, aiming for headshots and taking their time. The louds rings of repeated gunshots attracts the attention of the mass of zombies. Their numbers only barely reduced by the repetitive cracks of rifles, the horde of several dozen zombies are irresistibly drawn toward the bright flashes, sharp snaps, and rumbling originating from the Hummer, and they approach as one. The vehicle slowly rolls away, barely outpacing the horde and continuing to slowly wear down their numbers.
Keeping a close eye on his surroundings, the driver switches on his radio and mutters. “Part One worked, we’ve attracted nearly all of them at the front. The front is clear, goodluck.”
A moment later, the driver gets two clicks in response, the signal for affirmative.
The driver revs the engine of the Hummer and pulls away at a faster pace while the gunmen fire more frequently.
Under the cover of the intense auditory assault of the Hummer, a small group of adults, dressed head to toe in makeshift protection and carrying silent weapons such as axes and knives, quickly sneaks to the front of the school, swiftly and noiselessly eliminating and stragglers they meet. Once at the front, they climb up the window to the top pane of glass and smash it, then, after clearing the glass away, climb through. The breaking of the window went mostly unheard by the zombies, but a few at the back of the horde turned around to go back for the adults on foot.
By the time the zombies reached the doors again however, the adults were all inside safely, and the zombies were unable to climb up to the window. The frustrated undead pounded uselessly on the glass as the group of adults slip deeper into the school.
Team 2 Members:
6’8, a big and burly looking older looking man, wearing a thick, old, and tattered-looking green coat partially patched with duct tape and black pants. Carrying a bloody fireaxe and a slightly dented aluminum baseball bat. A navy blue backpack is slung over his back.
6’5, a security guard his late 30’s, wielding a baton and a knife with a handgun holstered.
5’8, a dashing young man in a police officer uniform. Holstered handgun, and 2 nightsticks.
5’4, a muscular woman appearing to be in her early 40’s, carrying a blood-stained shinai (bamboo kendo sword). Wearing a tanktop and yogapants.
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[Matt]
You see Philip dragging Sam along with him and make a tactical retreat. Basically, you pretend you didn’t see them. Sorry Philip, but I don’t feel like taking care of someone thats probably going to die soon anyways, and it’d be awkward to explain why I can't afford to waste medical treatment on him.
Turning away and throwing your gear over your shoulder, you hurry out the other set of doors and head toward the drama area. You pick up a music stand along the way and break the base and head off, leaving you with just the sturdy meter long pole.
No zombies huh? I guess I was lucky that I didn’t find any.[/i] You arrive at the shop and bar the large metal doors with some random nearby wooden structure, then clamp a knife from your backpack in one of the table clamps. A few solid hits with a hammer and the handle of the knife breaks of cleanly, leaving you with the metal tang only. You insert the metal tang into the end of the pole, then clamp the end of the pole in the clamp and force the clamp closed with every ounce of strength you possessed. You keep forcing the clamp until it simply wont shut and further, having compressed all available space between the pole and the tang. Chest heaving with exertion, you collapse to the floor and lean against the table to catch your breath before getting back up to inspect your work. You unwind the clamp and pick up the spear, swinging it around curiously.
Feels pretty solid. The blade isn't sliding or shifting at all. I can use this. You then sigh, realizing that you should probably gather up the materials to take them back to the breach. There were carts for moving heavy objects nearby, but it would still be a drag. All this work to do... I guess I should do it though, if I want it to get done the fastest. You begin the arduous process of piling materials onto a cart to take to MST down. Sequestered at the far end of the school and enclosed in the shop, you fail to hear the gunshots from the front of the school.
Eventually, however, one group persevered.
~1:45 am~
A hastily armored Hummer roars across the grass by the football field, bypassing the snarls of cars that failed to escape. It cuts through and pushes back cars and zombies alike and slows down near the front of the school, where a large mass of zombies milled by the doors. Out from the windows and from the top of the hummer, gunmen start shooting the zombies with precision, aiming for headshots and taking their time. The louds rings of repeated gunshots attracts the attention of the mass of zombies. Their numbers only barely reduced by the repetitive cracks of rifles, the horde of several dozen zombies are irresistibly drawn toward the bright flashes, sharp snaps, and rumbling originating from the Hummer, and they approach as one. The vehicle slowly rolls away, barely outpacing the horde and continuing to slowly wear down their numbers.
Keeping a close eye on his surroundings, the driver switches on his radio and mutters. “Part One worked, we’ve attracted nearly all of them at the front. The front is clear, goodluck.”
A moment later, the driver gets two clicks in response, the signal for affirmative.
The driver revs the engine of the Hummer and pulls away at a faster pace while the gunmen fire more frequently.
Under the cover of the intense auditory assault of the Hummer, a small group of adults, dressed head to toe in makeshift protection and carrying silent weapons such as axes and knives, quickly sneaks to the front of the school, swiftly and noiselessly eliminating and stragglers they meet. Once at the front, they climb up the window to the top pane of glass and smash it, then, after clearing the glass away, climb through. The breaking of the window went mostly unheard by the zombies, but a few at the back of the horde turned around to go back for the adults on foot.
By the time the zombies reached the doors again however, the adults were all inside safely, and the zombies were unable to climb up to the window. The frustrated undead pounded uselessly on the glass as the group of adults slip deeper into the school.
Team 2 Members:
6’8, a big and burly looking older looking man, wearing a thick, old, and tattered-looking green coat partially patched with duct tape and black pants. Carrying a bloody fireaxe and a slightly dented aluminum baseball bat. A navy blue backpack is slung over his back.
6’5, a security guard his late 30’s, wielding a baton and a knife with a handgun holstered.
5’8, a dashing young man in a police officer uniform. Holstered handgun, and 2 nightsticks.
5’4, a muscular woman appearing to be in her early 40’s, carrying a blood-stained shinai (bamboo kendo sword). Wearing a tanktop and yogapants.
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[Matt]
You see Philip dragging Sam along with him and make a tactical retreat. Basically, you pretend you didn’t see them. Sorry Philip, but I don’t feel like taking care of someone thats probably going to die soon anyways, and it’d be awkward to explain why I can't afford to waste medical treatment on him.
Turning away and throwing your gear over your shoulder, you hurry out the other set of doors and head toward the drama area. You pick up a music stand along the way and break the base and head off, leaving you with just the sturdy meter long pole.
No zombies huh? I guess I was lucky that I didn’t find any.[/i] You arrive at the shop and bar the large metal doors with some random nearby wooden structure, then clamp a knife from your backpack in one of the table clamps. A few solid hits with a hammer and the handle of the knife breaks of cleanly, leaving you with the metal tang only. You insert the metal tang into the end of the pole, then clamp the end of the pole in the clamp and force the clamp closed with every ounce of strength you possessed. You keep forcing the clamp until it simply wont shut and further, having compressed all available space between the pole and the tang. Chest heaving with exertion, you collapse to the floor and lean against the table to catch your breath before getting back up to inspect your work. You unwind the clamp and pick up the spear, swinging it around curiously.
Feels pretty solid. The blade isn't sliding or shifting at all. I can use this. You then sigh, realizing that you should probably gather up the materials to take them back to the breach. There were carts for moving heavy objects nearby, but it would still be a drag. All this work to do... I guess I should do it though, if I want it to get done the fastest. You begin the arduous process of piling materials onto a cart to take to MST down. Sequestered at the far end of the school and enclosed in the shop, you fail to hear the gunshots from the front of the school.
[Matt & Kate]
He starts to move forward to help Philip, then stops himself, then starts again, then changes his mind again. This continues for the painful twenty seconds Philip takes to beat the zombie to death. I, I guess he's got it? I really should just give him a knife... Matt thinks.
"Good job!" Matt almost feel like clapping when his friend finally finishes with the zombie and stands up. "Here, take this knife, it might serve you better than that flail, and it cant hurt to have a sidearm." He hands a knife to Philip before turning to Irene.
"I was going to check in with Kate before meeting up with everyone at the Media Center. Did you see Travis and Alici-" Matt’s phone vibrates while you're speaking, and he answers upon seeing Kate was calling.
"Kate? I was just about to check on you. Are you still in the closet?”
She let out a sigh of relief as he answered, very glad that he wasn’t a zombie.
“Yeah. I have no idea where anyone, anything, or I am. No zombies in earshot, thank god. I fell asleep.” She said wryly, rolling her eyes at her own recklessness. And also in more than slight wonder that she’d actually been able to fall asleep.
“I guess stress will do that to you haha. I went outside to kill zombies, met up with Travis and Irene, and saved Alicia and Sam from zombies. Oh, and the explosion we all heard probably happened downstairs. It looks like the zombies are coming in from there, and also where the power is. Wait, why am I even calling you, I’m right outside the closet!” Matt fishes his keys out of his pocket and fumbles with the lock on the door.
“Wait what really?” She walks over to the door and opens it, ending the call.
“Sup.”
“Welp.” Matt pulls the keys out and pockets them. “Hiya.” He grins, not sure what to do.
She smiles and grabs her backpack, slinging it on her back. “Man, I’m just helpless here. Really should’ve taken the time to figure out how to get around this place. Or at least get a map.” She picks up her weapon, and gives Matt a hug. “Thanks for finding me.”
“No problem.” He smiles back. “Sorry if I got any blood on you.” Matt says, looking down at the dried bloodstains covering his hoodie.
“Eh, it’s fine. Would’ve gotten blood on my clothes anyway.” She replies, pulling back and tilting her microphone stand spear whateverthehellweaponshe’sholding over her shoulder.
“So, WH4T NOW?”
“Hang on lemme duck inside first actually.” Matt hurriedly shuffles inside the closet and closes the door behind them. “I don’t like the thought of our food being exposed. Also, I need to repair my armor, and I don't wanna have it off when a zombie comes by.” Matt explains, unloading the loot he had brought as well. Three iPhones and an android phone come out, as well as car keys and two knives, a kitchen knife and a meat cleaver.
“My spear broke during the fighting, so I’ll have to make a new weapon somehow. The phones are so we have spares, and the keys are for the parking lot if we ever manage to make it out there safely. I took them off of zombies.” He takes out duct tape and begins repairing.
“Yeah, ok.” She nods and lets him in, then starts digging through the loot as he unloads it, nabbing an iphone and the kitchen knife, sticking the phone in her back pocket and digging through her backpack for a roll of duct tape with which to tape the knife to her microphone stand. “I think I might want to get a better thing than this soon, it’s only mediocre.” She said, dissatisfied with her weapon of choice, and nodding in acknowledgement of the reasoning and source of the phones, knives, and keys.
“It’d be great if we could stop by Kendall’s to get real blades.” Matt says wistfully, referring to the HomeDepot-esque store only a 10-15 minutes walk away from the school at the village center.
“...Is there a window or something overlooking the direction toward Kendall’s?” Kate asked, brain already ticking.
“No, you can’t see it from here, too many trees in the way.” He responds.
“Dammit.” She muttered, chewing on her lip and trying to think of a way to get there.
“I wonder how much faster than a zombie I am…” She muttered under her breath.
“We could probably slip past the crowds of zombies, but it’d be risky, we’d get tired eventually, and the crowd that we slipped past would still be following us, maybe even attracting more. I dunno how we’ll get there...”
“I hate to bring this up, but… Decoy?” She said, grimacing at the prospect. Then she shook her head. “No, no… There has to be some other way.”
Should I tell her about the plans for Sam? I don’t know if she’ll agree to it, but she’ll have to find out eventually anyway. “About that... Sam is infected and badly wounded. So he’s agreed to be our decoy for us when we try to seal up the breach.”
“...”
She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. She shook her head slightly, closing her eyes. Kate, come on… Sympathy isn’t gonna do any good here… She thought, trying and failing to convince herself that it wasn’t that bad.
Matt frowns and looks away, finishing up his duct tape repairs. “Anyway, we should exchange numbers on these new phones, so we can call each other even if one of our phones is broken somehow. #BackUpsAreImportant”
She nods, pulling the phone out and spending a few minutes fiddling with it trying to break the passcode. She luckily gets it before it locks, barely, and then spends another few minutes attempting to find the number of the phone itself. “Did you really just use a hashtag in real life.”
“Hmm? What hashtag?” Matt glares at the iPhone, which was proving resilient to his attempts to unlock it, and starts on the other iPhone instead. To his delight, it didn’t even have a passcode on it. They exchanges numbers with the new phones.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She said, making the ಠ_ಠ face at him.
“Did you just make a ಠ_ಠ face at me?” Matt makes a >.> face.
“How in the world did you even pronounce that? Never mind, I don’t want to know.” She asked, ending in a mutter.
Matt chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh, its near lunch time actually. Time for some provisions.” He reaches under the tarp covering their cart and eats his fill. Can’t forget to eat.
“Oh, it is?” She asks with surprise, checking her watch. “Huh. I’m not even hungry.” She said, grabbing a clementine and peeling it, eating it quickly.
“I guess I’ll just stuff some noms in my backpack for later.” She said, grabbing a bag of doritos, a package of beef jerky, and an apple, and stuck them in her backpack.
Matt does the same, and in the end his backpack is filled with water, food, some medical supplies, duct tape, and knives.
Kate grabs some water bottles too, including the one she’d been drinking on, after taking another sip out of it. Duh, silly girl. Gotta stay hydrated.
Matt, after seeing Kate take a sip of water, drinks some water himself. Can’t forget to drink stuff either.
...
For some reason I feel like we should be drinking wine instead...
...We can get some at the spirits store at the VC, I don’t think adults will be caring much about underaged drinking at this point.
She looks over at Matt, wondering was on his mind.
“Whatcha thinkin’?”
“Oh nothin’. Just that with societal laws collapsing and whatnot, we can drink and no one can tell us we can’t!” Matts exclaimscreamsays
“Hmm that is true.” She replies, screwing her face up at a memory involving fermented pineapple. “Not sure I’d necessarily want to, though.”
“I don't know if we’ll live long enough to be legally able to try, so might as well try it now I figure.”
“I think securing a safe place is a good idea before we start partying it up.” She says wryly.
“Truuuue.” Matt laughs. “We should probably go do that now. Ready?” Matt stands up and looks at Kate.
“Thought you’d never ask.” She says with a grin, standing up as well and grabbing her microphonestandthing.
“Then let’s be off! I feel like I should say something epic, or cliche, before we leave, but I can’t think of anything...”
“Eh. You don’t need to gank someone else’s words to be awesome.” She says with a smile, punching him gently in the arm.
Matt grins and nudges her back, lightly. “We’ll leave our mark in all the zombie bodies we’re leaving around the school then haha. (Not gonna clean those up >.>)”
“Sounds like a plan. And I’ll probably end up singing the whole damn time, because I can’t stop getting songs FUCKING STUCK IN MY HEAD.” She said, making a frustrated growling noise.
“Language, Kate.” Matt gives her a mock stern glare.
She gives him an extremely exaggerated eyeroll in return. “Dammit, Mattquius!” She said, and couldn’t help but chuckle at her own bad pun.
Matt chuckles as well. “Okay we’ve wasted more than enough time already, like seriously, we could probably sit around punning all day...”
“Oh, I’m sure we could. But I agree, let’s get going.” She said, opening the door after ascertaining that the tarp was back over the food cart.
“Looks clear to me.” Matt notes.
Together, they head out toward the media center assuming Irene and Philip were no longer there.
“So, where are we going, exactly?” She asked, eyes darting about, on the lookout for zombies.
“The media center! Where everyone else should be, provided ((they arent right in front of us.))
He starts to move forward to help Philip, then stops himself, then starts again, then changes his mind again. This continues for the painful twenty seconds Philip takes to beat the zombie to death. I, I guess he's got it? I really should just give him a knife... Matt thinks.
"Good job!" Matt almost feel like clapping when his friend finally finishes with the zombie and stands up. "Here, take this knife, it might serve you better than that flail, and it cant hurt to have a sidearm." He hands a knife to Philip before turning to Irene.
"I was going to check in with Kate before meeting up with everyone at the Media Center. Did you see Travis and Alici-" Matt’s phone vibrates while you're speaking, and he answers upon seeing Kate was calling.
"Kate? I was just about to check on you. Are you still in the closet?”
She let out a sigh of relief as he answered, very glad that he wasn’t a zombie.
“Yeah. I have no idea where anyone, anything, or I am. No zombies in earshot, thank god. I fell asleep.” She said wryly, rolling her eyes at her own recklessness. And also in more than slight wonder that she’d actually been able to fall asleep.
“I guess stress will do that to you haha. I went outside to kill zombies, met up with Travis and Irene, and saved Alicia and Sam from zombies. Oh, and the explosion we all heard probably happened downstairs. It looks like the zombies are coming in from there, and also where the power is. Wait, why am I even calling you, I’m right outside the closet!” Matt fishes his keys out of his pocket and fumbles with the lock on the door.
“Wait what really?” She walks over to the door and opens it, ending the call.
“Sup.”
“Welp.” Matt pulls the keys out and pockets them. “Hiya.” He grins, not sure what to do.
She smiles and grabs her backpack, slinging it on her back. “Man, I’m just helpless here. Really should’ve taken the time to figure out how to get around this place. Or at least get a map.” She picks up her weapon, and gives Matt a hug. “Thanks for finding me.”
“No problem.” He smiles back. “Sorry if I got any blood on you.” Matt says, looking down at the dried bloodstains covering his hoodie.
“Eh, it’s fine. Would’ve gotten blood on my clothes anyway.” She replies, pulling back and tilting her microphone stand spear whateverthehellweaponshe’sholding over her shoulder.
“So, WH4T NOW?”
“Hang on lemme duck inside first actually.” Matt hurriedly shuffles inside the closet and closes the door behind them. “I don’t like the thought of our food being exposed. Also, I need to repair my armor, and I don't wanna have it off when a zombie comes by.” Matt explains, unloading the loot he had brought as well. Three iPhones and an android phone come out, as well as car keys and two knives, a kitchen knife and a meat cleaver.
“My spear broke during the fighting, so I’ll have to make a new weapon somehow. The phones are so we have spares, and the keys are for the parking lot if we ever manage to make it out there safely. I took them off of zombies.” He takes out duct tape and begins repairing.
“Yeah, ok.” She nods and lets him in, then starts digging through the loot as he unloads it, nabbing an iphone and the kitchen knife, sticking the phone in her back pocket and digging through her backpack for a roll of duct tape with which to tape the knife to her microphone stand. “I think I might want to get a better thing than this soon, it’s only mediocre.” She said, dissatisfied with her weapon of choice, and nodding in acknowledgement of the reasoning and source of the phones, knives, and keys.
“It’d be great if we could stop by Kendall’s to get real blades.” Matt says wistfully, referring to the HomeDepot-esque store only a 10-15 minutes walk away from the school at the village center.
“...Is there a window or something overlooking the direction toward Kendall’s?” Kate asked, brain already ticking.
“No, you can’t see it from here, too many trees in the way.” He responds.
“Dammit.” She muttered, chewing on her lip and trying to think of a way to get there.
“I wonder how much faster than a zombie I am…” She muttered under her breath.
“We could probably slip past the crowds of zombies, but it’d be risky, we’d get tired eventually, and the crowd that we slipped past would still be following us, maybe even attracting more. I dunno how we’ll get there...”
“I hate to bring this up, but… Decoy?” She said, grimacing at the prospect. Then she shook her head. “No, no… There has to be some other way.”
Should I tell her about the plans for Sam? I don’t know if she’ll agree to it, but she’ll have to find out eventually anyway. “About that... Sam is infected and badly wounded. So he’s agreed to be our decoy for us when we try to seal up the breach.”
“...”
She wasn’t quite sure how to respond to that. She shook her head slightly, closing her eyes. Kate, come on… Sympathy isn’t gonna do any good here… She thought, trying and failing to convince herself that it wasn’t that bad.
Matt frowns and looks away, finishing up his duct tape repairs. “Anyway, we should exchange numbers on these new phones, so we can call each other even if one of our phones is broken somehow. #BackUpsAreImportant”
She nods, pulling the phone out and spending a few minutes fiddling with it trying to break the passcode. She luckily gets it before it locks, barely, and then spends another few minutes attempting to find the number of the phone itself. “Did you really just use a hashtag in real life.”
“Hmm? What hashtag?” Matt glares at the iPhone, which was proving resilient to his attempts to unlock it, and starts on the other iPhone instead. To his delight, it didn’t even have a passcode on it. They exchanges numbers with the new phones.
“Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I’m talking about.” She said, making the ಠ_ಠ face at him.
“Did you just make a ಠ_ಠ face at me?” Matt makes a >.> face.
“How in the world did you even pronounce that? Never mind, I don’t want to know.” She asked, ending in a mutter.
Matt chuckles and shakes his head. “Oh, its near lunch time actually. Time for some provisions.” He reaches under the tarp covering their cart and eats his fill. Can’t forget to eat.
“Oh, it is?” She asks with surprise, checking her watch. “Huh. I’m not even hungry.” She said, grabbing a clementine and peeling it, eating it quickly.
“I guess I’ll just stuff some noms in my backpack for later.” She said, grabbing a bag of doritos, a package of beef jerky, and an apple, and stuck them in her backpack.
Matt does the same, and in the end his backpack is filled with water, food, some medical supplies, duct tape, and knives.
Kate grabs some water bottles too, including the one she’d been drinking on, after taking another sip out of it. Duh, silly girl. Gotta stay hydrated.
Matt, after seeing Kate take a sip of water, drinks some water himself. Can’t forget to drink stuff either.
...
For some reason I feel like we should be drinking wine instead...
...We can get some at the spirits store at the VC, I don’t think adults will be caring much about underaged drinking at this point.
She looks over at Matt, wondering was on his mind.
“Whatcha thinkin’?”
“Oh nothin’. Just that with societal laws collapsing and whatnot, we can drink and no one can tell us we can’t!” Matts exclaimscreamsays
“Hmm that is true.” She replies, screwing her face up at a memory involving fermented pineapple. “Not sure I’d necessarily want to, though.”
“I don't know if we’ll live long enough to be legally able to try, so might as well try it now I figure.”
“I think securing a safe place is a good idea before we start partying it up.” She says wryly.
“Truuuue.” Matt laughs. “We should probably go do that now. Ready?” Matt stands up and looks at Kate.
“Thought you’d never ask.” She says with a grin, standing up as well and grabbing her microphonestandthing.
“Then let’s be off! I feel like I should say something epic, or cliche, before we leave, but I can’t think of anything...”
“Eh. You don’t need to gank someone else’s words to be awesome.” She says with a smile, punching him gently in the arm.
Matt grins and nudges her back, lightly. “We’ll leave our mark in all the zombie bodies we’re leaving around the school then haha. (Not gonna clean those up >.>)”
“Sounds like a plan. And I’ll probably end up singing the whole damn time, because I can’t stop getting songs FUCKING STUCK IN MY HEAD.” She said, making a frustrated growling noise.
“Language, Kate.” Matt gives her a mock stern glare.
She gives him an extremely exaggerated eyeroll in return. “Dammit, Mattquius!” She said, and couldn’t help but chuckle at her own bad pun.
Matt chuckles as well. “Okay we’ve wasted more than enough time already, like seriously, we could probably sit around punning all day...”
“Oh, I’m sure we could. But I agree, let’s get going.” She said, opening the door after ascertaining that the tarp was back over the food cart.
“Looks clear to me.” Matt notes.
Together, they head out toward the media center assuming Irene and Philip were no longer there.
“So, where are we going, exactly?” She asked, eyes darting about, on the lookout for zombies.
“The media center! Where everyone else should be, provided ((they arent right in front of us.))
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