OOC: Since I've been away all day, I'll say I fell unconscious.

IC: "Mmf... urgh..." Alex came to, and when his eyes opened, he noticed he was inside McCrae Hall. "Whew... I'm alive. Thanks, guys." He wanted to just lay back and rest, but figured that might be a bad idea. "Is everyone here? What's the plan at this point? We can't just hide in here indefinitely..." He tried to stand up, but was still sore and worn out. "Hmm... perhaps rest might be a good idea after all..."

Ecurt...he just stopped trying to reason. He decided it would be best to think of everything as a dream, especially since it sounded like someone outside had just taken a truck and started playing bumper cars with some zombies.

On a slightly different, yet still related note, Ecurt decided that his metaphors sucked.

"So...what now? I don't know about you, but I was kinda expecting that we'd all be dead by now."

"What's that noise?" Mauve asked. "Sounds like an engine!" To her limited zombie knowledge, the undead were pretty slow on the uptake. Could any of them learn how to drive a truck? Unless...

She ran up to the door and climbed up on the downed vening machine. Carefully she peered through the window. Zombies scratched against the glass with fingers like dried twigs. Something was moving behind them, large and fast.

"Move, darn it!" she snarled at the undead. "I can't see!" She stretched to see over their heads. It was--

"Holy-- It's a truck!" she yelled. "And there's someone in the driver's seat! A not-zombie someone!" She adjusted her glasses. "Oh my god, it's Krylo!"

Ben swallowed as bile rose in his mouth, seeing the full...er...'glory' of a semi-truck plowing through a horde of ghouls.

"And he's the guy who was complaining that we shouldn't be killing them." Ben muttered to himself.

Still, there was a basic problem to this: Krylo was still outside, and everyone else was inside, with the door firmly blocked.

Ben shrugged to himself. Well, if he makes it over here, he thought to himself, I guess we'd open the door for him.

Jack struggled to see what was happening from the back of the group.

"I'm going to see if I can get a better view from the second floor." he said, heading for the stairway.

He rushed to the second floor and into an empty dorm room. From the window he could see the semi cutting through the crowd like a scythe. He was close enough to glimpse Krylo grimacing behind the wheel of the careening vehicle.

Jack gave a shout of triumph. How is he going to get inside though? The front door is still barred and guarded by zombies, he thought. If he could get on the roof of the semi, I could probably reach him from here and pull him in. The question is, how can I get his attention?

Clarence decided to follow jack to the roof, maybe his sub-par Freerunning skills could
help Krylo, the semi weaved through the deadish things like a drunken
plow and saw jack sweating, Krylo was'nt gonna see them up there, Clarence decided to do what he did best, be reallly loud "HEY KRYLO UP HERE DUMBASS!!"
OOC: Do'nt get mad, It's a proven fact that insults grab the most attention
did you miss me?

"I dont think he'll be able to hear us. That semi is pretty loud." Jack shouted above the roaring engine of the truck below.

Looking back into the dorm, Jack searched for anything useful. After a second he rushed to the bathroom. The sounds of various items being shuffled and thrown about echoed from the small room. A moment later Jack emerged holding an extra-large hairspray bottle.

Jack opened the window and climbed out onto the small ledge of the second floor. Steady. Steady! Dont fall into the mob of hungry undead.

Jack flipped out his lighter. Hopefully this'll catch his attention. Jack lit the torch and used the hairspray to create a plume of flame at least 8 feet long. He continued to shoot the flames into the air, hoping that Krylo would look over and see the signal.

Almost lazily, Joel walked over to the front door... from the outside.

But what? Hadn't he gone into the kitchen to check to make sure that the loading bay door was locked? Obviously, it wasn't locked.

From the loading dock he had heard the noise of a semi-running over a car. Such things tend to make a fair bit of noise. Figuring, and rightly so, that zombies aren't the best suited for driving vehicles, he deduced that someone must be alive out there. Conveniently, all the zombies were either still over at the other dorm, having been attracted by the alarm that was still going off, or too injured to be a threat. How injured, Joel wasn't prepared to ask. Or look.

Keeping his eyes locked on Krylo's head in the semi's driver-side window, he walked around the mass of twitching something. As he did so he repeated, quietly, under his breath, "It's nothing. It is no worse than 5th street after the bars close. It's nothing."

He continued to walk towards Krylo, hoping that he wouldn't be mistaken for a surviving zombie.

:D

Sean was annoyed. He had been dragged inside the hall by Sam only moments before the place had been mobbed by zombies. Everyone was shouting and running around like heads with their chickens cut off, and top of that there was the off chance that he was still slightly drunk.

Somebody mentioned something about viruses and food. Sean wondered: had he eaten anything suspicious lately? Moreso than usual? Probably not... and chances are if anyone in their group HAD eaten anything covered in zombie germs, it would have been sterilized by the vast quantities of alchohol that had been flying around. Something to worry about later, he decided.

There was this huge commotion near the front door, people were screaming and flaming blood was flying everywhere. It smelled like burning hair. Also, from what he could see over the melee, there seemed to be a large diesel truck barreling straight for the entrance. Remembering the first Terminator movie, the one that didn't suck, he dove to the side, landing heavily on his shoulder and creating an interesting pins-and-needles sensation. Wincing, he hobbled off towards the back of the building, out of what he predicted the path that a door-crushing semi might take. "Hey, you guys! It might be a good idea to step away from that door around now, in case Krylo decides to crash the party!"

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(OOC: Hey, a hundred posts! Alright!)