Nathan skated to fast for the zombies to get to him. He was already in front of McCrae Hall, but he hadn't entered yet. He wanted to make sure that everyone got to here without too much trouble. He stayed outside and watched the others, knowing that out of them all he was fast enough to help anyone that was in trouble. Although that damn siren was getting annoying.

"Can somebody shut that damn thing off!" Nathan shouted above the noise.

He was untouchable. He was "in the zone." He was a lone warrior, watchfully, ceaselessly striding to his destination. He wielded his length of steel like a broadsword, he was faster than any undead, he had something grabbing his elbow.

Sean leapt a good six feet in the air, a feat that truly had to be seen to be believed. He whirled around, and the thing that was latched onto his arm whirled with him, then kept on running forward, dragging him along. "OH GOD ITS GOT oh hi Sam what's up?"

Sam kept on dragging him. "We've got to get moving," she said. "There's a zombie back there!" Sean squinted in the direction of her pointing finger, and sure enough, he saw a dark figure in boxers and wifebeaters shuffle off towards the front of the dormitory. "Grandpa?"

Ahead of of them, someone was shouting something.

(OOC: Psst...Sean! Try not to control other people's characters...i.e. talking and such. I know it's harder to do, but it's somewhat of a taboo around here. Just some friendly advice. :D )


Finally, Ben made to McCrae Hall, with the others not far behind. Some people were already inside. Joel. Ecurt. The zombie that Ecurt was holding off with his xbox controller.

Wait...what?!

Ben ran over and whacked the ghoul over the head with his table leaf. There was a resounding crack as the thing's skull cracked at the same time as the table leaf. It went down, but Ben's weapon broke clean in half.

Ben held the remains of his weapon. "Oh, for crying out loud! I ran all this way, using this thing as a shield, and it's made out of fake freakin' wood?!"

Before anyone could answer, the zombie moaned, and started to move.

"Oh, crap!" Ben said, and more out of reflex than anything, booted the zombie in the head until it stopped moving.

After the ghoul stopped moving, Ben scanned his new surroundings. A cold, sick feeling gripped his stomach. "Are we the only other ones who made it over here?" he asked.

Still not quite recovered from his realization of a conspiracy, Joel glanced over in the general direction of Ben. Motioning to the windows, which lined much of the first floor of the building, he claimed "The others are coming. Of course, any one of them might have set this whole thing up. Zombies on the day after Halloween, doors that are supposed to have automatic locks but have been meticulously disarmed. Everyone but us appears to have been infected. It's like someone saw a horror movie and decided to see how it would play out in real life."

Turning back away from Ben, Joel hefted a container that he had fetched from the cafeteria mere moments before. It was rather long and seemed to be filled with something rather pale in appearance, and somewhat greasy looking. Setting it near the door, he jabbed several skewers into it at steady intervals and wrapped cloth napkins around each. Taking out a box of matches he had found in the kitchen, he lit each napkin on fire. "Fat from cooking, makeshift wicks, and fire. Soon we'll have an overly large, but controlled, fire to block the door. To keep the zombies out, to keep the mastermind in.”

Youji grit his teeth. "Great...just great."

Just as he expected, the zombies noticed that it would be alright if it got hit hard by something, and if the seemingly more threatening Ben could hit with a much heavier weapon than Ecurt with his piddly X-Box controller the zombies figured Ecurt was no threat. So, Ecurt did the first thing he could think of.

With his shoulder, Ecurt charged at a zombie. The zombie, not expecting it at all (because, who the hell runs into zombies intentionally?), was caught by surprise and knocked down, where Ecurt continued to kick it until it looked dead...er.

For a moment, he smiled, before looking up and trying to count how many zombies were left-and coming closer. "Oh...shit. You guys, I don't give a fuck what you're doing, but you had better be doing it closer to here!"

McCrae Hall loomed up in her vision as Sam ran towards it as fast as she could, still dragging Sean. Sean seemed to be running mostly of his own accord by now, so it wasn't as much of a hindrance as it had been. Bursting through the doors, still at top speed, she had very little time to stop as she came face to face with a zombie that Ecurt and Ben were trying to deal with. It was thus somewhat understandable when she crashed into it, toppling it to the ground and falling to the floor herself.

Sam paused for about half a second, catching her breath, before she realized she was essentially lying on top of a living corpse, and jumped to her feet as fast as she could. "Ew, ew, ew, EW!" she yelled, brushing off her clothing with her hands and pulling off her sweatshirt, shaking it out as if it had been contaminated with something.

Still breathing heavily, and looking at the zombie starting to pick itself off the floor she said, "Hey guys! What's up?"

Alex looked left and right, slowly realizing that he was without allies. The zombie he had smacked earlier was climbing to its feet again, and had somehow summoned a couple of friends. The trio of animated cadavers began slowly shuffling toward Alex, who was backed against a wall. Looking around again, he noticed an open area and bolted toward it, hoping he would be able to find someone, anyone. In his panic, he tripped and fell in a ditch. Worn out by fear and a lot of running, he only had the energy to call for aid.
"Help! Someone!"

Ben's tableleaf broke in half as Mauve broke into a full-out run to the door. She didn't care that the zombies were still lumbering towards her-- the opened door to McCrae Hall beckoned to her like a Ben & Jerry's.

Ecurt, Joel and Thomas were already there, and Ben had just cleared the threshold. But wait-- a muddled thought formed in her mind-- SHE had the key! Why was the door opened?

Her thoughts were interrupted as a hand reached out and tried to grab her arm. Mauve almost stumbled as she was jerked backwards, but the creature's grip was weak. Without thinking she swung the club and hit the monster in the face. There was a sickening crack as the chair leg connected.

"Don't touch me!" she snarled. The hand left her shoulder and Mauve started to run again. She risked a look over her shoulder. The zombie stood stared at her through one sunken, yellowed eye; it's mouth dangling open in a slack-jawed mockery of a yawn. It's head was at on odd angle and one of its cheekbones seemed out of place, but otherwise it looked undamaged. Well, crap. At least it wasn't fast enough to follow her. It seemed to lose interest in her.

She ran through the doorway and slid on the polished floors, finally coming to a stop. She leaned against the wall, trying to catch her breath.

"What... happened... with the doors?" she gasped. "Thought I... had the only... key."

Suddenly she heard a yell from outside. She looked around and swore.

"Where's Alex?" she asked.

Thomas listened for the yellings. Sure enough it was Alex, and it was coming from a ditch a short distance away.

"Keep the door open. I'll go get him."

Thomas sprinted out before anyone could stop him. He knocked aside several zombies in his way. He could see that three of the walking corpses were gathering above the ditch, and were proceeding to stumble into it. He had to make it there before they had the chance to bite Alex.

Thomas got close enough, and with a spring in his step, his foot launched up and struck a zombie in the back, knocking it down. He grabbed the heads of the other two zombies, and crunched them together. They dropped, and Thomas kneeled down by Alex.

"Damn, you look like shit kid."

Tom picked Alex up and hefted him over the shoulder. He began to ran as fast as he could with the extra weight.