For a few brief seconds Eric would hear talking, mostly mindless garble. Food, cafeterias, outside, things that he did know of at the moment. Darkness, a void, the physical thing he could see. So dark and empty. Where were the lights, classroom, chatter. God? Who said God? Would he meet God? His eyes snapped open, he shot straight up. "God? Ah, My head" He said as a head ache hit him like a wave. He lay back down. Life came back like a train.

Chris nodded, his good arm was growing tired. The boy needed some food, hopefully there would be some in the cafeteria.
Within the next minute, in the midst of a power walk, Chris and Samantha were face to face with the double doors that led to the cafeteria.
"Ready?" He asked her, waiting for her reply beforing saying, "Here goes," and walking in.

What he saw with his eyes minus well been outside.
There were cracks along the floor, the highest windows shattered, leaving glass all over the floor, broken and ripped apart clocks left him wondering the time, and tables were flung in random directions. Chairs upside down, savaged. He shook his head, finding a chair and bringing it close to him with a foot.
"Here this might work," He thought for a moment, placing her in the chair.
The chair was a rolling one, he had no clue how it got there, but it sure did come in handy.
"Now you won't have to be alone," he smiled halfy, looking at her as he spoke.
"Is this alright?" He asked her now, moving her back and forth to make sure it wouldn't cause any pain.

Samantha was a little surprised to see the cafeteria, but then she just looked to Chris. She was set in a chair, and still felt really bad for not being able to walk. "It's fine, don't worry about it. Let's just try and find some food. Hopefully the kitchen isn't as destroyed as the rest of the school..."

[[Are we all not supposed to meet? xD ]]

Chris nodded. Hopefully there'd be some kind of hope for the two of them.
Aside from the rolling wheels of the chair against the dirty, half-cracked cafeteria floor, all was silent. The voices from earlier seemed to have drifted off to a stop or they were too far away.

"Look there," He looked up. The cafeteria woman who'd served them that day was crouched down, blood soaked half of her body.

"Excuse me?" Chris said to her, his eyes growing wide to see that she sprawled over and fell to the side as soon as she looked up.
That was the last of her.

"Come on," Chris sighed, noticing left overs.

Samantha had to look away after the woman fell, grimacing a little. She hated seeing all this destruction and death, it was just not fair. Looking around a little more, she noticed that there was, indeed, some food that was left undamaged. "At least we won't be starving to death, then. For now..." She didn't want to be pessimistic, but she couldn't help it.

Eric lay his head down on the bench he was laying on. How long would they last, in this disaster zone? Was the whole island like this? He hoped that the search party would soon return with food. He was hungrey. He took some time to organize his thoughts. What would be the risk of leaving? He should wait for the search party, but what if they never come back... He'd wait for now, but if they don't comeback within the hour, he'd have to act.