The First, The Last, and The Dead.

Cane University. Once a place of discipline and learning, now dismemberment and horror. The once busy and bustfull cafeteria now lay dorment with members of the undead swaying in place waiting for opportunity. The addmissions office walls are covered in blood smears and corpses lay periodicly throughout the office. No noise could be heard. No shuffling feet or lude conversations from 34 year old ass-holes who think they know everything but still are attending secondary education.

Down the hall two wings past the cafe in the wood shop stood a man 23 years of age. Somehow he had made it through the initial attack. He now is laying low and gathering weapons to protect himself. He had been busy for the past 72 hours subdued in this little room. All over the table laid makeshift weapons that would certainly do the job of protection. This man was Elric and was waiting for this situation to occur. It had been on the news and all the signs where there. He had been preparing mentally for what he was going to have to endure for the rest of his survival.

Elric looked at the barracaded door and grabbed his two by four with dried blood all the way down. He stared at the door with intent but no will. ** I Must find survivors, there must be some in the school.** Elric removed the door block and opened the door. He stepped out into the quite hallway and looked both directions.

John sat in his quiet little room sharpening his knife looking at the barricaded door hoping the bed would hold the hordes of undead back long enough for him to get some sort of plan set out and maybe a few weapons.He knew that he couldn't survive with just his pocket knife and hope to live so he looked around the room for something of some use and soon found what he was looking for, a jagged piece of metal that he had tried to make into a pretty little pony a couple of years back. he also found a stick and tied his pocket knife to the end of it to make a makeshift spear. He started to move the bed from the door...