Akira waited outside the building, keeping her mind alert. She didn't want to get caught off guard in the current state of madness. She looked around, taking a deep breath. All she could think about was her friends, but she knew if she ever wanted to see them again, she'd have to take a good look at all the violence taking place.
I'll probably have to do a few things I'm not comfortable with, I'll have to.. She felt her breathing hitch.
What if I have to..? Her hands were shaking and her mouth became dry. She appeared confident before, but after taking in the situation, reality hit. She might have to kill someone.. Flashes of memories hit her like a metal pipe. Blood, Water, a body. She clenched her eyes closed, her hands reaching up to her head and clasping around large portions of hair, gripping on her brunette locks. She fell to her knees, holding her hair desparately. The pain of her nearly ripping her hair out felt like her only lifeline to the present.
You can't do this right now.. Akira.. you can't.. She dug into her pocket, only to remember her prescription hadn't come in yet.
Dammit.. breathe.. breathe.. he's dead.. It's not real.. It.. It wasn't your fault..Akira heard a growling noise, snapping back into reality when she noticed directly above her was another student. He didn't sound very healthy, and as she looked up, she understood why. His eyes were gouged out, The sockets completely empty. Part of his face was hanging off, bits and pieces of flesh dangling freely. He reach towards her and instinctively, Akira kicked him, scrambling backwards across the ground and pushing up on her feet
"S-stay away!" She stammered, swallowing hard. He smelled...rotten. What'd happened to him?
"Y-your wounds.. they're infected.." She tried to reason with him, but he merely lunged for her again, an angry raspy sound coming from him. She punched him once he got too close. She felt horrible, but she'd watched students rip eachother apart with just their hands and teeth..
Hurry up Jonathan.. She thought to herself.
It's worse than I thought.. this isn't a prank..someone barracaded us in to protect us.. She was thrilled when she saw him jump down. She took the leg of the chair, and slammed it across the attacking student's head, just as he lunged for her a third time. The hit had impact, his neck breaking from the force of the blow. Blood splattered onto her clothes and face, but she merely closed her eyes.
Breathe.. he was attacking you..."If anyone gets too close.. don't hesitate to act. They've.. been killing each other.. They're sick or something.." She swallowed,
"Hopefully we can barracade up in the infirmary. It's got medicine, and the non-perishable food should be in that building.. we can wait out rescue forces there or something.."She took
Jonathan by his free arm, her hand holding his wrist as she led him along, running across the grass towards building A. They made it along with little interuption, but she merely tugged her companion through the horde. She was a strong runner, plus the students seemed rather slow and mindless in their new sickened state. She tugged him along through the double doors leading into the building. Her pace was quick until she abruptly stopped moving, turning to face
Jonathan as she placed her index finger to her lips then pointed ahead. About a dozen of their previous classmates crawling, stumbling and swaying through the hall ahead. She took him by the hand this time, not really thinking about his reaction or the reprocussions, but brought themselves close to the wall, waiting. She really didn't notice how bad it looked, her pressing him to the wall and all... Her eyes and thoughts weren't even on
Jonathan currently. For all she knew
Jonathan had her pegged as a guy still, but she wasn't thinking about looking homosexual. Akira had her mind wrapped around only one thought. Their survival. The halls, quieter now after a few of the sick students shuffled along their way, seemed safe enough to pass through. Being attacked inside the building wasn't favorable, not enough room. An attack could prove deadly.
She unknowingly squeezed his hand in her nervousness before leading him through towards the sickbay. She crept towards the door, seeing the nurse laying on the ground. She gripped her weapon, ready to strike if needed. Then she realized she was really dead, like for real this time though.
I never thought I'd be happy someone is dead.. but it's better than a pair of hungry snapping jaws trying to tear into you.. She tapped the door with her finger, looking around, praying it wasn't loud enough to alert any of the infected possibly nearby. She gave a moment, so anyone inside could have a second to react to the sound before she reach for the knob. She didn't want a baseball bat to the head being mistook for one of those things. She proceeded in opening the door to the infirmary. Taking the quiet as a good sign, she slid in, bringing
Jonathan behind her. She was startled once she saw someone else, bringing her weapon about to strike, freezing in place when she noticed who it was. She knew that face anywhere... it was
Kei. There was another girl she wasn't so familiar with, but they'd been bus-mates..
(Keiko) sleeping in the room, giving her hope. She looked relatively healthy, Kei looked relatively healthy.. She dropped the chair leg
Jonathan had given her, mouth agape,
"K-Kei..?" She asked questioningly, her voice weak, like she'd suddenly developed a huge knot in her throat. She waited for a response, something to prove he was still the person she knew..not one of those sick things.
She waited, but at the first sign of health and sanity he gave her, she readily threw herself on him, arms around his neck taking him in a firm hug. It was a little awkward, seeing as how short she was.. but she'd accomplished it. Also there was the minor detail that until now, she'd hated his guts...
"Thank god.. are you okay?" she whispered in relief. The first sign of...sober... positive recognition she'd given him since their tense situation they'd had on the bus. She was just so happy to see a familiar face that wasn't growling or attacking her.