Thread: High School of the Dead.

Thats the last straw. Normally, Ami would be grateful or at the very least, relieved that she isnt alone but the nerve of this guy! Whats his deal? Does he have a death wish? Youll get us out of the mess I put us in? Ami repeated, one hand curling into a fist. Excuse me? In case you havent noticed I have had nothing to do with zombies walking around, biting people! Im just trying to survive, same as you. Everyone is trying to get out alive. Why dont you shove your attitude in a box somewhere? Out of sight, out of mind? Its got no place here, not only that but Im not putting up with that shit. Ami frowned, several pieces of dark red falling against her features, now flushed from anger and frustration. Maybe part of that was because of everything going on but she cant very well vent her frustration on the zombies outside not yet, anyway. Well think all you want, but Im going to arm myself! Ami declared in her next breath, already storming off. Plans are a good thing to have especially in a situation like this, the thing is their backs are up against a wall. Zombies have crawled out of horror films to feast on their flesh and are currently making it to where they cant make a swift retreat. Jumping out of a window isnt an option. Ami has to be careful otherwise, shed end up in a world of trouble. There is no doubt in her mind that shed be a zombie chowing down on people, adding salt and pepper to entrails okay, maybe not that last part. Her stomach churning at the idea, Ami quickly shook her head brushing aside these thoughts for something more important such as, what the hell she can use as a weapon?! From the looks of things, their options are pretty limited but, then again, this is a place of education, not a military base or say, a military academy. Its no wonder theres nothing like guns just lying around. Maybe a nail gun, then? It depends on whether there are any cordless nail guns and how many nails. Ami doesnt have much experience with handling such a thing, but well theres always time, right? Itd be best if she has something a little less noisy, perhaps a sword, or a long knife problem is, she aint gotta find one in a high school. Digging around, Ami tossed aside one thing after another finding nothing that could be useful in this sort of situation. Finally a baseball bat rolled into view, from someones bag, apparently. Oh she breathed under her breath, picking it up and testing its weight. It may not be the most efficient but at least she can deliver some damage while making her escape. Only thing is, a bat is not very sharp and chances are, their heads must roll before death comes to the undead. Ami got up onto her feet, the school uniform emphasizing her curves ever so subtly as she bent to brush off her knees. You got any bright ideas? Ami threw out there, looking at Khun with a brow lifted. The baseball bat will help their chances of getting the hell out alive but once shes outside these walls, she gotta find something better. Preferably, with more firepower. Its a shame she cant get her hands on a flamethrower shed have so much fun with a toy like that. White blouse in pieces, not hiding much of anything at this point, Ami tore it off, leaving it on a nearby table as she looked at the door. Several arms have gone through the window each and every one reaching looking seeking for whoever may be stupid enough to stand so close. We dont have much time, she duly noted, switching the bat from one hand to the other. Ami bent down on her knees, a hand lifting in order to tuck several threads of red from her eyes. There was a fierce, determined look in her eyes making the pair flash like fire no, not quite like fire. More like the heart of flames. Her breasts contained within a small contraption of white lace, wire and fabric, Ami tore a slit in her skirt that way, she can run more freely. A hand pulled up a knee-high sock not that it will do her any good. Any plans? Ami asked once again, lifting her head as she got back up. We cant stick around here forever much as Id love to be surrounded by wood shavings, electric tools and everything else, she tacked on, rolling her shoulders in a shrug.