Thread: Zombie High (Eldrithe, LadyYuna, Rauk, Raze, Riven)

Trinity Rose Langton Ring! Ring! A low groan elicited from Trinity's lips. Needless to say, the sound of her cell phone going off, so abruptly at that matter, was not something the twenty-four year old woman had expected. She'd graduated from the San Romero University a few years ago. So she hadn't set any alarms to wake up and avoid being late for classes. That being said, why in the hell was her phone going off at such an early hour? Ring! Ring! Alright, alright ... she murmured, fumbling around before finally finding it and hitting the Send button, thus accepting the call. Hello? she murmured sleepily, sitting right up as the voice on the other end registered as one of the colonels who had been one of her best friends from her Army days. Hold on ... what the hell?! When were you all doing this and why didn't you say anything to me?! This is a fucking joke, right?! In a matter of moments, Trinity had gone from exhausted to pissed off and wide awake. Her empty left hand was trembling in anger. Her teeth gripped her lower lip in annoyance as she listened to all of the details. This felt so ... unreal. Was this seriously happening? According to the colonel, the answer was yes. And to make matters worse, the college she had graduated from seemed to be one of the most infected areas. I see. I'll be over. Were it not for the fact she needed her cell phone, Trinity would have eagerly tossed it and let it impact against the wall. She was infuriated. She'd done her time in the Army and now, because of their mistakes, she was having to 'serve' them yet again. Stupid dumbshits .... she murmured, getting out of bed and grabbing a new outfit. Slipping out of the nightgown, Trinity soon clad herself in her combat boots, a pair of blue jeans with holes around the kneecaps, a leather top with a strapless bra concealed under it and - her proudest possession - her dog tags she'd earned. Trinity may not have gotten any major medals or whatnot but she'd always been told it took people with tons of nerve to not only apply to the military branches but remain there and avoid going AWAL or daring to run from their obligations. And given her experiences, she'd seen this to be true. After a brief walk around through her house, Trinity grabbed her faithful pistol and a pouch full of spare bullets. She'd need all the ammunition she could take with her. True, it tended to be really, really risky to fire at zombies. But they were some of the best weapons, too. However, Trinity hadn't forgotten terms like 'stealth' and 'calm'. Oh gods no. She'd apply both to herself to head to the college first. Hopefully, she wouldn't need to use many, if any, bullets on the way. Or if she had to, it would be something she could try to keep to a minimum. Thankfully, Trinity lived about a block away so getting to the college was easy. Getting in, clearly, was another issue. She had to blink several times just to make damn well sure she was really seeing everything before her eyes properly. A few more blinks later and the horde of zombies didn't go away from sight. Her heart raced and finally, Trinity forced herself to shake her head and snap herself from her thoughts. Back door ... she murmured to herself, slowly making her way towards the rear entry. Usually, that tended to be the least guarded entrances. Hopefully that would hold true for her now. Otherwise, it'd be a real pain to shoot her way inside. Still, it would be doable. And if nothing else, it'd be a good way to make sure Trinity hadn't lost her touch from not having been active in the Army for two to three years now.