Thread: High School of the Dead.

Stupid Ami! Taken by surprise, it was a long moment before her mind could process everything that just happened... and longer still for her to actually understand. Ami collapsed against the locker, shoulder aching, practically throbbing at this point, and her heart racing entirely too fast for her liking. Okay, so she didn't get eaten by a zombie... Big deal. It is a big deal, but this isn't the time to... oh, bathe in sweet relief. No, definitely not the time. Excuse me? Ami spat out, offended. I was NOT being stupid! Nearly tempted to slap away his hand, Ami looked between him and it... connecting the dots, basically. His name is Khun, if memory serves right... but as for anything else, she knows next to nothing. Ami didn't really care to socialize with the natives, per se... not that anyone caught her fancy enough to where she felt like striking up a conversation. Not only that, the teachers were boring. Usually, she gets lost in her own little world. It happens more often than she cares to admit... but she's not completely oblivious. Dark blue eyes fell on the zombie's rolling head, and quickly she latched onto his hand, clambering up onto her feet. The blue folds of her skirt fell where they may. Problem is, ten zombies blocked their tactful retreat and more was probably on the way. How fast was this thing spreading?! Her heart racing fast, Ami gripped onto his hand unaware that she was doing so. Fuck, she cursed under her breath. Feeling a bit helpless -which, by the way, is totally uncalled for-, she looked around for something she can get her hands on, anything at all, really. Threads of dark red fell against her pale cheeks, bringing out the dark blue of her eyes. After a second or two, her lips parted though no sound escaped. Fight or flight Fight or flight? Its an easy enough decision, at any other time but the thing is, there are no weapons lying around. Their way of escape is a no-go. If they continue standing around, doing nothing theyll be zombies before too long, biting other people and chowing down. Ami looked to him, determination flickering within her eyes and across her features. Come on! We cant just stand around! Taking his hand, Ami pulled him through the door into Workshop, collapsing against the door. A quick glance through the window confirmed that yep, the zombies are still coming. Fuck, she cursed again, oblivious to the fact that, in this position anyone could look right down her blouse, seeing as how the blue ribbon was ripped off at one point or another. It was probably when the zombie threw her against the locker... Okay, I know this isnt ideal, but at least this buys us some time, Ami finally said, lifting her head. A sheepish sort of smile curved her lips. We can get our hands on well, something we can use to fight back. With a shrug rolling through her shoulders next, Ami began looking around, ignoring the electric tools for now. It might work for the moment but later on, theyd all be useless. Any luck on your end? she threw out there, hands on her hips. I have to admit, I dont know how to use some of this stuff but Im sure I can figure it out, after a little practice- A hand broke through the window, fingers curled and desperately seeking. The skin was torn up pretty awful shredded, actually. Groans floated through along with it, and it wasnt long until the door began to shake. Who knows how long it can withstand everything Ami pulled away, only to freeze as the fingers tore at her blouse the white fabric giving way far too easily. A swift punch to the elbow fixed that little issue, though. We have to hurry, she told him, jerking away and with a fierce scowl.