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

Drake T. Wardell It was most likely the stench of these foul creatures, wafting through ventilation system to cause Drake to turn green. He was not feeling well, and new he had to think of something quickly. It was surprising to himself, how after just a few moments of being in a state of panick, he switch over to complete survival mode. He knew it was fully possible that he was the only survivor left on campus, though desperate to not give up hope on finding someone. In a situation like this, anyone with a right mind would know that the rational thing to do would be to stick with a group, for safety. As the green eyed, brown haired, determined geek hummed to himself to keep his mind off of the fact that he could die at any moment, he made his way through the ductwork into the gymnasium. This time of a day, he thought, there shouldn't be many people there. Less crowded areas were sure to be safer, he whispered to himself as suddenly the quiet whimpering of a young woman caught his ear. Drake stopped dead in his tracks, and froze solid. Is there someone alive down there!? He whispered out loud to himself as he slowly creeped up to the edge of the plastic grate, peering down. Gasping, and turning beet red in the face, he realizes that he is looking down into the lady's restroom. If there's someone down there trying to use the restroom, and I show myself, they will kill me! Drake told himself in his mind. As embarrassed as he was, he didn't want to leave, in hopes that maybe there in fact was someone down there, and he didn't want to leave them alone. Sometime, after a few moments of listening to the horrible slow banging sound coming from somewhere in the bathroom, Drake wonders if maybe that is what the young girl is hiding from. He couldn't just stay up there and hide, while she needed his assistance, he thought. What kind of man would he be, if he didn't save her! After all, from the sound of it, she seemed to be pretty scared. This was no time for his lack of confidence with girls to get the better of him, so he battled with himself to try and make the decision to climb down. Though, what was he going to do once he got down there? He was not a fighter, and had nothing with him to use as a weapon. Eyeing down into the empty stall, where the grate lead down to, he saw nothing but a empty toilet seat, and a canister of toilet paper. What am I going to do... TP the damn thing? he cursed at himself. Suddenly, the petrified student hears the quick footsteps of an intruder. All he could catch a glimpse of, from his viewpoint was white leggings with a red ankle-warmer just above white tennis shoes. As he stepped further onto the grate, to try and squeeze a better look, he felt it begin to rattle and become unstable. Just as he positioned himself to take a peak, the sound of a baseball bat connecting with the head of the zombie, spraying the contents all over the stall door, and the subsequent screaming of Take that, you grotesque monster! made Drake jump, and unfortunately he lost his balance, and plummeted through the plastic grate down into the recently vacant stall. Hitting his head on the toilet seat, he flopped out of the door, and landed on his back just outside the stall. Jesus... FUCK. Son of a bitch! He yelled in a painful tone as he clutched each side of his head, clenching a handful of his dark brown hair with each hand. He laid there, stunned for a moment, as he slowly cocked his head to the side, and saw two sets of legs outside the stall where the zombie had been hammering it's head into. There were two red haired ladies standing there, with the exact same pissed off looking expression on their faces, holding a baseball bat. Soon, his vision came back properly and he rubbed his eyes as he now correctly saw only one female standing there. Ahem, please excuse m-my entrance, ma'am. Was all he could say as he hoped and prayed she would decide to not bash his skull in right then and there. He laid on the ground, trying to collect himself as he struggled to get up, having difficulty as he seemed to have sprained his ankle. D-don't kill me! I'm not one of.... them. he said quietly, in a very nervous un-confident voice.