UH, ZOMBIES? YEAH. [EVERYONE!]

[fletcher cross]

limegreen - fletcher.
teal - ezra.


He didn’t sign up for this. Winterthorne was supposed to be a weird school, yeah, what with the kids flying around and stuff, but zombies? That wasn’t something that he had heard of before—other than stupid movies and campfire stories. Zombies weren’t supposed to exist (then again, neither were werewolves). Unfortunately, he found himself sitting in the auditorium in a sleeping bag. Much like everyone else, he was in his PJs: grey plaid capris and a superman t-shirt. Yes, superman. Get over it. He sat, his arms hugging his knees to his chest, as he waited and listened.

Right now they were trying to figure out what to do about the outbreak. Get rid of them, obviously, but how? Just go out and slaughter as many as they could find? That still wouldn’t stop whoever was controlling them from just getting more dead bodies and unleashing them on Winterthorne. Why would anyone want to attack the school with zombies anyway? If they had the power to manipulate, couldn’t they get what they wanted...?

Fletcher closed his eyes wearily, trying not to think about what was lurking outside the castle. His eyes darted nervously around the room. Someone needed to have an idea soon before the zombies got through the doors that they had boarded up...

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Zombies. Just freaking peachy. The demon stood, leaning against one of the vast pillars to the eastern side of the room. Ezra ran a few fingers through his hair, eyelids drooping over the dark blue lazily as his eyes scanned the crowd. Basically everyone had stayed the night in the auditorium, whether they lived in the dorms or not, and sleeping bags covered the floors. So far, the only idea that was given was ‘stay holed up in the auditorium forever’—which, clearly, was not going to work.

Apparently he hadn’t gotten the same email as everyone else. Instead of the sleep-wear that everyone seemed to be comfortable in, he was in the usual jeans, t-shirt, and black jacket. He didn’t have a sleeping bag—actually, he didn’t have anything with him but his phone. It’d be fine. He was just waiting for the signal so he could leave, get to his apartment, pick up the weapons he’d hidden from Sammii, and kick some zombie ass.

[Kasen Lirit]

white - daileh.
80B333 - kasen.

Zombies? Why had she decided on zombies? God damn her and her stupid ideas. Now she was hauled up in the auditorium with a bunch of kids that she really, really didn't like. Hell, she mostly wanted to kill them. Not only that, but she was also stuck in her PJ's. You know, the black short shorts, white wife beater, and white socks. If that didn't make her look a bit like a whore than nothing would. At least that was how she saw it. Sitting among the little pile of blankets (she didn't own a sleeping bag, so she'd just brought blankets and a pillow), Daileh sat, hiding under one silently. She looked like a zebra printed lump sitting on the side of the stage.

Curiously, she poked her head out from under the covers, looking up at Ezra. "What do we do?" she asked softly, hoping that he'd know what to do. Yes, the zombies had been her idea, her great plan. She hadn't really known it'd work though. Sure, they had brains and very little strength or will (well none, actually), but they were, you know, dead. So, you know, zombies. Only, she couldn't exactly control them at this point. She'd got them on track towards Winterthorne, but that was it. She wanted to kick herself now.

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"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He didn't like zombies. Zombie movies, sure, but not real zombies. Hell, he was hurting anyone that happened to refer to them as such. They just couldn't be zombies. "Adalyn, make them go away." Kasen had curled up in his sleeping bag, a little bit terrified. Zombies, man! Mostly though, he was scared about the snowstorm. Snow storms led to power outages, power outages led to no power. No power for him, we mean. He couldn't get an energy boost, zap anyone, or nothing. Hell, he couldn't even get a bit of food. (Yes, he did often get foodstuffs from it.)

Kasen took a deep breath, trying to calm himself from the whole zombie thing. At least for now he could shock their brains out if they happened to get into the auditorium. Speaking of, who had decided to haul up in the auditorium? The Mall would've been a much better idea, certainly. What were they going to do? Raid the prop room for plastic weapons?

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[adalyn warner]

CC1ACC is adalyn!
990000 is jackson!

Fuck, really? Zombies? Those things that are really creepy the like to haunt teenagers like them? Why the fuck did all the scary shit have to happen at this school? Why not some stupid high school with stupid jocks and stupid cheerleaders and stupid people? WHY?! Adalyn's head was swimming with thoughts, her own, and everyone else holed up in the auditorium. She was having a good nights sleep, for the first time in a while, only to be woken up by everyone screaming. She'd barely had enough time to get her sleeping bag and a pillow before rushing out with the crowds.

So, there she was. Cold, next to Kasen, in the auditorium filled with the students of winterthorne. Ugh. "Kasen, I can't do anything about it. I'm sorry," she told him, rolling her eyes. She rubbed her hand against one arm, trying to warm herself up, but nothing seemed to work. Glancing over, she watched as Kasen tried to calm himself down. "Kaaaasen," she sang, hoping he'd look at her. Seriously though, zombies? How much weirder could this school get?

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Well, this sucked. No, actually, this went way fucking beyond sucking. This was worse then getting caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Way worse. How the fuck did this happen, anyway? His spot next to Dai and Ezra was comfortable enough, with his awesome sleeping bag and awesome pillow. He simply lay there, listening to the low murmur of the students freaking out, but trying to control themselves. He didn't feel like talking. He wasn't scared, more nervous than anything else.

Groaning, he lifted up his sunglasses, looking over at Dai. He had a sinking feeling about what was going on. "This fucking sucks," he stated simply, putting his glasses back down. Either way, more student were going to end up dying. Shit. Why did it have to be a little fun to kill students? Why couldn't the three of them find some other activity, like snowboarding?

[sammii knowell]

[/color]—andrew
00A790—sammii

Whatever the hell was happening at Winterthorne now, the vampire wasn't liking it. Sure, he'd expected some weird stuff coming here—it was a school for people with magyck, after all—but zombies? What the fuck was that? First all those weird murders, now people risen from the dead were coming to try and attack the school. And everyone had decided to haul up in the auditorium too. Which, was a really stupid idea in his opinion. I mean, wasn't the only way to kill zombies to take off their heads or something? At least it was in those corny horror movies he had seen. So, what were they going to use as weapons here? Plastic sporks from the cafeteria? They should have all went somewhere safer then here.

But no, here he was in the auditorium. And in his pajamas too, which consisted of a pair of red baggy shorts and a plain, loose black T-shirt. He pulled his red sleeping bag closer around him and looked sideways to where Fletcher was sitting in his own sleeping bag and PJs. He felt kinda bad for the werewolf, he seemed really nervous. Andrew wasn't really that worried, just more annoyed about the situation than anything else. A small yawn left his mouth and he blinked his emerald eyes a few times to try and help keep him awake.

Andrew let his sleeping bag fall from over his shoulder and bit and stretched his arms our, wrapping them loosely around the werewolf Junior next to him. "You okay?" he asked quietly, looking the boy in the face.

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Zombies..? Sammii was freaking out, seriously. Who was possibly sending zombies out to attack Winterthorne? Well, truthfully, the werewolf had some pretty good ideas of who it might be. It only made sense that it would be one of the murderers. Hopefully it wasn't Ezra. He doubted it was, though. The demon didn't exactly have any powers that would allow him to bring the dead back to life. That Sammii knew of at least. With bright, fearful, and sleepy eyes he looked up Ezra, wrapping his arms tighter around the demon's waist. He was terrified and having been woken up in the middle of the night by screaming people hadn't helped. 'Cause now he was stuck in the auditorium with every other student of Winterthorne in his PJs, which were a pair of plaid long pants and a blue T-shirt with a dinosaur on it. Yes, dinosaur, but does it really surprise you?

"I'm scared," he muttered to Ezra, still looking up at the other boy. The snowstorms were another thing scaring him. It could mean a blackout. All the lights going out and zombies attacking. Just great. He wondered momentarily where everyone else was: Jay and Fletcher and Kjara, even Dani. And how they were dealing with this. Sammii would have gone to search for some of his friends if he wasn't so freaked out. All he wanted to do really was stand here with Ezra close to him to protect him.[/ul][/blockquote][/size]

[Alena Riddle]

588b33--Alena
e05266--Jay
4488bb--Adrien
cc5800--Kaden

Zombies. Seriously, there were zombies attacking the school. Not to mention there was a giant snowstorm. And oh, how Alena hated the cold. The cold was probably Alena's worst enemy, if she really had an enemy. The cold wracked her body, and she shivered like mad. Oh, how she wished that the cold, at least, would disappear. If the cold would disappear, she would be happy. She didn't have to deal with the stupid zombies, anyways. The teachers and upperclassmen did that, so she didn't have to bother with them. Why would they try to get some lowly freshman like her to help out? Especially since her control over her powers was horrid. Seriously. Every single time she tried to touch somebody or something, she shocked them. Unless she was wearing gloves to stop the shock. Even then, it sometimes went through the material, unless she happened to wear rubber gloves. Rubber stopped electricity, therefore, they were the only thing that stopped her from shocking people with her electricity. Made sense, didn't it? So why would any teacher even want her help, with how poorly she controlled it.

Alena was hidden away in a shadowy corner. Sure, she wasn't very fond of the dark, but she could deal with it. More than others could, that was for sure. But in the shadowy corner, she was all alone but for her pillow and sleeping bag. Having only started this year, she hadn't met much people. Besides, she hardly talked to anybody, how could she make friends if she didn't? Being shy wasn't exactly a good thing, when it came to making friends. Even so, she really wanted to make friends at this new place. Of course, being so freakishly shy and having the tendency to avoid the male population of the school didn't really help in her want to make friends. It wasn't entirely her fault, though. Sure, she was a bit shy as a child, but her father being so heartless and cruel back in the US only worsened that.

A shudder rolled down her spine as she thought of her father. God, that man was horrible. Some people said they hated their fathers, about how horrible they were. But she doubted that some of those "horrible" fathers of those other people beat them, like hers did. She hated her father, but with good reason. She wasn't like those idiots that hated their fathers simply because they were strict, or some other stupid reason.

But she didn't like thinking of her father, so she shook her head to attempt to rid those thoughts. Alena started to chew her lip as her gaze darted around the room. She recognized a few here and there from simply being around the school, but nothing more. She didn't have any friends, so how could she put any names to the many faces around her? And really, those guys? They were waaay to close to her. She often glanced warily at the two joking teenage boys that weren't too far from poor Alena with her purple sleeping bag. And as for her pajamas? There were a a simple top and bottoms, both of them light blue, the bottoms sprinkled with brown horses, and the top having one horse on the front. Horse freak? Totally. But that didn't stop her from being so freaked out by the people that were around here, too close to her.

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What the fuck? Zombies? What the fuck was up with that? Ghosts, Jay could deal with. Hell, she could probably deal with skeletons, as long as they were just bone. But zombies? Hell no. Keep those away. And it most definitely didn't help that the zombies were of all dead Winterthorne students and staff..and just people that died while at Winterthorne. Which meant that a dead Evelyn Wynter might be wandering around out there. And that scared her more than anything. What if she saw the undead Evie? That thought nearly caused tears to run down Jay's cheeks. How horrible that would be. Not to mention Evie's head would have to be cut off, if she really had been risen from the dead to be undead. Oooh, that would just be horrible to see.

A whimper escaped Jay's lips as she quietly filed down the hallways, heading towards the auditorium, her pillow, blanket, and sleeping bag in hand, as well as her Buttercup plushie. Like hell she'd go somewhere, and possibly be in the dark, without her favorite plushie. The small girl was probably the person with the worst fear of the dark you have ever seen. Heck, she was already freaked out in the half-light of the corridors, with the darkness threatening to overcome the people that were walking along with her to her destination. And she felt, as always, extremely short around everybody. Then again, she was short, but everybody in the school made her feel that way, because they were all so tall. She highly doubted there was even one person shorter than her. Stupid parents...stupid genetics.

She finally reached the auditorium. She quickly gazed around, searching for someone to cuddle with, because that was something she would totally need. Especially since she needed to have someone to cling to if the lights actually went out, and it wouldn't do to grab some random person. It wouldn't be nice, and the person might actually get angry, and she didn't really feel like being her chipper self and make friends with said random person. The threat of darkness and the whole freakish situation prevented that. But she soon spotted Fletcher and Andrew and skipped over to them. She could cling them...as long as they stopped being so damn lovey-dovey. Gawd, why were people always like that? It annoyed her to no end. Mostly because she didn't have anybody to do that with.

"H-hey guys!" She stuttered out, faking her cheery voice. Of course, with the stutter, it most definitely didn't seem genuine. Shit. It was supposed to, but it didn't. Oh well. She placed her bright orange, red, and pink sleeping bag down by the boy teenage boys with a grin. The sleeping bag had no particular design, it was just an artistic mess of colors that looked good together. She put the blanket down on top. Of course, she wouldn't really get any warmth from it, but it was mostly there because it was a favorite of hers, and she needed it. The blanket had a big unicorn on it with a rainbow going over it. Little girlish? Yeah, but would you really expect something different?

And as for her pajamas? A tank top and shorts that were light blue, again with unicorns and rainbows. Hey, they came with the blanket! So obviously, they would match. It only made sense, didn't it? Jordan continued to plop down on the blanket, clutching her Buttercup plushie, a slightly forced grin on her lips. "How are you?" She inquired brightly.[/size]

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What the hell was up with the zombies? This school really was a freakshow, as Adrien had figured out nearly his first day at Winterthorne, way back four years ago. Gosh, how long ago that was. He was closer to the auditorium, so Adrien had been one of the first people there. So now, he was sitting, somewhere around the middle, watching everybody else file in. He kept a watchful eye out, looking for Dani or Kjara, two of his good friends. Like hell he'd sit around bored with no one to talk to at all. He needed some source of entertainment from somebody. If he didn't get it, he'd probably run outside and kill the stupid zombies, just so he could freaking go on with life.

Adrien was sitting on his sleeping back, which was green, and wearing his favorite hoodie over a t-shirt, which one, he had no clue, and some sweatpants. No, that wasn't his normal bedroom attire, but like he'd actually not put on something else when having to sit amidst all the other students. Over his dead body. A groan issued from the boys mouth as he looked around him. He seriously needed a friend...someone to be here. He could die from the boredom that overwhelmed him...seriously. He needed someone to entertain him, and soon, before he did something utterly stupid.[/size]


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Kaden had to laugh at everything that was happening. Okay, so the school had gifted people. But apparently, that mean zombies could suddenly attack the school. I mean, why couldn't the things attack any other school? Why did it have to be them? Just because they were gifted didn't mean they were any better at hacking of the heads of the undead. Okay, so they were, probably. But being gifted didn't necessarily mean that. Like he really could do that. He could, but it took more than one step, unlike some others here. He had to get a freaking thing of earth up out of the ground, form something he could easily swing around, and then actually do it. All the while hoping that the thing of ground wouldn't break. It just depended on what was below them, really. But why couldn't the stupid zombies go off and attack some other school. Like...at the bottom of the mountain, maybe? Or even better..how about over in Japan? I mean, those guys could take care of them with their karate and ninjas and crap, couldn't they?

Kaden was loudly grumbling about the stupid zombies, much to the annoyance of several of the people who had chosen spots near him. But they scooted away every other minute, which made more room around him. Hey, that meant room for a friend, should they come around. He only hoped said friend wouldn't think him crazy about mumbling aloud, to no one in particular. But they should be glad he was mumbling so loudly. It meant they had room to sit, because before he had started mumbling, there were people all around him, and no where for anybody else to sit, should he have spotted them. And Kaden couldn't help but laugh at some of the attire people came in. He hadn't been sleeping, so he was wearing some jeans, his favorite purple hoodie over a baseball hat, as per normal. And his sleeping bag? Purple. Pillow case? Purple. The color purple was his favorite, so what could he say. Continuing to mumble aloud his annoyance with the zombies, Kaden kept a watchful eye for someone he knew. He hoped they wouldn't mind his annoyed words, though.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Mortimer Edison]

Brown - Mort

Navy - Drayke

Zombies. Mort detested zombies. Not because they creeped him out or anything - that was a stupid reason. It wasn't even because of the danger - which was only real if he got swarmed. No, it was because, in his opinion, dead things should stay dead. That was the natural order of things. He killed people, they died. They didn't get up from their graves and drool everywhere. It also annoyed him that zombies didn't scream when he stabbed them. That was just irritating. Still, all the screams and terrified smiles of his fellow students made him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, and was an effect he could only dream of accomplishing by himself.

He casually made his way through the crowds and into the auditorium, having taken the time to slip one of his black hoodies and a pair of jeans over a black singlet and skull-patterned boxers before he left his dorm. A small set of stairs formed out of the shadows in front of Mort, allowing him to scan the room more effectively than his 5'10" height would normally allow. Spotting a group of students who had common interests as him, he hopped off the stairs and pushed his way into position next to Dai. "Well this is exciting!" he exclaimed with mock enthusiasm. "Fucking zombies."

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Drayke growled as he stood guard at the auditorium's entrance, standing in his gargoyle form with his arms crossed like an ancient statue. When Jazz had asked him to help out with the murders, this wasn't what he expected. And now he was bored. Why wasn't he out in the school grounds kicking some arse? Seriously, he was made of fucking stone. Unless those zombies had some serious grillz they weren't gonna get anywhere chewing on him.

Still, he had been asked by one of the senior teachers to stand guard, and he did so out of respect for the school that had made him feel relatively normal. However, he was determined to get away from that group of smelly, hormonal teenagers as soon as he found the opportunity. After all, he'd rather spend a night with a city full of zombies than with an auditorium full of cocky little brats.

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

Gretchen wasn't nearly as frightened as she was pissed off. Alright, so she had gone through the obvious stages when first being alerted that there were brain-eating zombies approaching the school, their main target being to eat the students or suck out their brains or whatever. Of course she had heard about them, from horror movies and stuff, abut never before had Gretch been confronted by a situation like this. She yeah, she had freaked out a little. Fretted about getting her brain eaten. Paced in a nervous state, wondering just what they were going to. Had become unusually quiet due to the situation. They were all the kind of reaction you would expect from someone. It was after she had been through these emotions, that Gretchen grew bored and sick of feeling worried.

Now? Well, now she certainly was over being scared. It was just creepy.

The girl had followed the orders set, those being to make her way to the auditorium for her own 'safety'. Brilliant idea, she figured. Not. Say the zombies did break into the school? Say they were... super-zombies? If they were dead, and dead previous student at that, did this means they could still harness their powers? What if a zombie with super-human strength can stumbling into the castle? Well, then they were mightily fucked, weren't they? With everyone in the one spot, the students and staff were half way to being sitting ducks. After all, everyone was on the end of their Nieves, and whose to say they could protect themselves? Yeah, Gretchen wasn't too happy about being coped up in here, so she was keeping quiet about it.

The vampire had stayed in her pajamas, that being a pair of red satin boxer shorts and a black singlet, though she had slipped on black hoodie with it's brand printed white on the front. her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, the girls bangs falling over her forehead as she sat with her back up against the wall. Gretch held her hiptop slide in hands, flipping the screen up and down absently as she stared at the creases of her lush chocolate doona cover. She was over this already. Over the buzz of anxiety. Over the boredom. Over the cold of the snowstorm outside. Over feeling like there was nothing she could do about it. Sighing deeply, knowing that sleep was not an option at the moment, the girl dropped her phone in her lap, hugging her pillow now instead.

[Kasen Lirit]

white - daileh.
80B333 - kasen.
801A4D - jolie.

Great. Now Jackson (along with every other student) was bitching at her profusely. It wasn't her fault. She hadn't known she could raise the dead. And she certainly hadn't known that they were next to impossible to control. Really, was it her fault that 'braaaiiinss' appeared more appetizing to them than 'kill'? Technically, they were still obeying her, but still. It was beside the point. They weren't obeying her down to the letter, and that pissed her off. Could this get any worse?

Wait, wait. Yes. Yes it could.

Quickly, Daileh made sure that she was hidden among the covers. Mort would likely have some snappy comment about them, and she was really not in the mood. Short shorts and a see-through top? Yeah. He'd be very happy. Especially with the black bra. Once again, Daileh wanted to shoot herself for another stupid decision. Zombies, slut wear, what next? Oh, right. Mort was bitching about the zombies too. She was, needless to say, annoyed by it. "Yeah, yeah, Mort, we've all heart it before." And people needed to stop bashing her plan. It sucked, she got it.

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Yawning, Kasen leaned against Adalyn, nuzzling into her shoulder and shutting his eyes. At least her being there was a plus. Prop room, anyone? They'd done it there before anyways, thanks to one of the schools performances. Zombies seemed to hinder any sexual appetite, however.

With another nuzzle, though this time more of a head-but, Kasen fell over and into Adalyn's lap with a soft 'oof.' "Hey Adalyn," Looking up at her, he plastered on a rather cheesy grin. "Wanna go do something so we can like, forget about the zed-words?"

No, he would not be calling them zombies.

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There was no way she wanted to spend her evening fighting zombies. So why the hell had Jazz made her guard the door with Drayke? He couldn't break a nail like she could. That would be incredibly annoying. However, she would like to make sure those zombies knew that they'd ruined her night. "What fucking teenager decided to raise the living dead?" Examining her nails, she looked to Drayke curiously, lips pursed. At least he hated the students too.

Leaning back against the wall, Jolie looked over the room, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket. Having been called down from her room, she was stuck in the same silk camisole and shorts. Was it surprising that she was holding the coat so tight? Didn't think so.

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[ezra hart]

limegreen - fletcher.
teal - ezra.

He had, much like everyone else, been sleeping when the call came to gather in the auditorium. Well, he’d been trying to sleep. Every time he had finally made it past the whole close-your-eyes-count-sheep part, and he was drifting into sleep, he’d fall into a deep nightmare. It always started the same way: he was at the lake with Andrew; no one else was present for miles around. They stood side by side. Fletcher would look at the water, and when he glanced back to his left, Vincent would be standing there instead of Andrew. Only, instead of the usual, gloating werewolf that he usually found in his dreams, it was the charred, half-dead version.

And it certainly didn’t help when he was told that the zombies were dead students. There was a very good possibility that his nightmare would come true.

So he sat nervously, eyes darting around the room every few seconds before pausing to close tiredly. What would happen if the zombies got through? What would happen if they couldn’t be stopped? What if he saw undead Vincent? He’d probably do something stupid like freak out and then trip over a stick, and then his brain would be gone. The other thing he had wondered about was why they were so interested in brains. It made no sense to him, frankly.

Fletcher hadn’t noticed that Andrew had moved. He didn’t hear him or see him—his eyelids drooped wearily over the bright blue eyes—and was shocked when the younger boy touched him. Letting out a small gasp, he jumped and his eyes flew open again. The werewolf looked over to the other quickly, startled, and opened his mouth to say something. It took a few moments, but finally he replied hurriedly, “Yeah. Fine. Really.”

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Wait, back up.

What do we do?

It wasn’t we. It was Daileh. She was the one who had the brilliant idea of raising the undead and, in all their splendor and glory, direct them at students at Winterthorne. It was her power that had moved the brain-crazed legion of zombies and then lost control. He didn’t have anything to do with it. As far as he was concerned, it was her problem, and she would have to deal with it. Unfortunately, part of him knew that she was going to make him take care of it. Both him and Jackson. Come on, I wasn’t even THERE tonight.

Which was true—the whole not-seeing-the-dead-rise-in-all-their-splendor-and-glory thing. Whereas everyone else had been all happy and sleeping in their beds, he was walking home from work. He had just reached the corner of his apartment, silently celebrating the fact that he would finally get to sleep, when his cell phone went off and told him to get his lazy ass to the auditorium. Thank you, Jackson. He needed that.

So, in response to Daileh’s and Jackson’s comments, he merely shrugged. Ezra didn’t seem much alive at the moment. Like the zombies, his head was tilted slightly to the side, and he stared off into the crowd. His hand rubbed Sammii’s back automatically, as if he was on auto-pilot, and his blue eyes lacked the spark they usually had. After a few more moments of staring, he was shocked back into the conversation by the werewolf’s voice. He looked down, blinking a few times before lifting the boy up and then sinking to the ground slowly. He sat, one leg sprawled out in front of him and the other pulled into an upside-down V, as he held Sammii against his chest.

“It’s going to be okay,” he muttered, barely looking up as Mort joined them. He wasn’t in the mood to talk to that boy. He looked to his left, where Dai sat, curled up in her sheets. Leaning over, a frown twitched across his lips and he whispered, “Get rid of them before they hit the gate.”

[sammii knowell]

[/color]—andrew
00A790—sammii

Woops, Andrew thought as he saw Fletcher's eyes fly open after hugging him and heard the gasp come from the older boy's mouth. "My bad, I didn't mean to surprise you," he muttered, amusement hinted in his emerald eyes. Honestly, he didn't get what was so scary about this situation other than the idiotic-ness in cooping every single person at the castle inside the auditorium. If the zombies broke in they were pretty much goners. Yeah, they all had magyck, but did that really make them any better at killing zombies? Not really. He couldn't exactly whack the head off a zombie by wielding fire. Sure maybe his enhanced strength could help, but that was just really gruesome. Ripping a zombie's head off with his bare hands? Blech...no thanks. Andrew continued to hold Fletcher in his arms quietly, not wanting to startle the other boy again, when he heard another person approach.

Moving his head slightly he saw it was Jay. A smile played on his lips as the short girl sat down next to them. "Hey Jay," he said, keeping his voice quiet, despite the fact that he was Andrew. Jay seemed just as frightened about everything as Fletcher was, maybe more. The way her voice shook when she had spoke had given that away. "The zombies got you spooked too, or is there something else?" he questioned with a smirk. Hopefully his light joking wouldn't get people annoyed at him, but it was annoying in itself having everyone so freaked out. So joking was really just Andrew's way of trying to help out in a situation. "If you need a hug, just ask."

He'd already pushed away the fact that the zombies included that of the dead students. He had needed to as soon as he'd heard the news. 'Cause that meant Vincent would be there—and that someone would have to cut his head off to kill him again. Surely if he hadn't pushed that thought away he'd have been no better off than Jay and Fletcher were right now. He'd already had his breakdown over Vince's death, it wasn't fair to make people go through his crying and moping again, not when he could be helping them instead.

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Sammii shut his eyes tight as he felt Ezra pick him up and slide down to the floor. "It’s going to be okay." He wanted to believe Ezra, but it was hard. Listening to what the demons around him were saying, he could piece together that it had been Daileh who had raised the zombies from the dead. Which in all honesty, didn't surprise him at all. Figured it would be her. The half-demon seriously scared Sammii, even if she seemed sweet and innocent at first, he could tell it was really just a charade. He didn't reply to Ezra with an answer, but instead buried his head into the fabric of the demon's jacket and snuggled close to him.

The sound of Mort's voice arriving made his eyes open once more. Sammii moved his head away from Ezra slightly to look at the demon. "H-hey Mort," he greeted in a quiet, tired voice. He just really wanted to go to his dorm and sleep, but that was an impossibility now. They were stuck in the large auditorium with zombies approaching to try and kill them all and a snowstorm raging outside just to add to everything. After greeting the demon, he buried his head into Ezra's chest and closed his eyes tightly once more. He could fall asleep right now in Ezra's lap if he wasn't so freaked out. Stupid freakin' zombies. Stupid freakin' snowstorms.[/ul][/blockquote][/size]

[adalyn warner]

CC1ACC is adalyn!
990000 is jackson!

Great. They were going to die, and Kasen wanted to have a quickie in the prop room. Typical. She was actually contemplating the idea for a good half minute before he fell onto her lap. "Hello handsome," she replied, smirking. She began laughing at his grin, knowing all to well what he was planning.

Leaning down, she pressed her lips against his, silencing his thoughts for a brief five seconds before she let up. Looking around, she could tell they were in for a wait, but why now for sex? "What did you have in mind?" She asked it anyway. Who knows, it could be the last time they ever were together, for all anyone knew...

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Sure. Great idea Dai. Way to get every fucking person killed. Now make himself and Ezra clean up your mess. Like always. Now the demon was frustrated. And where the fuck was Logan? Honestly, he never saw the girl anymore. Ugh. Closing his eyes, he heard Mort join Dai, and a low, angry growl came from deep inside. He sure as hell had a good reason to hate that kid, he broke his leg. And then Ezra took him to three different hospitals, before he finally got Jay to heal him. Fucker.

Opening his eyes, he stared up at the ceiling. Grabbing his cell phone, he sent a text to Logan, asking her where the fuck she was. Same wording and everything. He was beyond caring that she hated his cussing in almost every other sentence. The only thing he cared about now was getting rid of the stupid problem, and not getting himself killing in the process. "D'you think my power will work on them?" he thought aloud, thinking of the ways to kill a zombie.

[Parker James]

It was a typical day at Winterthorne. Well, maybe not too typical. Parker was somewhere laying low in a corner of the auditorium. He could feel all the mixed up emotions radiating from his fellow students. Still, he couldn't bring himself to be -that- social to go up and talk to them. Adalyn was off with a guy he recognized as Kasen. That was his cue to stay his distance for now. He let out a weak smile as he stepped out of the corner and closer to his peers.

Parker frowned as he began to realize just how many people were paired off. Somehow, it was beginning to feel more to him like prom than just a gathering of students. That damn snow storm had trapped them all in here. On the positive side, there weren't any zombies in the auditorium. That would be bad. Who the hell decided to turn dead people into zombies anyway? He was stumped. Parker looked wary as he took a seat somewhere a safe distance away from everyone. He didn't want to get accused of interrupting or anything.

Smiling, he waved over at Adalyn and a few others he had recently started to recognize. It was amazing how he went from not really knowing anyone to recognizing most of the people here in just a few days. Parker wondered he that really happened. Maybe after three (going on four..) years he was finally coming out of his shell. Adjusting to being around and trying to befriend what was supposed to be your mortal enemies took time. That was his reasoning for his anti-social past at least. He sighed as he leaned back and gazed up at the ceiling.

Parker couldn't help but wonder how they were going to take care of this zombie epidemic. Surely nobody wanted to hear about anymore deaths. He didn't know any of the students who were now just names on headstones, but he was sure they were missed. What if someone in this room were to get killed by a zombie? Would he miss them? Yeah, he probably would. Thankfully, if nothing else, he could at least be kept around for his healing ability. The thought brought a smile to his lips. They were bound to want him around even if it was simply to ensure their own safety. Somehow, it brought an odd sense of comfort to an uncertain time.

[Xio Beckett]

Teal = Xio
Orange = TK
White = Dani


Zombies. Lalalalaaaa…..cue scary music, stupid woman in heels, screaming idiotically , trying to run away even though She didn’t need to since Zombies are slow as fuck and then-Whoawhoawhoa….Zombies?FUCKINGHELL, ZOMBIES. No seriously, turn off the stupid music because this was REAL. Xio was being shoved out of her room into the hall in a tank top and her pajama bottoms, having just been woken up from sleeping and lucky for her, she had grabbed her phone before they yanked her out of the room, screaming about ‘Zombies’ and ‘run’ and ‘ohmyfuckinggod.’ Of course, she was even luckier that they let her go back and grab blankets and pillow. Her first thought had been, ‘what the hell?’ Followed closely by ‘Where’s Evan?!’ And then she had been literally shoved into the auditorium like an animal and now they were all locked in this room wondering what the hell was going on.

She was clutching Evan--because we all knew she would find him someway--and trying not to freak out despite now incredibly hard it was. Her body was shaking as she sat between Evan’s legs, leaning against his chest, hand’s tangled with his in fear. Zombies. Real ones. Of all the crazy shit she had ever seen she never thought Zombies was going to go on her list. And that freakiest part…they were her dead classmates. As if she wasn’t already going to have nightmares to begin with now she had to see her classmates there too. Tears prickled behind her eyes as she sat there, time ticking by too slow to be real. She hated knowing she was locked in this room, surrounded by who knew what on the outside. What if they were out there? What if some people were already dead? The thought made her grimace in horror. So many people had already died and she didn’t think she could handle losing someone she knew.

A lot of people were asleep. A few weren’t. Despite the situation, a smile graced her lips, light and happy to know that her best friends were okay. Fletcher was over talking to Andrew and just seeing them allowed her to breathe a little easier. And Ada was okay too, thank God. And she’d seen Ivan around here somewhere as well some more people. It was a relief to see all the faces of the people she knew. At least everyone was okay. “Evan?” She whispered, in case he was asleep; her hands absently messing with his. She leaned into him, a shiver passing down her throat as she choked out her words. “I’m scared…”

***

Seriously, Zombies? TK glanced around the room with a raised eyebrow. Wow. This was a new one. Vampires, Werewolves, superheroes…that was normal…but Zombies? Man, someone really fucked up somewhere on this one. She brought a pale hand up to push away her bangs and tightened the grip on her messy ponytail. Judging by her outfit it was obvious she too, had been sleeping and woken up. Her blue Mariners baseball tee-shirt and baggy track pants were wrinkled and on a little crooked as she stood up to make her way through the pile of sleeping students to find Ivan where he was.

She didn’t know whether to be scared or anxious or just a little bit excited or all three! I mean, hello, how many times in your life did something this bizarre happen to you? The undead walking among us, trying to eat you. So much cooler than the movie “28 Days Later.” And that movie had been great. She could almost picture the scene, despite how sick it was, and see her dead classmates stumbling around, going for someone’s head. Ew. Cool. Ha. TK laughed and took a seat next to Ivan, leaning into him without thought. “What’s shakin’?” she asked, poking him lightly in the chest and smirking at his night gear.

***

Among the various groups of people, some crying over dramatically, some trying to act like they didn’t care, one head of fiery hair stood out a bit brighter than the others. Dani, grumpy, and annoyed squirmed in her spot on the auditorium floor and clutched her blanket and her cell phone like life preserves. She was starting to feel a bit lonely, sitting in the corner all by herself like a moron with no one to talk to. This was so stupid. How the hell did Zombies just rise from the dead one day? She was observantly bored and more or less annoyed with life in general. Even without super amazing hearing she could pick out Sammii’s voice through her classmates and pinpoint him some twenty five feet away. God, how she missed that kid. Her ex best friend.

She missed him now more than ever. It wasn’t fun at all to be in a state of crisis and be all alone. She felt isolated for some reason. At least everyone else was together over there, comforting each other. She on the other hand seemed to have been left out and forgotten. Or in Sammii’s case, ignored as usual. Okay, so she usually ignored him just as much and god, she hated it so, so much but she had to. She was so tired of being idiotically in love with him and being hated for it by Ezra and well as used by it by Sammii. This was killing her. He was killing her. Out of everything she needed right now, the one she needed the most was for someone to come over and hug her and remind her that she still mattered, no matter how selfish or stupid she was---as trust me--she knew she was. Her eyes flickered back in her friends direction and jumped at the sound of his voice. No, not Sammii. Adrien. Yes, him. She would never admit it but lately it was near impossible to get him off her mind and lately she hadn’t been trying to very hard. Even though he used to act like a complete douche bag, he really wasn’t, she had learned. Even Adrien had a little bit of good in him. Okay, he had more than a little bit. He was actually pretty amazing once you got to know him. Danni’s head fell and her lips faded into a frown. She pulled her blanket tighter around herself and leaned against the base of the stage, determined to stop feeling like such an outcast. She didn’t need other people, she could sit her and deal with her own damn feelings.

[Gretchen Fitzroy]

So brewing on this whole "I'm pissed off because I'm bored and scared" idea wasn't really putting Gretchen into a good mood, was it? But hey, who could blame her? She was a sitting duck, on the sides lines, watching the course of fear and nerves take it's place. The teenager couldn't help letting her chocolate eyes sweep over the faces o each individual before her, filing their expressions one by one. So many had the obvious and utmost common face; that holding traces of being frightened or miserable. Others had looks of annoyance, and even boredom streaming through their features. Gretch was probably included in the first, and last of these two. As much as she was scared that this could get nasty, she couldn't help but feel that if only they were allowed to do something about it... the whole 'zomg there are zombies coming to suck out my brains' fiasco could be avoided.

In fact... sitting here, having to watch people (and feel herself, for that matter) fret was not helping in the slightest. If anything, the constant buzz of anxiety was going layering on these feelings thick, making Gretch grow more fed up with the situation as the seconds ticked pass. Why did this have to happen to Winterthorne? They were already a weird school, so why, oh why did things just have to be jacked up to a higher level on the 'creepy' scale? It was kind of ridiculous, if you thought about it. Winterthorne had it's fair share of odd stuff, so why couldn't the zombies like, piss off to some other school or something? Everything was just so frustrating.

Almost unable to sit still, Gretchen quickly looked to her side. She wasn't sitting with any of her friends, so that didn't mean she felt rude when standing up. Her doona fell from her legs, but the girl managed to grab at her phone before it fell from her clutches. Deciding that the current lighting of the auditorium would provide a kind of false sense of security for her, in means of what she was wearing, the teenager allowed her arms to reach above her head in a stretch. God knows how long she was going to be here for. Glancing down at her phone, the girl popped up the slide before scrolling into a new message to send to her brother, Zeke.

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hope ur havin fun at home :]
just so happens that zombies decided to attack
the school. so atm im cooped up in the school hall,
waiting for us to get them, or them to get us. cool, eh?
i bet ur not enjoying urself as much as i am, zeke.
hmb, gretch x

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In the meantime, the girl had leaned against the wall behind her. Just as long as her twin had some credit to waste on her, maybe she'd live through this. Zeke had dropped out of school this year, insisting to go to some stupid normal high school. She bet he wouldn't ever have to be locked up like this, not being able to determine just what was going outside the walls of their school. She hated not being informed like this, it sent the girl crazy. Moving on, Gretchen then made an attempt to sit down, however in her sloppy act, she managed to topple over side-wards, coincidently landing on the person next to her. Well, that was just dandy, wasn't it? With the small 'oomph', she tried to bare the brunt of her fall, by placing a free hand over the other side of the person. Great plan that was. Way to make an idiot of yourself, Gretch.[/blockquote][/size]

[fletcher cross]

339900 - fletcher.
teal - ezra.

His mind didn’t really register what Andrew had said. He figured it was either some sort of joke or apology, so his head lowered about a millimeter down in sad attempt at a nod and he made a sort of “huh” noise without moving his lips. He didn’t even curl up against Andrew like he usually did when he was held. Fletcher sat in the same position, staring at the cold floor in front of his sleeping bag. After a few moments of staring, shivering once because of the sudden chill that hit his arms, he lifted his eyes to look straight across the crowd and to the other wall.

There were a people crammed against it, seeing as the staff decided that everyone had to suffer together, but none of them seemed to know each other. Or, none of them seemed to be talking—at least the group of people he was watching. A few girls, clustered together, though not talking. Weren’t girls always talking? And then suddenly one was standing up. She got out a phone and starting playing with it. Whiel she was focused on something, he looked her over. She, he decided, was very pretty in that sort of I’m-a-runway-model-in-disguise type of thing.

Aren’t you already hugging me? Fletcher turned his head to look at Andrew before following his gaze to the newcomer. “Hey Jay,” he said dully before turning his head back to where it had been moments ago. The girl was trying to sit down. She ended up tripping somehow and using another person for balance, proceeding with what looked like some frantic apology. Finally a small smile tugged at his lips. No, the two girls didn’t seem like friends. In fact...she seemed pretty much alone. He untangled Andrew’s arms from his body, got up, and carefully stepped through the crowd of sleeping bags—sometimes tripping a little over people or dragging someone’s sleeping bag a few feet before getting yelled at—and found himself in front of Gretchen. He bent down so that he was balanced on his haunches, multi-colored, shaggy hair swaying a little as he moved.

“Hi, I’m Fletcher. Want to sit with me?” He hoped it wasn’t too creepy.

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Sammii looked like he was dying, honestly. His eyes reflected all the sleep he wanted to drift into, the fear that had suddenly come with the announcement of attacking zombies (seriously, what the fuck?), and the tiniest hint of annoyance that they were all stuck in a small auditorium together. Or maybe that was Ezra’s annoyance. He certainly wasn’t enjoying himself. Well, except for holding Sammii. And watching Dai dive under her covers when Mort came around. Unfortunately, Jackson wasn’t providing much entertainment, but he figured it could be worse. “Sammii,” he muttered, kissing the boy on the forehead before resting his head back against the pillar. “Go to sleep.”

He looked over to Jackson, thinking his question over. “I’m not sure,” he began, raising an eyebrow. In fact, he didn’t even know how it worked in the first place, let alone if it worked on the undead. “And unless you wanna risk your life to try it, I say we stick with the whole beheading thing.” He wasn’t about to lose more people. Especially when said people could rise again. Not only would that multiply zombie numbers, but he’d end up having to decapitate people like his best friends—which really, really sucked.