<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dc143c"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Trinity Rose Langton</a></u></b></span>​</div><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#dc143c"><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a></u></b></span><b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a></u></b><u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a></u><a class="link link--external" href="http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">http://i59.tinypic.com/24v407p.jpg</a><br/><br/><i>So far, so good ... </i><br/><br/>Trinity had been able to navigate her way around and was almost to the back entrance like she'd wanted. However, it wasn't as empty as she had hoped for. It was only one but common sense and the few zombie movies she<i>had</i>seen made the former Army member know it could still be dangerous. The answer was obvious and simple in concept; take it out with a bullet. Simultaneously, doing so would no doubt attract all the others she had worked so hard to keep herself hidden away from. Worse off, they'd try to get in the school. Her teeth gripped her lower lip as she stared at the undead from a distance, trying to think of a good plan before actually doing anything. If she was going to pull the trigger, she wanted to make it count for one. Two, if there was some way to make the shot quieter, she'd do so to keep from gathering too much unneeded attention.<br/><br/>The only thing that Trinity could find with the second possibility, however, was her leather top. "Fuck that!" she hissed lowly, shaking her head no. Her clothes were already a bit of a hazard in themselves. She had tons of exposed areas and it made her easy to try to bite. But that was also the difference between what-if scenarios and reality. She intended to focus more on the latter, resorting to possibilities when those bridges arrived. Her gaze shifted from the ground to in front of her as footsteps approaching caught her ears.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, they weren't friendly ones either. The damn zombie had finally noticed her and began to move.<br/><br/><i>Well, so much for that ... </i><br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Trinity finally pulled her pistol out. Her ankles tensed as she aimed right for its head. After a brief countdown from three, she pulled on it. Without waiting to see how many had heard and were coming this way, she ran past the now permanently dead corpse and through the door, finally entering the university.<br/><br/><i>God-fucking-damnit!</i><br/><br/>Her eyes darted quickly from side to side as she looked for something, anything to barricade the door. If there was such an object, it wasn't in immediate sight. After some hesitation, she licked her lips before letting out a loud, long whistle. There was no way she was the<i>only</i>person here, right? Well, that'd definitely be one way to find out. And if so ... well ... she may have just set up her own death trap.<br/><br/>Until she was proven right, wrong, or otherwise however, Trinity stayed with her back against the rear door, gun firmly held in her right hand. If push came to shove ... no, no. She wouldn't dwell on<i>those</i>thoughts until they truly came up. Besides, she didn't want to use the firearms on an actual person, not unless it couldn't be helped. She'd already been forced to do that back when she served. If she could help it, Trinity wouldn't repeat those days again.