<div style="text-align: center"><a class="link link--external" href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s29/hellrazer212/zadoksplash.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">DESMOND</a> <u>DEZ</u> <a class="link link--external" href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s29/hellrazer212/zadokside.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">ZADOK</a>​</div><br/>Clearly it was a wonderful idea to launch yourself into an apocalyptic nightmare alone. Dez would have called Sara back, but was too shocked by being thrown a sword for long enough that by the time he looked up she had disappeared. He had caught the thing in a spasm of sorts, despite not paying attention to the woman before she threw it at him. Hands clamped down over the sheath as he looked down to examine what he had, up to find Sara had picked herself up and bolted off in a heartbeat, and then back down again, unsheathing the sword and making a mental note that had the blade been sheathless when he caught it, like Drake's was, he'd be missing about eight fingers now.<br/><br/>As Drake spoke eyes tilted upward to make a note of the man speaking to him. He had seen him before... somewhere. Neuro, perhaps? Some kind of class. Probably Neuro. Dez almost chuckled at mention of the cheerleader. "She's a tempting one, but I'm fairly certain I'm more fond of having my brains uneaten than my arm around a babe's hips. Even that one. We'll go grab your ride. Seems like the most prudent thing to do, anyway." he replied, slapping a hand over Drake's shoulder. "And with a couple swords and no idea how to use them, who could stand in our way?" he smirked, pulling the blade out of its sheathe completely, giving it a once-over as he beckoned Drake to follow.<br/><br/>The hallways were bleak for the most part, blood splattered or sprayed generously but with a remarkable dearth of bodies, the only ones being rather gruesomely torn-up or caved in. Dez had a good knowledge of the layout of the building, including all the special shortcuts that opened from one hallway, through one of the larger, nodal lecture halls, into another, covering distance quickly, eyes darting around in paranoia. "With any luck, flailing like a madman just might cut it. Cut them. You know what I mean."