<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Drake T. Wardell</span>​</div><br/><i>Fucking son of a monkey fucker. That hurt.</i><br/><br/>The brown haired man lay quiet for a moment, as all the commotion was going on.  He took note of the way the girl dressed in the cheer-leading uniform eyed the other female with hungry eyes momentarily, before storming off.  He managed to catch a glimpse up her skirt from his ground level viewpoint as she ran past.  This was purely accidental, as he turned his view away as quickly as he could, listening to her footsteps as she dashed out of the room.<br/><br/><i>Christ, my head hurts.</i><br/><br/>Drake turns his attention to the strange blond haired man that had made his way into the restroom, and then over to the female that had come out of the stall.  If his ears did not betray him, he believes she identified herself as 'Sara Malark.'  She looked like a nice girl, and very toned as well.  She seemed to be a very dedicated athlete, but with a look of innocence and discipline about her.<br/><br/>In great pain, Drake moves himself over, and gets up on one knee, and then pushing himself off the ground stands up slowly.   Shaking his head, he rubs the back of his neck with his right hand as he responds to Sara's question, "..My name is Drake... and I have no idea what's going on.  It's like everyone on campus started eating each other.  Like something out of a sci fi film!"<br/><br/>Drake had definitely taken notice of the beautifully sculpted body the young woman had, and stuttered as he nervously reached his hand out to shake hers.  "I-I know we just met, but we should probably stick together.  And, why did that crazy girl run out?  Irrational thinking before you make a decision like that can get you killed! She won't last two minutes out there acting like that.  Even if someone's alive out there, it's no use jumping in, until we formulate a plan."<br/><br/>Looking back, the green eyed nerd cursed himself for not thinking quicker.  Why did he hesitate so much, when this girl was in need of help.  He decided to himself, that if he were to survive for very long, this fear of women is definitely something he would need to work on overcoming.<br/><br/>Drake turned to the blond haired man, and noticed that he seemed like a dependable person, someone he could get along with before even knowing his name.  His breathing slowed to normal, as he turned his gaze from the man, back to Sara.<br/><br/>"So, what do you guys think?  I say we stick together.  ...and that girl needs our help.  If there really is someone else out there, we can't just leave them to die."