Everything that followed Tori's heroic strike seemed to happen all at once and it was a little overwhelming as her mind reeled at it all; especially considering that she had not yet fully come to terms with the days happenings.  Sure, she had temporarily collected herself, but Victoria was always good at keeping cool under pressure that would make most people break down.  It would all hit her later like a runaway semi-truck.  That's how high-stress situations always seemed to work for the redhead.<br/><br/>First, there was the girl that had been crying in the stall.  A few moments after the zombie fell into a heap on the floor and blood started to gush from the fallen body, the girl came shuffling out of the bathroom stall.  While normally, Victoria would have taken a good long look at a woman with a figure like this girl had, today hardly called for Tori's normal deviant thoughts.  The world was falling apart around them and sex was the last thing on Tori's mind, despite the raging hormones of her<i>'confused'</i>mind.  Yes, Tori was not of the...<i>'normal'</i>female persuasion.  She'd been raised Catholic and had been taught that homosexuality was terribly wrong.  Liking boys was<i>'normal'</i>and even though Victoria wished that she could be<i>'normal'</i>, she'd never take a look at a boy and had anything in her body or mind spark a hormonal want.  other women on the other hand...  Well, let's just say that Tori found a great appreciation in aesthetics of the female form.<br/><br/>Just as Tori was about to open her mouth to introduce herself, the ceiling came crashing down and a green-eyed, brunette boy came falling from the duct work.  How long had he been up there?  Was he going to just hide up there while this gorgeous specimen of a young lady got eaten alive?  What kind of spineless excuse of a fucking man did that?  She was a god damn cheerleader - a 'frail' sex symbol to the majority of campus.  Despite this, even she had stepped in to save her fellow students.<br/><br/>Again, she was about to speak, though this time it was going to be a berating outburst as opposed to a kind greeting.  Again, she was interrupted before she could do so.  Even worse, the words that interrupted her, that warning that she was standing in a death trap, was absolutely bat-shit ignorant.  Being a history buff and majoring in archaeology, Tori quickly remembered the Battle of Thermopylae in which the three hundred Spartans, along with a small number of allied soldiers from nearby city-states, were able to hold the Thermopylae pass for three days against an invading Greek army that was at least eight thousand strong.  How?  By utilizing pincer tactics as well as the Thermopylae Pass's natural bottle-neck formations.  Death trap?  If the entire campus had been infected then forcing the zombies into a one versus one bottle neck, such as a lone door, might be the best chance for survival.  Once again, she was about to speak up when she was cut off<b>again</b>.<br/><br/>This time it wasn't by words, but by a sharp whistle echoing through the gymnasium.  "Someone else is alive," was all that she managed to get out in a relatively excited voice before she darted out of the girl's restroom in search of whoever it was.  She assumed that the other three would follow, but even if they did not, at least they weren't alone anymore.  They would have each other.  This other person might not be so lucky.  Tori had to find the source of the noise.