It was probably a good thing that Tori had taken off out of there like a bat out of hell.  A gorgeous woman was her kryptonite; the one thing out of all things that had the biggest chance of breaking her normally focused mind.  Sara certainly qualified for this and with her being so comfortable just stripping out of her gi like that...  No; Tori needed to stay focused.  It was paramount to her survival.  The longer she stayed focused, the longer that she could prolong the inevitable breakdown of her mind and spirit after she had had sufficient time to fully digest everything that was happening.  She needed to find the other survivor then meet back up with the three from before.  Then, together, they might have a chance of reaching the dorms.  Once Tori was safe inside her room and out of her skank-suit, then she could break down and cry; not a second sooner.  later would be fine f she could find some mental duct tape capable of handling the strain, but definitely not sooner and definitely not in front of anyone!<br/><br/>The redhead noted that she did not seem to be being pursued by the other three.  Just as well; they were unarmed.  They needed to stick together for safety.  At least Tori had a bat.  It wasn't a world-class zobie slayer weapon, but it<i>was</i>a weapon.<br/><br/>Left then right; down a corridor then another left.  Where the fuck were these whistles coming from and who was back here?  It sounded like they were coming from the back of the gymnasium where the rear entrance to the campus was.  Surely there were zombies outside.  What kind of fucking moron break into a school full of zombies!?  Tori's mind likened it to a criminal breaking into prison.  Why?  Fucking why!?  The very question flared her redhead temper.  Sure, she was a sweet girl and friendly as can be, but all natural redheads have a trigger to release that special brand of fiery rage.  Tori's was blinding stupidity; or what she viewed as such, anyway.  Perhaps this survivor would call it bravery.  Tori had played enough Dungeons and Dragons to know how that worked.  Paladins called in chivalry.  Paladins were always the first ones to die, too.  Fucking martyrs...  Where was this person's survival instincts?  Fucking morons!  Yes, Tori's mind and mouth could get quite foul when she was upset.<br/><br/>Left then right; another corridor then one more left.  That's when Tori saw her - another survivor, another woman, and another smoking hot one at that.  As the zombies outside struggled to gain entry, the girl's breasts bounced with each impact.<i>'Seriously?'</i>Tori thought,<i>'I'm going to be the flattest-chested survivor aren't I?'</i>Tori didn't actually mind this, of course.  She liked her large B-cups.  They were a perfect handful without being so big that they were a problem when doing anything that needed agility or athleticism.  In her mind, she had the perfect tits, but that didn't mean that she didn't like larger breasts on other girls.  No, she loved that, but Victoria did not need the distraction right now.<br/><br/>"What the hell are you doing, idiot!?" Tori spat out as she threw her own body against the door at full speed.  It looked like it might have hurt, but after taking so many dives to save from taking a point on the volleyball court, Tori was used to this kind of impact.  Tori then made an important decision; a risky one, but she felt it was necessary.  Victoria sacrificed her bat as a way to bar the door by shoving it handle-first through the door handles.  Thank God that Louisville sluggers were made with the same stellar quality that they always had been.  It should hold for a while - not forever, but certainly long enough for the survivors to formulate a plan.<br/><br/>"You don't look like a God-damned student!  Did you intentionally fucking walk into this living hell!?  What kind of fucking idiot are you!?" Tori shouted as she stepped away from the barred door and turned her attention to the drop-dead gorgeous blonde.