<div style="text-align: center"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#32cd32">Drake T. Wardell</span>​</div><br/>Everything seemed to be happening so fast, that even Drake had a difficult time processing the scene.  First the young girl in the skimpy uniform dashed out and disappeared down the hallways, and now the other young lady Sara has run off.<br/><br/>For the moment that Sara is away, Drake turns to the blond haired man as he walks along side him out the restroom door, and says "Yeah.  Dude, we need to escape.  Why does everyone keep running off----"<br/><br/>Drake's speaking is interrupted by the sound of footsteps sprinting back down the hall in his direction.  Sara's back, with an armload of strange exotic melee weapons.  As she tossed the nine-ringed broadsword to Drake, he jumped back in fear of it slicing him.<br/><br/>"Jeez!  Careful!"  He yelled at her, as he then corrected himself.. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell..  Thank you, though I've never used one of these before."  Drake knelt down, to pick up the sword by the handle, and gripped it with two hands, slowly swinging it from side to side, eyeing up and down the blade, inspecting the weapon.  As the terrifying thought entered his mind that he may actually have to use it, he jerked up to attention as Sara spoke again.<br/><br/>“Now that you guys have weapons you can do whatever you want. I’m getting out of here.” He heard Sara explain, before she dashed toward the exit in hopes of escaping this nightmare.  Hearing her say this made Drake thing to himself.<br/><br/><i>Well, shit.  I guess they do have the right idea for now.  We have to keep moving.  I just really wish we would have stuck together... I hate being alone.</i>Drake pondered as he had to make a quick decision.  He glanced at the direction he saw the baseball bat wielding girl go earlier, and then back at the exit where Sara ran off to.<br/><br/><i>C'mon.. Think think... Sara just left, so she couldn't have gone far, but the cheerleader girl thought she heard someone else.  Wait a second...  If I can get to my Jeep, I can just escape this entire hell hole all together, and get to my uncle's house, right outside of town.  Yeah!  Ugh, but my Jeep is in the commuter lot, which is on the other side of the dorms from here.  And I'll need to get back to my room to get my car keys...</i><br/><br/>Drake was lost deep in thought, as he took a minute to weigh the situation.  Looking over to the blond haired man, his eyes changed as he has decided to make quite a bold decision which he admits to himself contradicts his earlier view that everyone should stick together.  "Hey...  I'm gonna go back to my dorm room and get the keys to my vehicle, and get the fuck out of this place.  It's in the same direction we saw Sara run, so I'll try to keep an eye out for her.  If you want to go with me, you're welcome to, but I understand if you have other plans.  And If you are gonna go check on that cheerleader.... Take care of yourself man.  Maybe we'll meet up again."<br/><br/>The eerie moans of the undead echoed throughout campus, as he quickly, but tactically sneaked out the exit, keeping an eye out for zombies as he made his way toward the dorms. Pretty soon, he noticed the disembodied head of a zombie, lying on the ground seemingly freshly decapitated.<i>Could Sara be near?</i>Drake was concerned, and wanted to know if she was okay, but as his main objective was to get to his dorm for now, he kept walking alert.  Besides, he was no fighter, and she looked pretty damn capable of handling herself.