<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/>Few things in life were as brutally obvious as the fact that they couldn't beat the entire horde into submission. Each dead body meant another to their ranks, after all - this wasn't the kind of force you could just hole up and fight. This wasn't a war - this was a hunt. A plague. An extermination. The kind of tactics necessary here were not the kind used by Spartans, but the kind used by runaways and exiles. Contingency upon contingency, and the ability to run away from unending odds without shame. History books might remember martyrs, but unless the brainless, shambling corpses could somehow gain literacy, that wasn't much of an incentive. Full frontal wasn't going to solve anything, here.<br/><br/>A few voices coupled the battlecry as one became three - quite likely all the better. Hopefully, at least. The first one seemed remarkably calm for someone holed up in a bathroom stall, and was responded to in kind, despite the obvious answer. "Clueless as you are, Sara. Part of the reason I'm moving around - I'm not a fan of being left in the dark. Second reason's because I don't want to end up like Yorick over there." he said, cocking his head towards the shattered zombie-skull.<br/><br/>The first girl, however, remained quiet except for a sharp, spoken thought for no one in particular, and only after she turned around did it dawn on Dez that she was wearing... a cheerleader's outfit. Something about that just gave the whole situation a whimsical tone, if only for a moment, running in his direction and past as he silently, awkwardly sidestepped out of her way, just sort of processing the weirdness that she just seemed to generally emanate.<br/><br/>"Uh-" came the response as Drake spoke, still a little off-balance as he tilted his head away from the cheerleader. "Sure. Let's do that." he replied with a slow nod, beckoning the other two through the door behind Tori as he sighed internally, quietly speaking to himself. "Onward and awkward."