Gale ducked behind a car as she heard footsteps. Focused footsteps. It was not some shambling zombie; the footsteps were spaced evenly apart.<br/><br/>Holding her Desert Eagle, Gale shot upwards and pointed the gun in the direction of the noise. The iron sights of the pistol lined up with the young man's chest, though she could still see most of his figure. And what the student held in his hands.<br/><br/>"Who's—"<br/><br/>Her eyes immediately went to the bloody baseball bat held by the young man in front of her. It made her a little sick, though perhaps it was all in her head. She did wonder if she could vomit, and what she would vomit out. Her lunch probably gone through her whole system already, which left vomit, bile and other disgusting things she associated with zombies.<br/><br/>Lowering the gun slowly, she looked nervously into Donny's eyes. He looked undead, but his eyes were definitely focused in her view. His movements were still human-like. He didn't make any groaning noises.<br/><br/>That was what would have gone through her head if the baseball bat didn't occupy all her waking thoughts.<br/><br/>"Y-you killed someone?" gasped Gale.