Gale looked into Donny's eyes. His bloodshot, undead eyes. But despite all that, there was a strength and warmth in them. The sort of things she needed at this moment.<br/><br/>Dipping her hand into her pocket, Gale handed over Everson's car keys into Donny's palm. "I got Mr. Everson's keys as well. I figured his car might have more guns."<br/><br/>Mr. Everson drove a Hummer. A girlfriend of hers once said that "Hummers were cars for guys with tiny dicks." Jokingly, she'd look at Gale and ask, "Would you get one?" But a car like that would be useful. It held a lot of stuff, could drive off the road quite well, and didn't lose much speed when crashing through things. If only she could drive, she thought.<br/><br/>Clutching herself gently, she looked back at the school building. There was some sort of commotion building up, like the noise of a cafeteria during lunchtime, but no screams of the sort. Perhaps the rest of the school was discussing about the current situation, though a few angry shouts and screams managed to unburden themselves from the hubbub of the general conversation and ring loudly in the air.<br/><br/>"Leon wanted to hole up. The student council's staying. He said there was an evacuation centre 10 kilometres north of the school."<br/><br/>She looked down at her own body again. Undead. She imagined their visages at a distance, and the iron sights of a rifle trained upon her head.<br/><br/>"They might shoot us if we go there," she muttered weakly. "We look dead."