<div class="floatleft">(http://thebestcelebritybodies.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/119-Chris-Hemsworth-picture.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_u">NAME:</span></strong> Tristyn Phoenix<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">AGE:</span></strong> 26<br/><strong><span class="bbc_u">TAG:</span></strong> Open, Snow </span><br/><br/>His head ached as he sat proped against the concrete block wall of the university.  His blue green eyes focused in on the sign across from him that read "A healthy lifestyle is a happy life" He couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation, plus the fact that blood smeared hand prints nearly covered the word happy.<br/><br/>Scuffling came from the right, then the left.<br/><br/>With a groan he pushed himself up and towards the small door near the ironic sign.  The door held a small red cross in a white square, above the symbol was a frosted door window that was dark inside however the bloded handprints from the inside caused his stomache to sink a bit.<strong>"god dammit!"</strong>he muttered softly to himself as hobbled towards the door.  His left side hurt like hell and he was favoring his right leg alot.  A hand, still trembling from a jeep rolling, reached out clasping about the hooked door handle and soon to follow was the soft clicking sound as the door opened.<br/><br/>Silence from inside, faster movement came from the right, slower shifting from left down the hall.<br/><br/>With a gulp he pushed onward inside the room letting the door close behind him alittle louder then he had wished.  His hand felt around for a switch and soon the room lit up brightly<strong>"not the brightest idea, but then again I didn't plan for zombies"</strong>Blood smears lead all about the room as 3 dead bodies lay strewn about<strong>"God..."</strong>he repreased puking as he clenched his teeth making his way into the back room.<br/><br/>Within moments he was in a small storage closet and within moments he was scrambling backwards as half a walker began to pull itself towards him hissing and gurgling out at him<strong>"what are you?"</strong>he asked dumbly.<em>You know what they are you arse! they're walkers, the undead.... ZOMBIES! KILL KILL KILL!</em>With a grunt he brought his booted foot up and stomped downward crushing the decaying skull of what looked to be the undead nurse.<br/><br/>The scuffling from the left grew to be mear feet away.<br/><br/>He found himself removing his shirt setting it on a stock shelf as he ran his hand over the huge bruise at his side.<strong>"yeah, most likely broken"</strong>he exclaimed as he reached from some ace bandages and began to wrap his ribs up tightly. Minuets passed and he began to slip his shirt on as he was taking in the items left on the shelves when the thumping and banging began.  With haste he slipped to the front office of the nurses station looking at the other two doors in the room that lead to exam rooms.<br/><br/>It wasn't coming from those rooms.  Then his eyes fell on the mass of silhouettes on the otherside of the frosted glass as he stood in shock.<br/><br/>So once more his mouth spurted out "Fuck!" This time not so quiet