<div align="center">(Continued after this (http://[url=http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=155893.0) event)</div><br/><div align="center">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/parkinglot.jpg)</div><br/>The student parking lot looks normal, despite the quiet that seems to permeate the air. The distant roar of the eastern freeway is distinctly absent and no cars pass on the streets surrounding McKinney High School.  If anyone had gone around to the front of the school, it would only have added to the feeling of wrongness in the air; it was empty. Not one car filled a space, not even the ones reserved for the police who consisted of campus security.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i678.photobucket.com/albums/vv145/JanaelleWoW/Other/tumblr_m9yzwaztkm1rdkypqo1_400.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Michael Sandalphon<br/><strong>Location</strong>: McKinney High student parking log<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: Same as in the picture, sunglasses on<br/><strong>Tagged</strong>: OPEN<br/><br/>It was to the southern exit of this parking lot that Michael went, standing on the sidewalk and facing the lake that lay across from the school.  A few students had already left and a few more were leaving now, wanting to go home after hearing what Michael had to say. He knew it would be hard for most to leave their parents behind, but the kids here – well, they wouldn’t be kids for very long – had a fortitude that even they didn’t know about yet. That’s why he had come here, after the vision had shown him what would happen. He didn’t know why they would die, only that it was some sort of disease and that the pandemic would spread to the entire world faster than anyone would predict. In the end, all that mattered was what was coming and that those who he guided to the coast would be a bastion of hope in a dark, twisted world.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, his “sight” wasn’t perfect. There were holes made by people’s choices, branches where he could see outcomes and the people who would create them. What was worse, he knew he couldn’t shape the decisions that created those events. People would die and he could only do so much. Michael was reminded of that the hard way as a white truck left the parking lot and he visibly flinched. She would have been a great help to their little group, but he couldn’t force anyone to join. Still, he had hoped she would come with and now, some of those who<em>would</em>come might die.<br/><br/>Now, all there was to do was wait and see who he had convinced and who he had failed.<br/>