"Shut the fuck up!" Abel yelled rather loudly at the pounding and groaning at his door, Abel having taken to pacing the room worriedly, his mind racing.  He had to escape, but he didn't know the situation.  He didn't know what area's were totally infested or which ones were still holding out- he could race out into a death trap if he wasn't careful.  He moved over to his laptop, opening his browser and email, scrolling through contacts, grinding his teeth.  He spotted one: Damien, he was in the dorm.<br/><br/>He rapidly typed away, the pounding driving him a little nuts.<br/><br/><br/>Damien,<br/><br/>Abel here.   Trapped in my dorm first floor.<br/><br/><br/>-Abel<br/><br/>He typed quickly, hoping he'd respond.  If not... He'd have to start running.