<strong>Saturday, December 22, 2012 at 5:06 PM</strong><br/><br/>Walter Harris was never admitting to being popular, and in fact he never did care for it. Never saw the whole point of it. But when you are interested in his hobbies it is probably for the better. Then again you can meet some real quality and useful people. It is primarily why he got into construction in the first place. To get better at maintaining his hobbies. It was always so expensive to buy costumes particularly armor and latex weapons were always so damn expensive.<br/><br/>Walter dressed more practical then casual due to his classes, steel toed boots, which were for avoiding nasty accidents with crushed toes and they gave good grip onto the floors. Lastly they were also mighty useful for trudging through the snow. He wore cargo pants so that he had enough pockets to store construction essentials such as a multi-tool, utility knife, spare nails, goggles and a small magnetic hammer. And he wore a muscle shirt underneath a long sleeved cotton shirt. Tight sleeved so that nothing catches the cloth and causes an accident.<br/><br/>Here he was working in the wood and metal shops working on a project issued by his teacher. He was working on making a proper manual tool. In this case a hammer. It was actually amazing to consider how difficult it could be to make a hammer properly like this. Still a major like this leads to many kinds of jobs, both employed or self employed. He had to admit himself quite fortunately to be going to such a university. He typically took afternoon classes for the very reason that he was more often then not, a night owl.<br/><br/>He just never was up often during the day time. Might have had something to do with his hobbies. The cold crisp winter cold outside was alluring to him. It drew him back to when he got into snowball fights and built forts in the front yard and waged war on the other kids. It was a blast. He wanted to be outside right now but few people were as enthusiastic as he was about this kind of weather.<br/><br/>When the supposed news report came out over the radio in the wood shop he was skeptical, mostly because how often was it that channels such as CNN and the like reported the newest and deadly disease that would doom mankind. By the time the real thing came out people dismissed it so that would definitely the first part to shift blame to. It was only after the next day or so of coverage followed by footage did anyone start truly paying attention to it and even then it was always the paranormal conspiracy nutjobs. The ones that mistook the X Files as the holy bible and such. Which gave less weight to the arguments. In the end it would all be dealt with and people would move onto the next thing that would cause a world wide panic.<br/><br/><strong>4 Months Later - Saturday April 13, 2013 at 12:55 AM</strong><br/><br/>Whilst others partied, fucked and slept Walter was in the wood and metal shop as before during this ungodly hour. He had taken the key from the professor after asking for it as he often did to work on projects and his hobbies. As long as he bought his own working materials cleaned up after himself and such the professor didn't beat an eye about it. He considered it a privilege to be in the place when it was all but quiet.<br/><br/>However this time... this time all was not so quiet. Hell he had all but forgotten about the deadly wasting disease since there hadn't been much to go on about it. Working as he was with his goggles over his eyes he was about ready to be working on a passion project. But it was then that he heard the faint sounds of screaming and the sounds of sickening teeth tearing away chunks of flesh. He bolted for the door and pushed it open to have a look. The nurses office wasn't too far from his location since well... a good fifteen minutes from here. it was good planning since in a wood and metal shop class occasionally you need a few limbs and cuts treated for cuts. But that wasn't what caught his eye. It was the dead abominations walking about slowly and lumbering very slowly almost blind but they never seemed to bump into one another. Hell he recognized the professor amongst the few of the staff whilst they were munching upon one of the female staff members that was here.<br/><br/>The light however was starting to attract them to the damn workshop and Walter shuts the door almost immediately locking it and then looking for something to barricade it with. Finding the professors locker he shoved it over and against the door to make it hard to break down the door. It crashed down into the wall which would lure more zombies his way towards the door. Barricading the door would spare him some time but not a whole lot. Sarah Ashford might be in there perhaps as a nurses job never was done truly. If the lights were on in the nurses station.... crap! If those things were attracted to light there was no way they wouldn't notice her inside there.<br/><br/><strong>Saturday April 13, 2013 at 12:56 AM</strong><br/><br/>He might have to check if he could get past them somehow but he would need a weapon for that and a distraction. Fortunately he was in a good place for such an occasion. He could probably craft himself a suitable weapon. He didn't wanna use a utility knife as it was an extremely close range weapon. he needed something with a bit more reach. He walked over to the closet and pulled out the broom. The haft was of strong wood with a metal prong at the end and he unscrews it from the broom. The tip on the end would make a good bludgeoning weapon but he would need a sharp and smooth edge for what he had in mind.<br/><br/>Walking over and searching about he pulled out a box cutter or two and using a screwdriver separated the sharp metal from the handles. He would put those box cutter edges away for now in his cargo pockets as he wouldn't have the time to work on a spear just yet. However his plan was to take what he could carry and grab for later for when he could. He heads over to take out a wrench from the tool kits. Checking the haft he smiled to himself as it seemed to have a good enough weight to it for cracking heads. Pity there wasn't a crowbar for this occasion but he would make a mental note to grab one when he had an opportunity. Heading to the box where the washers and nails were kept he takes a few boxes of each and places them in his pockets before looking about double checking everything making sure he knew his options.<br/><br/><strong>Saturday April 13, 2013 at 12:58 AM</strong><br/><br/>The immediate entrance was blocked off and being rattled well by a few number of zombies. The windows outside lead to the crisp cool grounds but he wasn't about to risk going outside at night like this. That was suicidal, sure his LARPing skills allowed him good night vision but it took an hour with no light about to adjust to that and it was not useful in this situation. He would need to get back to his own dorm room in the Magers because there were a few things he could grab there for better protection. He had a few materials he could grab and some of the armor aspects of his costumes could prove useful... IF he could get to them and if his place wasn't raided. But the twine and materials would be much more useful to him then anyone else so it stood to reason that at least wouldn't be stolen.<br/><br/>But before that.. he wanted to check the nurses office just in case Sarah was there. Still it wouldn't matter if he couldn't get out of there. The professors office however granted a means of escape via a window leading into the hallway. Yes that probably would make a lot of noise but at this point he didn't have much options. Fortunately the halls at this hour wouldn't have so many zombies so he had that working for him. But that wouldn't be forever. He was going to have to get out of there and fast. Putting on some durable worker gloves to protect his hands, he would use the wrench to smash the window open and clears the glass away from the bottom and the top so he didn't cut himself and then climbs out into the hall. He looked about, his head on a swivel to keep an eye on possible zombies and counting them. They were coming towards the sounds and he backed up slowly uncertain if they could actually spot him.<br/><br/><strong>Saturday April 13, 2013 at 1:13 AM</strong><br/><br/>It took him fifteen minutes to reach his destination and he was forced to go outside though he had to keep himself within the well lit areas of the roads in order to avoid being attacked by any zombies or get lost within the harsh snow falling around him that might be outside. The crisp chill of the winter air was hard on his skin and walking through the snow was much more easier on him however thanks to his boots. The blizzard had started at 12:55 AM and as such it was not nigh impossible just yet to get through it to the nurses office. He made his way onwards towards the nurses office and shuts the door behind him.<br/><br/>Either way he kept the wrench readied and stayed as far away as he could from them. Making his way to the nurses office he smacked any zombie that got too close for his liking braining them with the wrench which got more bloodied by the moment. Any others far enough away from him he moved around and about instead of wasting effort. When he finally did manage to get to the nurses office he made the effort to clear the nearby zombies from the area and he figured to whack the wrench against one of the pipes to make it ring and lure the zombies to that point so he could loop around and get to the nurse's offices whilst they were distracted. He checked the door to see if it was locked and figured she wasn't about to open the door in case it might be a zombie... but how many knew how to open doors? He decided to do a "shave and a haircut" knock to let whoever was behind the door know that there was a human being there. Hopefully she was still in there but if she wasn't there by two minutes or by the time the zombies started moving towards him again he would leave figuring that she wasn't there.