Things were starting to look very promising. Hanging out in a motel with four complete randoms while the start of an apocalypse was practically a few steps away. No, actually, this is absolute shit. We have 'Ya'll' bursting in here talking like she was the first to figure out that everyone was completely in the shitter. We have Quinn (Blonde, cheerleader, probably does love to sing and dance on stage) acting like a snooty broad. Katsumi, who was probably a really nice girl, but looks like she would shut down as soon as something with glazed, milky eyes even so much as looks at her. Jake would probably try and see if he could have his way with a particularly fresh, hot zombie if one were to groan at him a certain way.<br/><br/>Heather wasn't being fair, she knew that. At least none of them could really know what she thought of them right now. Everyone had their own little conversations with one another, or on their phones, and when Jake finished his with one of his friends, he was nice enough to show the brunette just what he got to see. "<strong>Fuuuuck. I am SO not a fan of this.</strong>" She stood up, taking her backpack over her shoulder as she did, and plowed through the small crowd of people and into the parking lot. If anyone even tried to stop her, she did well enough to weasel her way through.<br/><br/>Once outside, it looked like some of the other motel patrons caught wind of the shit hitting the fan and decided that an exodus was in order. A few of the cars peeled out of the lot; a pair of them just narrowly missing each other, while the other opted to just try his luck with the curb. If Heather learned anything about zombies from the media, it was that the highways are a definite no-no, and hospitals are the first place that goes under. Taking a deep breath and letting it leave her body slowly, Heather calmed down considerably. Fresh air always managed to calm her down, even if it is only as fresh as Detroit allows air to be.<br/><br/>Thinking it over, there really was no where for her to go. If she tried the roads there was probably going to be gridlock. Going home involves a scenic view of downtown. Not happening. The breath after her calming exhale was a dejected sigh. This is real. If she just sits and wait for it, something bad is coming to come. But what could Heather do? Convince everyone in the motel to go into lock down mode? Sure. Everyone's just going to stop and listen to a teenager about how to go about surviving. Fuck this. Where's a cop when you need one?