Alice, accompanied by the asian guy (who introduced himself as Paul, with a somewhat apologetic tone to his voice for his earlier outburst), took the stairs up to the third floor, then had to look around for a bit to find a service way to the roof. They found a short side hallway with a shallow flight of stairs that ended at a locked door. Between the two of them kicking at it for about ten minutes, they got the jamb to finally bust and found themselves let out onto the library roof.<br/><br/>It was a bright, sunny day, pleasant temperature, all the ingredients for a fine Ohio day, as long as one kept their view skyward toward the blue. Walking to the edge of the roof and looking down was not such a pleasant sight.<br/><br/>There were still many bodies littering the grassy areas and walkways as far as they could see, though there were fewer than a half hour ago. As they watched, several corpses struggled to their feet and began to walk.<br/><br/>There are still a few fast moving, pre-dead maniacs running around out there, though not nearly as many as before. Without normal people to bash on, the crazy ones seemed to have turned on each other. Alice can see two crazed students outside the campus bookstore wailing away on each other with golf clubs. They are beating each other mercilessly, with a viciousness that makes the worst cage fight matches look like Sunday afternoon tea parties. One finally lands a killing blow to the head of the other, sending him to the ground. Still, the victor continues to swing his club, reducing the loser's head to a crimson, jelly puddle on the cement.<br/><br/>"Fuck ... me," Paul breathes, surveying the campus.<br/><br/>There is no sign of anyone else alive.