Minoru could only watch as the girl he'd been trying to help simply helped herself. He blinked a few times, for a moment uncaring that the undead still posed a threat. Fortunately, they seemed just as unsure what to do for the moment. At the last moment before she disappeared into the building, a flash of something artificial caught his eye and he understood. She was wearing headphones and his efforts were hidden behind a curtain of semi-life. A moist raspy sound came out his nose followed by a laugh from his mouth. Well, he wouldn't be a savior, but she wasn't dead yet. That was small consolation but enough.<br/><br/>Then, still in the bittersweet thoughts, Minoru turned to find the zombies eying him with that same hollow lust as the dead-but-not girl before. "super...," he sighed in English, wishing he'd learned to throw his voice. He looked around for a way out of this. The pitching machine, perhaps? It was loaded with balls and he might be able to reach it, assuming he had a choir of guardian angels watching out for him. He still had his bat, sticks and skates, but they would only delay the feast. He promised himself he would make a scythe when he got some time. The zombies seemed to be standing still, making no move to grab him. Was it because he wasn't moving, they had motion-based vision? That wasn't it, since some of them were making that choked groan zombie are known for and advancing on him. As he ran for the door, he wondered if it would be best to lock them out and everything else in or to keep it as an escape option. Not a good option, he had to admit, but an option if these things had short attention spans. When he got in, he opted to use the hockey sticks to hold the lever in place so the doors wouldn't open.<br/><br/>C, did the announcement say? Well, it would be nice if he were there already, but he had run into...<br/><br/>Holy shit.<br/><br/>Minoru turned to find the hallway littered with bodies and various sections and components thereof. One or two somewhat familiar faces stared back at him. One of the guys he had left in confusion minutes ago was in a heap of parts by a vending machine. Outwitted even by the brainless dead, but Minoru couldn't manage a laugh at him. There was nothing to laugh at here. But there was nothing to stop for either. He made his way toward C, stopping to check around corners and look around for places to hide and things to use. The zombies he did encounter were easily led away by any number of throwable objects. Finally, he found the room mentioned, but it felt wrong to go in now. He continued on for a way to see how secure the area was. As he checked, Minoru wondered about the locker room, about how secure it was and how easily it could become a corner. He would probably go there soon if only for advantage of numbers. For now, he had another destination: the maintenance room.<br/><br/>When he finally entered the locker room, Minoru had on him the keys to the school, some hammers and heavy wrenches, box cutters and more useful blades, rope, chains, the custodian's own lighters, two walkie talkies, some of the custodian's blood on his bat and some mops. "Ho-ho-ho," he said grimly as he entered, laying most of the equipment on the floor quietly. "Presents for all the good little survivors of the apocalypse."