"Yeah, that guy who brought all the survivors to one place to increase the chances of survival is a real jerk"<br/><br/>Raiden mused, smirking a little. There were a few survivors, at least, but not enough to take a direct escape route.<br/><br/>"This room isn't the safe room... This room is the only place that still leads to the safe room"<br/><br/>He told them, then pulled one side of the lockers down, climbing up and onto the other set, before pulling the vent covering off.<br/><br/>"This school used to run on gas for the heaters, right? Means they wouldn't had to have had service tunnels put in place... From the gas yard to here... What else would be connected to the gas yard? The mall, hospital, police station... Anywhere of use, really"<br/><br/>Raiden looked around at the faces, allowing everyone to take in the information before even considering continuing. He didn't know how bright these folk were.<br/><br/>"In case of an explosion, the door is blast proof... Meaning heavy duty, so the room will be secure... Problem is, I don't know where the door leads to within the school... So, we'll have to go through the door, to figure out where it is... Plus, there is no fucking way I'm eating that cafeteria food"<br/><br/>Raiden looked over everyone and everything, before jumping down and grabbing a pair of shorts that had been dropped. He smacked open one of the lockers that his team used, and grabbed out the novelty baseball bat and the two cans of deodorant. The vents would be dark, and Raiden wasn't traveling in the dark with zombies everywhere. He began covering the shorts in as much deodorant as he could, before tying it around the bat and scaling the lockers again.