"I'm sorry too for not knowing that an unknown amount of time ago, someone I don't know went into places I'm pretty sure people would try to keep him out of if they'd seen him during circumstances I had no reason to suspect had occurred. How could I have not known the orderly was turned around at that moment while the door that should be locked wasn't? I can't even recite your family tree and your cat's sexual history. Can you forgive me?" It was only minutes into this locker room band of survivors and it was already breaking the sound barrier as it plummeted due south. Was he the only person in this school who would, I don't know, say that he knew something instead of just expecting blind faith and then acting like someone who had concerns was a Starbucks customer who had ordered a large instead of a 'grande'? This was survival and he needed more to go on than a guess before he would stake his life on an idea.<br/><br/>"Interesting. So making a stealthy run to a room maybe...fifty feet from here, the very one I made to get these ropes and keys and stuff: suicide. Making this school, which has water and food for hundreds and far fewer to use it, into a kind of fortress, which I'm positive can be done once we get these things cleared, a task our pal sword-chan there claims would be easy for her: cowardly and futile. Going out into the city which I would bet the Pocky in my locker is or soon will be full of....<em>millions of zombies!</em>...and then coming back here, or staying out among them: a cunning strategy. Either you found a way to kill them all with spit while you were down in the sewers visiting Porky Pig and using your time machine, you plan on 'huddling' somewhere that isn't here which is better somehow, I guess, or not every detail has been thought of. Its okay, theres no shame in it. If you have a rebuttal, lets hear it. I'm just trying to make sure as many of us live through this as possible."