<div align="center">Whack, whack, WHACK! The nauseating sound reminiscent of a blunt apparatus colliding with a melon accompanied by the labored breath of a female in distress resonated throughout the halls. She rounded the next corner, dressed in crimson and clutching a bloodied baseball bat in her right hand; the stairs were a few more feet a head. The baseball player could hear the sweet murmur of chatter up ahead; other survivors. Her emerald eyes narrowed in determination; just like running into home plate. She allowed her slender stems to slide out in front of her and she sliced through the zombies gathering at the stairs; knocking them down and settling well out of their reach. The girl growled defiantly as she hopped to her feet and proceeded to bludgeon the mindless brain munchers to a bloody pulp; aiming her weapon directly for their undead heads.<br/><br/>“Hey wait!! Wait for me, PLEASE!” her hungry bat smashed into another zombie skull, but more were bringing up the rear, drawn to the ruckus the ball player was creating. She bounded up the stairs and grabbed for the nearly finished barricade shakily; careful not to disturb its integrity. Blood clotted chestnut waves stuck her face and she gazed at the three male students pleadingly with tears glistening in her eyes.<br/><br/>“Please... Don’t leave me...”</div>