Play@YSDC

Z-Day - 6:10 PM Central Time - Brooks High School, Omaha, Nebraska
In the security office-
Kyle Rogers sat glumly in his cell while Megan Petrovich stood guard over him. She was there more for his protection than to make sure he didn't escape, as there was little chance of that. He didn't have much confidence in her abilities though, considering she was unarmed. He was still badly hurt from when Darnell and Roy had nearly beaten him to death, and even armed cops hadn't been able to stop them - in fact, they had knocked one out and taken her hostage, enabling them and their buddies to get away. Kyle and Megan had finished their soup and were waiting for someone to bring them dinner.

In the security office-
"What are you going to do if they come back to finish the job?" asked Kyle. "Fight them off with your bare hands?"

"They're not coming back," said Megan. "You don't need to worry."

"How can you be sure? They'd take you down even easier than they took down Erica, and she was armed!"

In the security office-
Both Megan and Kyle looked up when Tariq entered from the lobby, carrying a tray of steaming food. "I've brought dinner for both of you," he said.

In the security office-
"Thanks," said Megan, taking two plates of food and some silverware. Tariq bowed and left the room. Megan cut the food on one of the plates before passing it in to Kyle; she wasn't going to let him have a knife. She was about to take a bite.

"I'm surprised you didn't think he poisoned or drugged it or something," said Kyle.

Megan stopped at the last second and returned the chicken to her plate. "Why would he want to kill you?" she asked. "If I recall correctly, he made sure you got brought in alive."

"Hey, you're the one who was suspicious of him. I was just making a joke."

"So you won't mind eating first, then?"

In the lobby-
Tariq heard what Megan and Kyle were saying and frowned. Then he noticed that Lucy, Donald, Becky, Declan, Alvin, Murray, and Rachel had left the cafeteria and entered the hall to the east.

In the lobby-
Tariq headed for the north hall.

OOC,[b]Tariq[/b] is moving to the following thread. His player (if there ever is one again) must stop reading the current thread at this point. [b]Megan[/b] and [b]Kyle[/b] remain in the current thread.

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In the security office-
"Fine," said Kyle. "I'll eat first to show you that it's safe." He took a bite out of the chicken. "Hey, this is pretty good!" Suddenly, he started to make choking noises. He clutched his throat and slid to the ground.

"Real funny, Kyle," said Megan, who clearly thought it was nothing of the sort.

Kyle dropped the act. "Had you going there for a second, didn't I?" Megan ignored him and began to eat her own chicken. "Of course, if the poison doesn't take effect for a while, then we'll both die." She glared at him.

In the security office-
"We're all gonna die anyway," said Kyle.

"Don't talk like that," said Megan. "We're surviving."

"Everything's screwed up. Civilization's over! Everyone in Omaha is going nuts, and outside the city the dead are all over the place. Nobody's going to help us."

"We can rebuild. We'll make Omaha safe, and then we can do something about the rest of the country."

"Keep dreaming."

In the security office-
"We're going to be fine," insisted Megan.

"Come off it," said Kyle. "The world is going to be ruled by punks like Darnell and Roy. Whoever has the biggest guns will be in charge."

In the security office-
"Civilization doesn't just collapse overnight," said Megan. But she knew enough history to know that civilizations did collapse. Rome wasn't built in a day, nor was it destroyed in a day, but it did fall. So did other advanced civilizations such as the Mayans and the Anasazi, for reasons that were less apparent. And they hadn't had to contend with the walking dead. She realized that she was trying to convince herself more than she was Kyle.

In the security office-
Megan stopped talking, realizing that it wasn't helping.

In the security office-
Megan Petrovich and Kyle Rogers had not spoken for a while. They looked up in surprise when they saw Alvin and Murray leading a group of strangers into the security office.

The small group found itself inside the school's security office. The only way out was the way it had come into the office. A woman was sitting behind a desk, and a badly injured teenaged boy was locked in one of the two detention cells. The other cell was open. Blood was on the floor of both cells, more of it in the open one.

"Hi," the woman said to the newcomers. "I'm Megan Petrovich, the social studies teacher. Can I help you?" The four arrivals (John Lake, Gretchen Ehrlich, Ann O'Neill, and Miles Graham) all wore suits.

Alvin said, "Where is the General? Is this private here being punished for some transgression?"

John nods to the Women an child,

"John Lake,, DEA" he says automatically and then looks around and realises it does not mean as much as it used to.

He looks at the boy, "So are you holding prisoners?"

Gretchen asks; "I'm Detective Gretchen Ehrlich, Omaha PD." She motions to the cell flanking and backing John up "Can I ask why you have an injured minor in your custody and what crime you are detaining them on? They look like they need medical attention".

OoC,Does Gretchen recognise the prisoner?

"Mam, where is the General and do not talk to civilans. They could be spies and in need of a hanging. Any fratilizing with the enemy will meet with the same punishment remember," Alvin said.

In the security office-
"I'm Special Agent Ann O'Neill," said the redheaded woman. She indicated the other man in a suit. "This is Special Agent Miles Graham. We're from the FBI."

"General?" said Megan, confused.

"I thought we were to be escorted to see the principal," said Miles.

"Oh, you mean Principal Adler. He's in the cafeteria eating dinner with most of the others. You're welcome to help yourselves. We have a lot of perishable food that needs to be disposed of." She turned to Gretchen. "Detective, this young man is Kyle Rogers, and he's in here because he brought guns and bombs to school and was planning to kill people. He got these injuries when a gang of students led by Darnell Jones stormed the office. They killed the guy in the next cell, who was locked up for murder, and they came very close to killing Kyle too. I wasn't here when it happened."

"I wasn't going to kill anybody!" protested Kyle. "And that rent-a-cop guarding me didn't even try to protect me!"

"And he has received medical attention. Dr. Hausmann had to come in here to patch him up afterwards when she should have been enjoying her meal and resting. She just helped save the world, and she does have a broken arm. There was nothing Jerry Law could have done to stop them. There were too many of them, and they'd have killed him too if he'd tried to do something by himself. Officer Kate Wheeler did show up along with Rachel Cohen and State Trooper Erica Spears. They broke into the office and tried to stop those punks, but they knocked out Erica, took her hostage, and escaped. Kate and a group of people went off to try to track them down. I'll gladly turn Kyle over to your custody. We're not really equipped here to deal with everything that's been going on. While I have had military training, I'm not armed. I might not be able to protect him if anything else were to happen." She paused and looked over at Alvin. "These people aren't civilians, they're law enforcement. They're okay. Do whatever they ask of you."

OOC,[b]Gretchen[/b] does not recognize the prisoner.

Alvin said, "i'm sorry mamm but your not the General so you cannot give me orders."

In the security office-
"This man is suffering from some kind of severe mental illness," said Miles Graham to Megan. "No doubt this illness was brought out by today's events. He seems highly unstable and dangerous to me. I recommend that you lock him up in that other cell."

Megan cleared her throat. "He's right in the room with you and can hear every word you're saying," she said. "Don't they teach you Feds people skills?"

"Please excuse my partner," said Ann O'Neill. "It's been a rough day for all of us."

"Rougher for some than others," said Kyle.

Miles ignored him and took out a photograph. "Have any of you seen this individual?" he asked. The young man in the picture was John Lee.