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Detention

Dean Bristow stands in an empty and unprogrammed Danger Shop. "Mr. Williams has yet to arrive, so I'll be your Detention person until such time as he does. Please sign in below."

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Dean Bristow programmed the Danger Shop to be an exact replica of the Monroeville Mall from the film. On the floor in front of them is a piece of red tape.

"Please line up. In this exercise, a zombie will attack you and you will have to defend yourself with an improvised weapon. When you step up to the line, the weapon will materialize in your hand and the zombie will appear 35 feet away. Successfully incapacitate it by removing the head or destroying the brain."

Maia looked around at the danger shop, impressed by the ability to change its form. She was not scared, she had shot a zombie during the attack. Taking a deep breath Maia stepped to the line and waited for her weapon to materialize.

The piece of equipment materialized. "Congratulations, Ms. Rutledge. You get a cheese grater."

A zombie materialized 35 feet away and started shambling for Maia.

Maia stares down at the cheese grater in her hand and then looks at the Dean, she does this for a moment or two and shakes her head. "Yeah I'm going to just grate his face to death and then make pizza. Nice weapon choice sir." Maia steps over the line watching the zombie moving towards her. She breathes deeply and focuses on 'seeing' the zombie and how the hell a cheese grater is going to work to her advantage.

The zombie shambles closer. It's movements are slow and if one were quick on their feet, they could easily take out the zombie. As he draws nearer, he reaches out for Maia.

Maia drops to one knee using her training from wrestling and the self defense classes Diana made her take, Maia rolls away from it, coming up behind him she kicks out her foot into the small of the zombies back at the same time bringing the sharp edge of the cheese grater down onto the back of the zombies head.

The zombie unexpectedly shifts to the left, causing the grater to drive down into its shoulder instead.

Maia pulls the grater out of the zombies shoulder cussing and back up from it preparing for another run at it. ok techincally this thing can't kill me. That would be illegal. Diana didn't send me to school to be killed. Maia takes a deep breath gathering her strength again, putting her head down and her shoulder into it, Maia uses all her strenth to hit the zombie like a linebacker would.

The zombie is surprised, but even more surprised that the buffet is moving. He claws at her back. The pain is simulated but it's still pain.

Maia screams struggling to back away, she feels its claws ripping open the flesh on her back. Maia can smell the blood and feel the heat of it. "HELP ME!" She screams looking at Dean Bristow.

"Simulation end." Dean Bristow helps Maia up. She'll notice that the pain and the wounds are gone completely. "Always be prepared for any eventuality. That was sloppy, allowing him access to your flesh. Had there been hordes of zombies, you would have been dead."

*stumbles in, wearing a bathrobe, flip-flops, and holding a large cup of coffee in his metal hand*

Oh, hey, Deany-baby. Sorry about bein' late. *yawn*

I miss anything good?

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Jonathan cheerily steps up to fight the simulated zombies. If one notices these things, they'd notice he's still wearing the leather pants from last night's fashion show.

Alright kid. *hands Jonathan a putter*

That's what you get. *the zombie appears 25 feet in front of him*

Have at it!

With a big smile on his face Jonathan raises the putter, waiting for the zombie to move a bit closer.

((if the zombie were running, and vomiting blood, it would be so very familiar))

*The sad, forlorn woman zombie shambles forward. Perhaps she doesn't want brains, maybe she wants to cuddle...*

As the zombie gets close enough for the putter's reach ~~Jim~~ Jonathan lifts it over his head and with a big grin brings it crashing down onto her head.

*The zombie folds like a house of cards as she is thoroughly brained by the putter*

*Ash laughs*

And see, that is why a hobby such as golf will save your life, as opposed to cheese grating.

Sawyer wasn't into the whole 'supernatural' elements around here but he was ready for anything that Coach could throw at him, well..mostly anything.

Well, Coach. *he harumphs a bit*

You get... a prosthetic leg. *hands over the prosthetic leg, and the zombie appears 35 feet ahead of him*

Remember, go for the brain. Go and get it!

Grasping the leg in hand, a worried look comes over his face as the Zombie!omg comes closer. Stepping over the line, he swings the leg like the zombie's head was a baseball. SMACK.

*the Zombie staggers, it's head lolling. It isn't down quite yet, but it looks dazed, and perhaps another good solid hit should take it down*

Using his old baseball techniques from when he was a kid, he used all his force to hit the zombie in the head again. WAM. That prosthetic leg was very useful.

*The Zombies head flings clear off it's neck and tumbles away. The body slumps to the ground, lifeless*

*Ash applauds* Sheeee-it, kid. Might need to start a baseball team, you got yourself one helluva a homerun swing. Good work.

"Woohoo!" Sawyer cheers as the zombie falls to the floor, today has really gotten better, even in study hall. He goes over to Coach Ash and shakes the mans hand, "Thank, Coach." now onto the next thing.

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