fandomhigh | The Day After Doomsday: Getting By In a Post-Apocalyptic World, Wednesday, Period 4

When the students stepped into the Danger Shop for Reno's class today, they'd find themselves stepping into the lobby of the dormitory all over again, with a few pointed differences. There seemed to be a barricade built against the boarded-up windows, consisting of a good deal of the furniture that had clearly been dragged down from the floors above them. The power to the simulated building had been cut off completely, which meant that they were sitting in near-absolute darkness, because naturally Reno was going to be an ass and set this scenario for the dead of night.

There were cans of food lined up against one wall. There were weapons, what looked to be the entire contents of both the weapons locker and sharpened, weaponized versions of the practise fare from the Salle, laid out against the other. A sign hastily scribbled down on a piece of paper pointed deeper into the building, directing any possible injured to a first-aid station in the rec room.

Reno was sitting in the middle of the floor, grinning up at the students as they came in, legs splayed out in front of him and his elbows on his knees, Danger Shop supplied stun baton in one hand.

"Trust me," he said coolly, nodding back to the doors that closed themselves and instantly fell behind another barricade the moment the last of the students stepped in, "you don't wanna go back out there. This ain't your everyday Fandom invasion, where somethin' shows up, tapdances nasty around us all for a week, an' then gets sent packin'. This is the real friggin' deal, yo. This is your doomsday scenario, where there ain't no cure for bein' dead. Where if you get bit and infected and turn into one of them, you ain't snappin' out of it. Where the weapon that blew up the school took half of you with it, and you don't got time for so much as a head count to figure out who's left."

He leaned back, the cool metal of his baton scraping against the floor of the lobby, playing an eerie harmony to the sounds from outside, which alternated from complete silence to screams to gunfire, to the sound of something not remotely human calling out into the dark, answered by what had to be a hundred more just like it, all converging in on one point: The Dorms.

"I ain't gonna pretend there ain't heroes among you, I ain't gonna sit here and point at you one by one to tell you the likelihood of comin' back alive, either. If you're one of them who's gonna run out there, then there ain't nobody who'll be able to keep you inside. And that'll cost the island one of its first big advantages early on. Because once you guys are dead, what are the people who ain't fighters gonna do?"

And then, all at once in a flash of speed that was jarringly unnatural, Reno was on his feet, baton on his shoulder, and he was prowling back and forth in front of the students.

"What the enemy out there is don't matter in this scenario. What's out there is the predator, that thing that goes bump in the night, that sees you as prey or pest, but whatever the case is, it don't want us here, and it's lettin' us know with extreme prejudice. This is the Danger Shop, so if you go out them doors here, you'll just be steppin' out into the school again. This lesson ain't about fightin'. This is about stayin' alive. Look around. Take in what's been set up, here. Let it sink in that there isn't a single resource in this lobby that'll last even a severely reduced dorm population more'n a few weeks at best. And then, try an' figure out what the hell you're gonna do about it."

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"I wouldn't be making any fucking plans to go anywhere until we know what we're up against," Barry said as the soy-sauce generator kicked in. "But if there's a nuclear generator in town that still optional I can think of two thousand different things to use it for than keeping some fucking polar bears cold."

"Gee, it's almost like I just said 'first and foremost, we get some information,'" Kathy snapped, before her arm came up over her eyes at the unexpected light. "And, I'm sorry, didn't you piss and moan about how going outside is suicide, according to the professor?"

You could tell Kathy was aggravated. She used 'piss.'

"I'm sorry, I couldn't hear you over my generator running on a bottle of fucking soy sauce," Barry said with an eye roll. "I thought maybe you were asking for opinions one of which just happens to support what you were fucking saying. "

There was the slight grinding of teeth and Kathy closed her eyes, doing some of the breathing exercises she learned in gymnastics.

"You're right," she said a few seconds later. "That was petty of me and I'm sorry. There's no reason to snipe at you, especially since you've been really helpful thus far."

His inventions, if not his attitude. But she was genuinely apologizing, so she was going to feel bad about that thought and move quickly on.

"You had more thoughts?"

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"Yes," Barry joked. "If we decide to make a fucking excursion into town hit the Chinese restaurant and grab all the soy sauce packets. That'll make the generator go for at least 20 years."

She was trying here. Really and truly trying.

"Any ones that we can use to get us to said Chinese restaurants?" she asked, counting to five.

"I can get to the Chinese restaurant," Eleanor said. "That's near where I work."

And thus, easy enough to visualize, which was a big plus when teleporting.

"I'm confused," Kathy said. "Do you know a secret way to get there or something?"

Okay, it'd help if she didn't keep making cryptic remarks.

"Y .... es," she said. "I know a secret way for me to get there. If we actually needed me to, I'd do it, but since this is just a simulation, let's assume we've all discussed my strange ability to resourcefully find all sorts of packets of soy sauce, and whatever else is nearby to my work."

That was something Kathy could understand. It had 'back off' written all over it in big letters.

"Okay, so I'm still on the fence about using your special routes just to get soy sauce," Kathy said. "Can you use your special routes just to scout and we can get an idea what the heck we're up against? Because all this planning doesn't get us anywhere if we don't know what we're facing."

"Good thought," Eleanor said. "I could ... go to a few places. And report back, whatever I see. I'm not sure they'd be helpful places, but I can try. I promise if I get infected, I won't come back."

She stood up, glancing around and looking for some odd nook that might offer privacy. "Should I do that now? Or ... would it be better for two of us, in case ..."

In case they were attacked? Yes, she was offering to bring Kathy along, if she'd like to go.

Kathy nodded. "If you're willing to bring me, I'll go. If you want to watch and scavenge, I'll probably run a lap or two, just to see what these critters can do."

She gave Eleanor a V-for-victory. "To not getting horrendously bitten, or, failing that, to consequences that can't last past the bell."

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