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At the Entrance of the Dorms

Edward and Rogue trot wearily up to the doors, both covered in varying extremes of zombie gore. Edward has transmuted his automail arm-blade and Rogue has a gun and a pack.

He rests his left hand on the door's handle with relief. They hadn't seen but one zombie as they made the circuit to the dorm, but still it meant that there were more out there. Now, getting food and supplies was his primary concern. There were a LOT of people holed up in the library.

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Rogue looks around, her back to Edward. She checks one last time for zombies before nodding to the alchemist. "Looks clear so far. Let's get in and shut the damn door." She grimaces. "I hope everyone's okay in there.

"Oh," she adds, almost as an afterthought, "can we NOT bring back any really weird stuff from the cafeteria?"

Edward shudders. "Let's give the cafeteria a wide berth, please. I think it scares me more than the zombies."

He glanced thoughtfully around the lobby as they went in. "We could always raid the second-floor common room... I know River had some snacks set up for the party-that-never-was. Not the most nutritional things ever, but anything would be sufficient, at this point."

Rogue nods. "As long as we're not starving come mornin', I think we'll be okay. Let's head that way."

The two walk toward the stairs, and even though the dorms are /supposed/ to be a haven, she holds her gun in her hand anyway. "I hope everyone here is okay."

"Me too." Edward stops outside his door, which is just off the stairwell. "Hang on, I've got some bags in here." He darts inside, leaving the door open, and starts pulling bags out from under the shelf that a cage is sitting on. As he stands up he realizes that there's a *piece* of zombie stuck in the joints of his automail and with a grimace, he flicks the chunk of flesh out. It lands in the cage, and suddenly the books come to life and start devouring it.

He sighs, slings the bags over his left shoulder, and stops in the middle of the room. "Anything else we need besides food?"

Staring at the books, she asks, "What the hell are those? and you think they'd eat moving zombies? We could take 'em back and see..."

Back on track, she lists off things that might come in handy: "Blankets, pillows, maybe some more medical supplies." Rogue thinks. "More ammo, stuff to fight the things with. It looks like we might be stuck there for a while."

Edward glances back at the books and frowns. "They might, but I don't want to see what happens when they gorge themselves on zombie flesh. What if they start trying to eat living people? ~~I've never seen'em actually eat anything before, either...~~"

He makes his way over to the other closet, pulling out some bedding and a spare pillow. "It isn't much, but I'm sure it will be useful. I don't have much in the way of medical supplies or ammo, thou'."

Rogue nods. "I know we've got a lot up in the attic, and we can probably raid the firing range for ammo. You got any food in here? Snacks, etc.?"

She helps him fold the bedding as small as possible. "Maybe we should leave this here and get it on our way back down."

Edward nods once but then stops. "No, might as well take it with us. Never know when you'll need to make a hasty exit with all this random shit going on. Let's hit the common room, then head up to the attic."

Rogue has to admit that the place is a madhouse, so she helps gather up the stuff. In the common room, they find lots of snack food, and lots of 80s movies. Rogue starts gathing up the more transportable items: bags of chips, boxes of cookies and crackers, leaving the plates of things there. "This looks like it would've been a pretty cool party," she says wistfully.

"It probably would have been." Edward starting loading bottles of soda into another of the bags he had grabbed. "I'm still no closer to figuring out this random 80s stuff," he grunted. He frowned, glancing suddenly at the window, before putting down his bag and moving quickly towards it.

Rogue drops everything and runs to the window, her gun ready. "What the hell is out there?" she mutters.

Edward waves her off. "We're safe up here, we are on the second floor. Unless you're a sharpshooter."

He frowns, though. "We'd better hurry ... there aren't a lot of them out there, but there are a few more wandering around than before."

Rogue smirks as they turn from the window. "In a past life, with a bigger body, and a helluva bigger gun, yeah. But not now." She tries to stuff as much of the food in her bag as she can, but it's can't hold it all. They end up carrying a lot of it, along with the blankets and pillows. "Attic?" she asks, as they head out into the hall.

"Lead the way," Edward nods, wondering if they shouldn't find a suitcase on wheels or something. "I've never been higher than the third floor in this place."

Rogue nods, leading Edward up the stairs to the attic. "There's an elevator, but only sometimes," she explains. "It takes a while to find it, so it's usually faster to just use the stairs."

By the time they get to the top, Rogue is winded. "Damnit, someone remind me why I chose this floor?" She opens the door to her room, and finds it deserted. She starts rummaging through her closet, pulling out extra blankets and such. "Edward, you mind stripping my bed? It's the one with the blue comforter."

"No problem." Edward starts to pull the sheets off the bed, then roll them as tightly as he could manage to cram into the bag with his blankets in it. "Wish I knew what was going on in this nuthouse," he groused as he jammed the blankets in, then frowned at the almost-bursting seams on the bag.

"So do I," Rogue answers. After rummaging through her closet for a little longer, she turn around triumphantly. "I knew I had a luandry bag in here!" The bag is mesh, and large enough for most of the bedding they've collected. "This ought to make things a little easier."

She also grabs a couple towels, washcloths and a bar of soap. "I dunno if there's water down there, but if there is..." Just for good measure, she tosses in a pair of clean underwear, jeans and a shirt.

Edward transfered the sheets into the mesh laundry bag, then stuffed the snacks they carried in their arms into the emptied bag. "If that's everything, we should get back. I have the feeling that this is far from over."

Rogue nods. "Yeah, we should. This should be enough for the night, I suspect."

She shoulders her bulging bag, then holsters her gun. "I think you should go first; I'll need both hands for the laundry bag." She picks it up, carefully balancing the weight. "Lead the way!" she says with a grin.

Edward shouldered the other bags and hoped desperately that they'd be able to run from any zombies they came across, because he was woefully unbalanced. "Right, then. Wading back into the fray."

He heads down the stairs and pauses on the third floor, hearing signs of life (http://www.livejournal.com/community/fandomtownies/87433.html#comments). "Do you want to check that out, or head straight back? We could always use a spare set of hands..."

Rogue thinks. "They're going to be safe here, but we could definitely use people in the library." She shrugs. "It can't hurt to ask."

[[OOC: Or, yanno, I could attempt to link the right thread. *facepalm* (http://www.livejournal.com/users/rory__gilmore/8362.html) Thou, I'm all for making our way back to the main thread and then crashing for the night.]]

[OOC: Or, wotever. :D *goes to get another drink*]

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