It was five days ago, having been from the same school, it was you who had found him hiding inside a bathroom stall—arguing with him for who gets to stay inside the diarrhea-infested space.

With a faint smile, he couldn't help but quip, "You know, when we first crossed paths, I knew my odds of survival had hit an all-time low..."

"I'm thinking 30% survival with a chance of being breakfast buffet for the man-eating ipad kids." He sighs deeply at you.

"Well, that aside... I'm sure as hell everything at the cafeteria's spoiled rotten by now." He looks over to the horizon, zombie children looking like red fire ants at a distance.

"You wanna ransack the faculty?"