Regina:
"We need to get out of here as quickly as possible,"
"That's the plan." The normally verbose Ashley was predictably curt once she entered the schoolyard, quietly skirting along the bus on left side on approach to the building itself. "See if there's a way around, check the exits, use the least ugly one." It was as much a mental checklist as anything else. "Search where we can... leave when we can't." That last was a shade bitterer than the rest -- acknowledging even the
possibility of failure was more than she wanted to risk, to let even a single crack show in her perfect mental armor, and she quickly moved on without further words.
Ashley began scouting along the vehicular barrier to see if there was a way over or through, so they could use a side door and spread their search wider, faster. It was perhaps telling that she paid virtually no mind to the pair of walking corpses in the yard -- the others had the situation well under control, and beyond that, it merited no further thought. Never mind that the last time she took the undead for granted, she had paid dearly for her carelessness.
No. Seriously, no. God fucking damn it, no. You do not get to take a trip down Self-Pity Lane when you've got a job to do. She actually growled under her breath as she shook her head to banish the thought, returning her attention to the task at hand -- with, perhaps, a fraction of said attention devoted to watching and making sure nothing went wrong with Trisha and Mary.
Why's it always gotta be schools, though? I swear, someone up there's laughing at me.