Lisa sat on the floor of the janitor's closet; knees hugged to her chest.

It had been forty-eight hours since the zombies had gotten into the school; a little over five hours since Bea had passed, ten hours since Anna's dad had left the closet, and far too many hours since Lisa had gotten any sleep at all.

She didn't know where Chris was, or where Anna's dad was, or where anyone was for that matter. She'd been more than a little disappointed that Chris had missed her song in the Christmas Showcase- but now she couldn't care less if he didn't go to any more of her shows; all she wanted was to see him again and know that he was safe.

She was hungry, tired, and trapped in a closet with the body of her boyfriend's grandmother and sole guardian. If someone had asked her two days ago what she was planning on doing this weekend, she most certainly wouldn't have said this.

She closed her eyes, resting her forehead on her knees and wondering whether or not Anna's dad had been turned into a zombie. She really hoped he hadn't, but realistically she knew that it was a possibility- especially given the current state of things.

Lisa knew that there was no way she could stay holed up in the janitor's closet forever. She knew that she had to leave- and based off of how little food or water there was in the closet, she reasoned that she'd end up having to leave sooner rather than later. She'd hoped that Anna's dad would have come back by now (possibly with food), but she and he had both been aware of the risk that he'd taken by going out into the school.

She sat there, face buried in her knees as she tried to think of what the best thing was to do. Anna's dad and Bea were the only two adults Lisa had managed to find who weren't zombified- and the fact that she might be the only survivor left in the school crossed her mind.

No. Chris was alive, he had to be. She'd lost Bea and Anna's dad and probably her parents, but Chris hadn't been at the school. Chris would've known that she was still at the school, and if he was alive then he'd be looking for her.

Hopefully.

"Shit." Lisa whispered, eyes darting around the very small room she was in as she attempted to tally any and all useful materials in it. A push broom. Bea's body. A various assortment of cleaning products. Boxes of god knows what stacked against the back wall. A lamp. More boxes.

Come on. Come ON.

Boxes of paper. Cleaning rags. A tool belt.

That would be helpful when she needed to leave the closet, but it wasn't exactly what she wanted to find.

Even more boxes. Rolls of toilet paper and stacks of paper towels. Boxes. Boxes.

Radio.

Lisa got to her feet, making sure not to step on anything (or anyone) as she crossed the room to grab the radio, walking back and sitting with her back against the door.

Turning the radio over in her hands, Lisa fiddled with the tuning knobs- eventually settling on a station that she had listened to countless times before on her radio at home before switching the radio on; a synth-heavy eighties song playing out of the tinny speakers.

If Chris was looking for her, she hoped that he'd recognize the eighties station that the two of them always listened to (mostly due to Lisa's insistence). She refused to believe that Chris wasn't alive- until she saw real-life proof, she had to at least try and reach him.

Lisa put the radio down on the ground, getting to her feet and grabbing a wrench from the tool belt and readying herself in case the music attracted zombies before it attracted Chris. She took a breath, tightening her grip on the wrench as she stared down the door of the closet.


Several hallways away, Chris and Steph were on their way to Savage's office when Chris stopped- turning back.

"Do you hear that?"

Steph stopped walking, heartbeat racing as she listened. She hoped it wasn't zombies, she really hoped it wasn't zombies. Thankfully, as Steph strained her ears to pick up whatever Chris was hearing, it became abundantly clear that zombies were not the cause of what they were listening to.

"What is it?" It sounded like music, Steph knew that much. But as she turned to face Chris, he broke out into a smile- and she had no idea why.

"What?"

"Come on." He took off back down the hall, Steph following at his heels.