Dawn of the Undead
Breanne tipped her head down as she pressed her hand to the cafeteria door and pushed it open. Noise erupted all around her as the various cliques scattered towards their tables. Maybe it was her imagination, but everyone seemed to turn to her to check out the new girl. Time to pick a clique she thought to herself. She felt like a gazelle going for a drink of water only to find itself surrounded by lions, cheetahs, jackals and vultures. (more…)