SCHOOL LOCK-IN [Inactive]

Michael shook his head, but immediately regretted it as his vision swam and he put a hand to his forehead. "Don't worry about me." He spared a glance at Mandi, noticing her gait. "Do you need help?" he asked with concern.
 
She whips her head back around and squints her eyes at Michael. Telling him to back off. She continues to walk through the dark and deserted hallway
 
Michael gritted his teeth in frustration, watching Mandi walk ahead of him. She would have to trust someone sooner or later before she got herself killed. After a moment, he shook himself out of it and followed.
 
She turns around to him when they hit a Do you know the way. I'm not sure. I got lost earlier."
 
Mike stopped, glancing around at his surroundings. He was relatively new to the school, but he'd learned his way around quickly. He had always possessed a good sense of direction and his dad had stressed the importance of good navigational skills.


"Yeah. This way," Michael remarked, gesturing toward a corridor branching off to the left. His steps were unsteady, and he found himself veering off toward a wall before catching himself.
 
Mandi wraps her arm around mikes shoulders before he can protest. They start to walk together, intertwined and very slowly through the dark corridor.
 
Mike opened his mouth to protest before stopping himself. After a few steps, he gave in, leaning on Mandi for support before self-consciously draping his arm around her shoulders. He stared straight ahead, making a pretense of scanning for danger.
 
She leaned evenly on him. Needing his support as much as he did. She followed him as he led the way aimlessly through the hall
 
After about 8 minutes of the strenuous walking mandi was panting, her sides screaming in pain, the cuts on her face finally coming to her attention. Fatigue and hunger finally starting to hit her as they trudged on. She refused to look over at mike but continued to lean on him for the much need support.
 
Michael wasn't much better off. His head was absolutely throbbing. He was dizzy, nauseous. In the back of his mind, he knew he'd probably sustained a minor concussion despite escaping a bullet wound. He must have hit his head on the tile floor harder than he thought.


Still, he knew Mandi was in bad shape. Her panting, her slow and clearly pained steps. He finally glanced over at her, his eyes locking on her face. He noticed the bleeding abrasions. His eyes lingered a moment longer than he intended.
 
Finally. She breaks arms with Mike and hunches over. Her body racking in coughs due to her extremely dry throat. She is able to barely speak, "we..need..to...stop. Please" without waiting for a response she sits down against the wall
 
Michael put a supportive hand on her shoulder as Mandi slides down against the wall. She was bad off.


He took a glance down either end of the hallway. It was clear... for now.


"What's going on, Mandi? Let me help you," he asked quickly, his eyes locked on Mandi's.
 
"I just need..... a break. I'm so.... Tired" she slides the walkie talkie over to him. "Try" and she closes her eyes for a bit, hoping that she will soon find the energy and determination to carry on.
 
Michael quickly averted his eyes. He raised the radio to his mouth and pressed the talk button. "Hey, it's Michael."
 
After they wait 5 minutes there is no reply. Mandi starts to force herself to


Slowly get up from her position on the floor
 
Michael shook his head. "No. You don't want to admit that you're hurting, that's fine. But I'm going to help you. You're in no condition to walk."


With that, he gently grabbed her and began to pick her up into his arms.
 
Mandi immediately backs away from mike. "When did you start making decisions for me. Stop fooling yourself. You're wasting time."
 
"Since you almost passed out," Michael said, locking eyes defiantly with Mandi.
 
Michael shrugged the comment away. "I'm fine. I'm not making this decision for you, I'm making it for us. You won't make it under your own power. Just humor me."
 
"Oh, I plan to." She slowly turns away and starts to progress excruciatingly slowly down the hallway
 
Michael cursed under his breath, quickening his pace to walk in front of Mandi, blade at the ready. He would cast constant glances over his shoulder to check on her state.
 
Once or twice she would make eye contact with mike but then look away to the side


Or the ground. She was completely lost in the direction in which they were headed. She was aching to fall asleep
 
"Not much further," he glanced over his shoulder, frowning at Mandi. She looked half-dead on her feet.
 
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