With a almost soundless motion the door into their main classroom opened, half the students looking up from their work or other distracting objects to see a frankly tired Thad leaning one hand on the doorframe and catching his breath. Other hand used to shoot a finger gun at the orange eyed teacher and thoroughly annoy them with the action, the teachers daughter, Lizzy chose this moment to roll her eyes at the jock. Returning to trying to work on her schoolwork for once as the class task was one that would unknowingly to Thad since he had missed that proclamation make or break a student's chance to go to this year's prom. Of course being more then ten minutes late to that particular class of history and looking like he had just ran into the Grim Freezer didn't help his case of getting into the teachers apparent good graces. That fact itself only taken from the evident law that Lizzy had several good graces and all but a handful of them were reserved for her own reflection or ex boyfriend.

Thad slipped back into the class, took  the papers on the teachers table when the older drone huffed and motioned for him to do so, then went to his seat and sat on it since that's what one does with the labelled and numbered seats. The jock instantly leaning over to his left once the teacher wasnt paying attention and asking in a half whisper what he was to do. Half whisper being the tone of which the class had currently after a very exciting day of tastelessly average educational activities and lunch breaks, which had run them surprisingly into the ground energy wise. Thad had ran through half the colony just to still be late because of being pulled up and lectured by Wrenflower, which was something of an annoyance to Thad. Thera seemed to be relatively fine, of course Thad knew that internal worries plagued his sister. Lizzy was for once doing her work for the prom at the slowly coming end of term and to not loose her spot as host to student council leader Penny or any of the ex graduates like Kelsey. Sam was nodding off like usual, Trevor doing his work with a half eaten pen and Jackal making an tower out of folded paper cubes. Again as usual.

Then Thad noticed the right back corner, because every student eventually laid eyes on it and paid all sorts of attention to the mythical place of all renowned refuge. Away from the teacher's gaze and the second exit at the left back corner of the room sat Emily and Zane, the average seating arrangement had blessed the pair with those contested seats at its start. The green eyed jock admiring the luck that one of the newcomers had managed to score such exalted thrones, despite Jackal's rare complaints. Or maybe because of them, Thad did once in a blue moon engage in the classroom social mess that was surrounding Lizzy's cousin but he wasn't anywhere tried of the trade enough to understand what particular conflict was between the newer pair. He was sure it was something at least, Zane usually left Jackal alone and Jackal usually tried to antagonise the other with little to no success. 

For now Thad's attention was put to his papers and everything Uzi had said and done, mainly the almost execution but there were in fact other thoughts using his processor power. Such as events from last night, and the night five days ago when he was told just as soon as he was to go to bed that their oft late home father had ended up in the hospital. The drone equivalent to a human one, so there were a few differences. Mainly the blood drip feed machines of which Thad hadn't remembered the name of were now used for oil and the very nice to know fact that reattachment of limbs was a far more feasible goal then it was for humans. That last fact being something he hoped would work, just had to wait till the end of today to find out if they could or not fix Mackevilon's arm. The other option was rather, unwanted to think about so Thad lightly clenched his teeth and set to work reading the source material given. A report on an ancient film of their choice. 

Meanwhile up in the oh so coveted back corner, Emily and Zane were talking between themselves as they scratched at the start of their assignments. The ceiling's air conditioner making them a tad cooler then they'd normally be even with the window next to them being blocked with meters of thick packed ice on the other side, apparently it had been some sort of swimming pool for the upper levels of the colony before the whole core collapse ruined that.  

".. Emily, you made your choice yet, or you still thinking?". Zane half asked as he chewed on his finger despite his current position in class, and Emily asking him not to before. Apparently it wasn't befitting of anyone to do something so childish, especially in public. Zane did comply, but then again old habits die hard.

"N, no..". She replied to him curtly before flicking through the few questions on the pages attached via staple to the top corner of the sheets. Long answer form, twenty thousand words each and to be expected for the ending years of schooling like this class was in. Only due to rough age and being clocked with a high enough total year score to pass from the lower grades up, which was how Emily had found herself here. Studious, persistent and with a knack for finding oddball ways through a problem Emily day has been held back last year only because she wasn't old enough to move up to the final rank of schooling. Which had of course done a number to her already forgettable social standing, only thing that had recovered this standing to anything acceptable was Zane and her getting together and that still didn't exactly make either of them likeable to the masses. She was weird to them because she cared apparently to much about finishing highschool, Zane was weird because he was new and chewed his finger whenever thinking. 

"Zane?!". Emily picked up on the white eyed and black mixed with blue haired drone doing exactly what she had just been thinking about, the girl huffing at him. Frowning weakly as he turned to her in concern, which morphed to realisation as soon as he did.

"Ehh? Oh.. oh, sorry...". He replied in a higher register voice as he removed the tip of his finger from his mouth, his voice being another thing Emily somehow liked about him. He could probably sing amazingly, if he wasn't just as abysmally shy as she was about singing. 

"It's ok..". She trailed off, the general hubbub of the classroom masking her silence as the pair went back to their individual sheets. The girl stuck in thought as she almost always was, mind wondering to what she had heard on the news recently. Because every easily frightened eighteen year old should make sure to watch the news as it pumped out an alarming amount of disturbing reality checks after the colony's first real taste of fear in her entire life. The murder drones had broken in once and were repelled by a dysfunctional russian schoolmate of hers that had almost committed an act of terrorism without checks on the classroom earlier that day, and more then a few predictions of her either getting eaten or allowing the monsters back in on account of getting revenge were now circling the secluded bunker only interweb. 

Body counts stacking up and the unaccountable nor expected damage to one of two mass grave chambers in the furthest parts of the colony had made it more difficult for the grieving families to process everything that had happened. Along with the few other damages around, scotch marks up one of the civilian area halls or house doors torn out of their doorway and the house rent of any serenity. She was just lucky she hadn't been anywhere near involved in it and her home was on the untouched second floor of the bunker, easily preventing it from finding any damages or raiding. Destiny seeming to skirt a wide path away from the WDF leader's daughter. As if to mark just how bland her life would be. But would it be better if she was involved in the present, would someone care if she was one of the names in those lists or if she had done anything but follow the procedures when push came to shove? 

"Em-". She was brought back to the present by Zane leaning over from his desk and softly prodding the side of her face, Emily gaining a small smile at the contact as she batted him away and the thoughts disappeared.

"Du- what was that for?". She asked back, her voice light as he put one hand to his chin and pointed at her. Final Girl's core fluttering as Zane gave her a knowing look, her mind riding the familiar but chaotic track that was active whenever they got to spend time together especially with his more talkative side. 

"You were pondering again...". He said, his concern obvious.

"..yeah, but I'm fine now.". She answered him, a little abashed to know she was so readable but also thankful for him noticing her. Especially when it directly countered exactly what she was thinking about when he had. Emily caught that thought before it could return fully, vice like mental grip focusing on the scourge and tearing it asunder with more rational arguments. Shredding the idea up in her head before refocusing on the sheet, quickly deciding on which of the possible movies to do the report on and looking around the classroom. 

"..Sure?". Zane asked her, still vaguely concerned despite his demeanour having changed back to a more nonchalant one. 

"Mhmm.".

"Cool, uh... You want to do the same option for the assignment, just for fun?". Zane flipped the conversation on its head and tapped his pencil onto the questions as if she didn't know where they were. Which she didn't, having accidentally skipped a page without realising it. 

"..yeah... you mind doing uhh, Carrie then?". She mentioned the fourth option on the sheet and glanced back at Zane. His white eyes tracking down to the page and rereading it while Emily looked at his hair. Short and messy with the longest it got was neck length, bright light blue with flecks of onyx black sprinkled throughout. All topped by an old sharper design helmet that she had no recollection of existing within the bunker, for while the normal helmets were rounded his one had three horizontal triangular like ridges from the front to the back. Emily took in all his features again, savouring the idea that she had managed to progress her stagnant life enough to secure a partner let alone this interesting of one. A blue, black and white eyed guy from a far away land who had a lovely voice and was interested in her on day one then the rest of her cohort had been for years. He talked nicely, walked nicely and to her his morals were tight as well. What was not to love?

"On the topic of, Carrie.., You, uhmm. After we finish this. We'd have enough score to go to prom... Together, I don't mind if your not up for it but i think it could be fun...". Zane stayed focused on the page but Emily could easily see the blush on his visor, white hatch patterns underneath his hollow eyes that glowed bright. Emily blinked, readjusting her glasses and nodding at him despite her internal reservations against such activities. 

"We can go...Together". Emily agreed instantly, pushing her distaste of larger social events to the side to indulge in going to prom with her boyfriend for the first time ever. Quieting herself to a whisper to add to what she had said. 

"Till the absolute end.".