You look at Michelle as well, waiting for her to lead the way. To your surprise, her face suddenly lacks its typical mechanical control. She looks, for a moment, like a normal, troubled teenage girl.
In the next moment, the expression is gone, replaced by her usual cynical presentation. The lapse, however, was notable.
With a slight nod, she turns towards the school, walking quickly over the grounds. You follow her, keeping pace, leaving the vampires and the werewolves regarding each other with marked distrust.
Once you're out of earshot, you turn to the striding zombie. Despite, or perhaps because of, her insular nature, you feel the need to break the silence between you.