As they stood in the empty hallway, a lightbulb went off in Evan's head, and he groaned, facepalming. "Dude... I think I know where Jordan is."Jean raised an eyebrow, looking over at him. "What? Where?"Evan sighed, clearly embarrassed. "You know how he always takes those '15-minute' bathroom breaks? He's probably... well, you know... taking care of business."Lucas burst out laughing, shaking his head. "You're telling me this guy chose now of all times to get some 'personal time'? What a legend."Tyler chuckled, rolling his eyes. "Well, if he's really in the bathroom, we better get him out before he becomes a zombie snack."They all exchanged a knowing look, already guessing what they'd find if they caught Jordan mid-"break." Ms. Heather, overhearing the conversation, looked slightly scandalized, but she didn't say anything, only giving Jean a worried look.Jean nodded. "Alright, let's check the bathrooms. He's gotta be in one of them."They headed down the hall to the nearest restroom, but a sign on the door read "CLOSED FOR REPAIR." Jean cursed under his breath, glancing around. "Damn it. Alright, let's try the next one."They quickly made their way to the next bathroom, and Jean turned to Ms. Heather, Akira, and the other girls. "You all wait here. We'll go in and get him."Ms. Heather nodded, clearly relieved. "Be careful, okay?"Akira gave him a small, encouraging smile. "I'll be right here, Jean."Jean nodded, turning back to the guys as they entered the restroom. The air inside was stale and quiet, the fluorescent lights flickering ominously above. They called out in low voices, keeping an ear out for any strange sounds."Jordan? You in here, man?" Jean's voice echoed slightly, but there was no response.They exchanged glances, then began looking under the stall doors one by one. Most were empty—until they got to the last one. They saw a pair of shoes and a heap of pants bunched around someone's ankles."Oh god," Lucas muttered, barely able to contain his laughter. "This dude really is in here."Jean rolled his eyes, suppressing a mix of irritation and amusement. He knocked on the stall door. "Jordan! Open up, man. It's us."No response.Tyler leaned in, grinning wickedly. "I don't think he can hear you. Bet he's got his headphones on, completely in the zone."Evan groaned, shaking his head. "Of course he does. This guy's really in here jerking it while the world's falling apart."Jean took a step back, weighing his options. "Alright, if he's not gonna come out... we're kicking this door down."Lucas grinned. "Hell yeah. Let's do it."With a quick nod, Jean raised his foot and kicked the stall door. It burst open, and there, sitting on the toilet with his pants around his ankles and headphones in, was Jordan, fully absorbed in his phone, oblivious to everything. The screen clearly displayed an explicit anime scene, and Jordan froze, his eyes widening as he finally noticed the group staring at him."What the Fk!" he screamed, scrambling to pull up his pants, his face turning beet red. "What the hell, guys?! Can't a dude get some privacy?"Lucas doubled over laughing, barely able to breathe. "Bro, are you serious right now? There's literally a zombie apocalypse happening outside, and you're... you're in here doing that?!"Evan, choking back laughter, managed to say, "Dude, you picked the worst time for this. We're literally out here fighting for our lives, and you're... oh my gosh, I can't."Jordan yanked his pants up, stammering, "Wait, what do you mean, zombie apocalypse? Are you guys serious?"Jean stepped forward, his face a mix of irritation and exasperation. "Yes, dude. There are actual zombies outside. We came here to get you because we need to get out of this school right now."Jordan blinked, still trying to process everything, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and disbelief. "Wait... you're not messing with me, right? Like, this isn't some kind of sick prank?"Jean shook his head. "No prank. Now, come on, man. We've gotta get moving."Jordan sighed, tucking his phone away. "Alright, alright. Just... let's never speak of this again, okay?"Lucas snorted. "Oh, no promises, man. This is golden."As Jordan muttered under his breath and turned to the sink, he quickly washed his hands, casting embarrassed glances at his friends. The water ran pink as he scrubbed his hands, clearly trying to regain some dignity after being caught."So... zombies, huh?" he asked, shaking his hands dry, the humor gone from his voice. "You're all serious?"Evan nodded, a grim look on his face. "Dead serious. We're not messing around, man. Shit's gone full Resident Evil out there."Jordan grabbed some paper towels, drying his hands as he stared at them. "I thought you were all just... you know, messing with me. But now... well, let's just say this is not how I expected my day to go."Jean didn't waste any time as they moved to the bathroom door, his voice quiet but firm. "Come on, we need to get to the parking lot. Ms. Heather has her car, and if we're lucky, we can get out before this spreads."Jordan blinked, his gaze now fully aware as he looked out into the hallway. For the first time, he took in the sight—streaks of blood smeared across lockers, debris littered along the floors, and an eerie silence broken only by the occasional distant scream."Jesus," he muttered, his face pale. "It's really happening, isn't it?"Lucas gave him a grim nod, clutching his broom handle tightly. "Yep, so better get your head in the game, dude. We're fighting for real out here."They rejoined the girls in the hallway, where Ms. Heather had been nervously watching both directions, and Akira stood a little too close to Jean, her eyes constantly darting back to him as though she'd lose him if she looked away.Jean quickly updated Ms. Heather on the plan. "Ms. Heather, we're heading for the parking lot. You still have your car keys, right?"She patted her pocket, nodding. "Yes, I do. If we can make it to my car, we should be able to get out of here. I... I just hope the parking lot isn't swarming with those things."Tyler shrugged, his usual dark grin absent. "Only one way to find out."Jordan, looking like he was finally beginning to process everything, cleared his throat. "Alright, but like... maybe we stick close together this time? No more... detours."Evan smirked, shaking his head. "No promises. Just try not to disappear for any more 'breaks.' We need everyone focused right now."They formed a tight group, with Jean and Akira leading the way, Ms. Heather and Lucas at the center, and Tyler and Jordan bringing up the rear. As they moved down the hall, every sound seemed amplified—the shuffle of their footsteps, the flicker of the dying lights, and the occasional far-off moan that made their skin crawl.Jean kept his grip firm on the fire axe, his eyes scanning each corner as they moved forward. They didn't know how many more of those things were wandering the halls, but with every step closer to the exit, hope began to creep into their minds. They just needed to stay alert and keep moving—if they made it to the parking lot, they'd have a shot at getting out of this nightmare.Q: Do you know if anyone who spends "15 minute" washroom breaks? xd