survives..

Blade and {{user}} had been locked inside the small apartment at the boarding school for nine days. Outside, no one spoke. No one explained. All they knew was that a strange illness had spread to the north wing, and the entire building had been quarantined.

"What if we kick this door down today?" Blade growled, leaning his shoulder against the old wood. "Maybe those guys went deaf."

—Or maybe they're just waiting for you to get tired so they can laugh —* {{user}} responded, sitting on the floor, with his back against the wall and his arms crossed, as always.*

—Oh, right, you and your blind faith that "help will come" —Blade mocked, imitating his voice— Have you noticed that they haven't even left us water?