"If you think Rick is the problem, I guess you don't know what I'm fucking capable of you asshole." - Bellatrix Dixon
"I guess I do have more balls even than you Shane." - Bellatrix Dixon
"I'm a Dixon. And I've been through a lot more hell than any...
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Somehow Shane, Blake and Otis found a way to get inside the school.
They were running along the dark hallways with the horde of walkers after them.
As they reached the end of the hallway, Shane abruptly stopped as he saw the doors in front of them were locked.
He grumbled angrily before they run around the corner and down another hallway.
They reached the school auditorium and they climbed up the bleachers.
The three men, put down the heavy bags and took a time to relax, after running around the school, the bleachers were tall enough and the walkers couldn't get to them.
But they still needed a plan to get out of there and get back to their group.
Blake used his flashlight and pointed towards the windows "Those windows, what's on the other side?" He asked.
"About a 20-foot drop with nothing to catch you, maybe some bushes, then the athletic field," Otis told him, while breaking heavily.
Shane nodded as he was already planning something "We just need enough time," he told them. "We got to get up there. We got to get 'em open and get out."
"Not me," Otis told him. "Maybe you two."
"Hey, hey, hey," Blake told him.
"Come on, kid, look at me," Otis told him. "You really think I can squeeze through one of them tiny windows? They'd be all over us."
Blake grumbled angrily at his words, as tried to think of something.
"Look, we lay down some fire to get a head start. You two stay here. I hop down and draw them away. That gives you two the chance to get up the bleachers and out a window."
"And where do you go?" Shane asked him skeptically.
Otis grabbed the flashlight, and show it to a door on the other side. "Locker room down those steps."
Blake shook his head "Looks like a good way to get trapped,"
"It's got windows too, and more my size," Otis told him, handing Shane his bag. "I get out through one, I double back, we meet up out on the field."
"You're a crazy son of a bitch, ain't you?" Shane asked in disbelief.
"Just trying to do right for that boy," Otis told him.
