President of the University (Dean) Office

(from here)

Saoirse entered from the drawing room, and closed the door behind her, noting the... comfy sofa she WISHED she knew about before taking a nap on a porcelain throne in the commode!! Damn, shit fuckin' day in fuckin' deed dude!! She furiously thought, dragging the comfy white loveseat over to block the door in case her first makeshift barricade didn't work. She stepped away from the door, backing into the center of the room, guitar still in hand. "Okay... alright... just... gotta remember which of these... wait, fuck what was it I was supposed to do?!" She screamed when she heard the soft moan behind her.

She turned and screamed at the zombie with outstretched arms, it was so close, she was panicking and she didn't have time to react as it bit her left forearm! "UAAAGH FUCK YOU!" She screamed slamming the guitar across the zombie... the dean's face as the white eyed, half rotting bastard peeled away! She checked her forearm- the bite wasn't too deep, but it was bleeding in spots. "Fuck... YOU!" she screamed swinging the guitar in a wide arc, SLAMMING the heavy end against the side of the zombies face! It forced him back, into the wall as the guitar's base end snapped... giving her a pointed end as the weighted end clapped upon the floor. "RAAAAAAAAAGH!!" She screamed, running forward, skewering the guitar into the back of the Dean's neck, up into its head! Blood splashed down, and she backed up, as it stumbled about, swerving to face her drunkenly!

Furious, she drew the handgun from the sore cheek, and held it before her one handed. "Suck it, baldy!!"

BANG!

The shot scared the hell out of her, but it made its mark with only a slight recoil up of her wrist! The bullet pierced the zombie's skull and it fell back, into the nearby closet with a wet splat!!

Saoirse winced, sliding the handgun into her thigh bag, gripping her left forearm where she was bitten! "Fuck man... fuck...!" She spat, the blood trickling through her fingers as she heard the approaching footfalls, the pounding on the door in the other room! She had to... think about the rest later. She tugged her denim sleeve down, and ran over to the fireplace, somewhat recalling what she had to do now. It was one of the cords... but which one was it? "Fuck it... eenie meanie... miney...-" she tugs on both.

(unbeknownst to her she made the arm of the statue move in the Art Gallery)

...nothing happened. "Ugh, fuck... Blue?" She says, pulling the blue cord.

(unbeknownst to her she made the arm of the statue move in the Art Gallery... back to its original position.)

Nothing again?

"Okay... red for sure... or do I have to tug both to reset? Fuck the guy who MADE THIS INSANE THING!" she screamed as she pulls the red cord.

There was a click! and a sudden shift in the room behind her. Turning around, Saoirse glanced to her left, behind the president's desk where the large painting on the wall shifted and revealed a weird... back room? Holy shit, it really is Scooby Doo shit! She blinked, and noticed it was beginning to shift back in place! "No-no-no-no-no!!" She screamed, tugging the red cord again, but it didn't stop! Quickly, she sprinted to the gap, sliding onto her stomach into the dark room before the door flattened her!

(to Testing Passage B)

(from here)

BANG...! BANG! BANG!!

The pair managed to push the couch over enough to force their body through the gap, the man who did swept the room with the AK. "What the fuck?!"

"What?" called the other, still stuck in the drawing room.

"She aint here man!" The man exclaimed.

"WHAT?!"

After a quick check, the skinny African American man pushed the couch aside, allowing the tall and slightly larger red neck inside. "Told you! She's gone!"

"Gone?! She can't be 'gone' where else she coulda 'gone' too?!"

"I ain't gotta clue man, I ain't no Houdini!" The pair argued as they began to check the office from top to bottom...

---

After a few minutes of thoroughly checking anyplace that could hold a hiding spot, the pair gave up. "Shiiit, what if she was at the other end of the hall?!"

"Fuck!"

"Get on, get! Hurry!"

Both men returned back to the 2f Hallway...

(to here)

(OOC: From here, skipping some parts for expediency sake.)

Skye tracked Saorise's scent to this room. Past several bodies, broken furniture, and shell casings. The B.O.W woman used her senses of smell and electrosense to try and discover which way she went. All pointed towards the painting at the back of the office. She quirked an eyebrow at that, but no matter how many times she sniffed the air, or pulsed her radar, all the signals terminated abruptly at that painting.

Knotting her brow, she broadened her senses and began looking about the room, looking for clues. But other than discovering that there were slight discoloration of the differing panels of the back wall, nothing provided her with any direction. So, she began to try and knock on the painting, and the wall behind it. She noticed that parts of the wall closest to the painting sounded different, hollower...

And she could feel the slight movement of air being circulated from somewhere behind it... a slight breeze on her feet.

'Something behind?' she thought, quizzically. However, the trail to Saorise grew colder and fainter the longer she stayed in this place, trying to sort it out, so she stood back in front of the desk somewhat, and cracked her knuckles. 'Sorry, no time to be subtle!' her mind stated, before she charged up a powerful electro blast shockwave, and launched it at the painting. Splintering it, and the plaster, wood and concrete door behind it apart with tremendous force!

When the door broke apart, it sounded like an explosion had rocked the building, scattering debris all over the testing passage behind it.

The electrical drain was only minor to Saorise, but to be sure, she drew power from an electrical socket in the office to replenish herself before she stepped over the broken debris of the door, and continued down the now exposed hidden passage.

(OOC: To here)