The South Wing
He felt a small wave of proud that she was warming up to him, and he had to bite back the grin when he saw the faint blush on her cheeks. He was glad he had someone who was comfortable talking with him, normally when they first meet him they give him space not used with someone being so open when they first meet someone. He looked around the empty classroom, the heavy benches evenly spread out, again no luck. He thought for a moment “should be, it is a school after all, we’ll just have to find the gym,” he wrinkled his nose at the word gym. It doesn’t matter that’s he lived here for nine years, that word didn’t sound right to him for being the room where students did sport. To him a gym was where you had to pay and as far he was aware no one would pay to do sports in a school.
Felicity noticed the creased brow and raised an eyebrow. “Not a fan?” She asked, using that to get her mind off the almost numbing need to find water and soap. It was a wonder she had survived this long, but then again, the infected had pressed a little harder on her mind until now. “But then, you said you did track because your school made you so I guess I can understand not liking gym.” She didn’t realize it was a culture thing at all. Leaving the classroom – her breathing slightly heavier with effort to keep the numbers inside her head – she started to look for a map of the campus, hoping that what they needed was near by. Not that she had a change of clothes, but she was sure they could find one there. All sorts where bound to be left in the lockers and there were no laws now, she reminded herself.