OOC: Ok guys, we all need to calm down here with the rapidfire posting. We're almost as big as the entirety of the previous roleplay, and it's barely been a weekend (plus no one's died!). Please use the edit button if you think of something you want to add to a post from 2 minutes ago. Also, we don't need posts telling us you've gone to bed...we can be patient and wait for you to wake up the next day.
IC: Irish awoke once more with a pounding headache. Everyone was talking rapidly, and practise gunfire rang throughout the hallways. "Idiots," he thought to himself "they're only alerting the zombies as to where we are, and wasting ammo at the same time." Standing up, Irish walked over to the water fountain and washed his hands...hygeine is important during a plague, after all.