While Zane was establishing dominance over his new group of survivors. Ryan was plotting against he Gym Teacher. The time had finally arrived. Rations were low, extremely low. To the point here they could no longer sustain the population with the variety of vending machines inside the locked gymnasium.
And as the man in charge of this group of survivors, Mr. Diaz felt the need to go fetch food, water, and perhaps even medical supplies. Unfortunately for him, all of the teachers he had sent to go get these things failed to return. Meaning that Mr. Diaz was out of options.
Although he himself was the leader of this group of survivors, he was the last real adult standing. And it was because of this he felt apprehension towards going out personally to fetch supplies. But at the same time, he would never put his students in any form of danger.
Because of this Mr. Diaz was at an impasse. And it was at this moment that a little snake in the grass came to whisper poison into his ears.
"Mr. Diaz, do you have a moment?"
The student was of course none other than Ryan, the former team captain of the High School's varsity football team. It was because of this, that Mr. Diaz had a favorable impression of the student, and broke out into a smile when he saw the young man.
"Ryan... Sorry, I was just thinking about some important matters. What can I help you with?"
Knowing that this was his chance to push the Gym teacher into a suicide mission, Ryan began to speak in an almost anxious tone. It was clear that this was nothing more than a façade, but nonetheless Mr. Diaz bought into it hook line and sinker.
"No way! I'm not leaving you behind, Coach! That's not how I do things, if you're in trouble I will help you, even if I have to carry you back to the gym myself!"
After hearing this, Mr. Diaz was shocked, and wore a bitter smile, accepting Ryan's pledge to aid him, despite it being detrimental towards their goal. Or at least it appeared that he did, because he did not outright reject Ryan's "promise".
"You're a good kid, Ryan... Alright that's enough sentimental bullshit, let's go fetch some supplies. By the way, I think you should trade in the table leg for something a bit more ideal don't you think?"
The teacher then reached towards a bin where he pulled out two aluminum baseball bats which were previously used by the high school baseball team. Mr. Diaz handed one to Ryan with a stern expression on his face.
"We're going to need to protect ourselves from those things... Unfortunately, these are the only things I can think of that might be able to help us. You sure you can handle it?"
Ryan grabbed hold of the baseball bat, and took a test swing. It was light weight, extremely light. Almost like a feather, clearly the school had paid a lot to acquire one of the best bats on the market. Knowing how fast he could swing the thing, and the fact that it was made out of metal, Ryan truly believed he would be able to deal some serious damage with this aluminum bat.
And thus smiled as he confirmed he could indeed handle the weapon.
"No problem, Coach!"
With this said, Ryan and Mr. Diaz had begun the first steps of their plan to scavenge supplies for the good of their group. All the while, the Gym teacher remained entirely unaware that his companion intended to do him harm.