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John raised one eyebrow at the scarred man. "Then you should probably look around for something you can use as a weapon. I'm not going down without a fight, myself."

Taking self-inventory wasn’t so important to Rep, there was a self-assurance that ran pretty ******** deeply that he was a magnificent b*****d and that was all that was really important at that moment in time.

“What do you know really I don’t remember s**t either. I must have been pretty ******** mind blowing.”

He was about to elaborate on the depths of his amnesia when a siren kicked in and almost made him jump out of his skin, it took him only an instant to calculate that any sort of siren meant that Bad s**t Was Happening and to politely disentangle himself from the attractive stranger and immediately start ransacking the room for a weapon. “I don’t know what the ******** that means either.” He volunteered with a sort of sadistic delight. “Short of we’d better ******** see if there’s anything sharp in here.”

Slung over the back of one of the chairs was a promising looking military harness that he picked up and checked the pockets on, it had relevant survival items, flashlights, flint and tinder, rope and the like alongside condoms and what looked like hot chocolate mix. It would do. So he put it on, and then realised maybe he should put some trousers on too.

He grabbed the most likely looking pair and pulled them on, they were a tiny bit short but they’d serve their purpose in modesty. “So you don’t remember ******** anything at all? Like what the biohazards could be? I don’t but figured its prudent to cover bases.”

The bedside table also got checked and he laughed and wielded something in the direction of the stranger. “No really a weapon I guess.” It got tossed back in and he was off again to rummage in the wardrobe, this time emerging brandishing two blue glowing daggers. “******** score. Want one? You have to promise your no going to stab me first though right.”

"I can answer to that," John laughed. He shrugged at the newly nicknamed Scarface. "I'm pretty sure neither of those names are mine either, but we need something to call each other. Hey, you, only goes so far."

He nodded to the other statement. "Pants would be good, so would weaponry. We'll go with you. If there really are zombies on the way, we should stay in groups. A single person can be overwhelmed much more easily than a group."

"What's my code name guys?" He asked expectantly. He named them awesomely. It was his turn now, okay.

Or right, he could also focus on not dying too. He followed after the both of them closely, weapon at the ready.

"Alright," Scarface agreed that company would be best if there were braineating monsters loose in the place. "It was this way..." He motioned, shifting around the barricade to hurry toward the stairs.

As for code names, "Umm... I don't know. Er. Black... hair?" He offered. He couldn't remember enough to really think of a good one, and the kid didn't have any defining scars or something to go by for inspiration. He supposed he'd leave it to "John", and concentrated on remembering which room it was he had come out of.

He leaped up the stairs as quickly as possible, although hesitated in the hallway to make sure the coast was clear before hurrying to where he had thankfully left the door open. "See? All sorts of neat things! Something should be weaponizable right?" He gestured to the rows of instruments and piles of sheet music books before creeping into what looked like the bedroom. He had been sleeping on the couch... was this really his room or had he just been crashing there? No matter, the bedroom had a closet, and the grey jumpsuit inside along with a blood and burn-stained white coat was better than boxers.

John followed, alert for possible trouble. Presumably the zombies would be coming from outside the building, though this place was clean and impersonal enough that it wasn't totally out of the question that it could be a lab building of some sort. They'd have to stay on their toes.

At the question of what they were going to call the black-haired kid, he gave the guy a thoughtful look. The dude reminded him of an eager puppy, but that was hardly flattering. "How about Killer?" he said, grinning. "Totally a stone-cold zombie killer, I can see it in your eyes."

Scarface's room proved to be mostly stocked with musical instruments. "Hey," John called after the man as he hurried into the bedroom to get some pants. "Mind if I check the drawers and cabinets? I don't want to smash your stuff up if I can help it."

The kid was easily dissuaded by Scarface's idea of a proper 'code name' but immediately perked right up at Uni's suggestion, "Oh oh, that one. Killerrrr~" As he repeated the name he swung the table leg at invisible assailants. "I'll kill them alll like a baws."

He watched the two rummage about the room and was equally inclined to snoop, "Me too?"