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"Lots of things: guns, crowbars, guns, bats, guns, things that slice their heads off, more guns . . ." Misty squinted at the woman for a moment, wondering how she wasn't being more panicked about this situation. "Any damn thing will do really so long as you don't use your bare hands. Come on."

Without prompt, she took her hand and started to pull her into the hallway, throwing cursury glances into open rooms. "Where did you come out've? I found a funny looking knife in this coat pocket, so maybe you have something like that in your room."

"Zombies, huh?" The screams from outside didn't sound staged, and the lights flickered and died, as sure as the sky outside was probably blue.

"Cool ain't the word I'd use for that, Ducky." Clearly, Red had decided on a nickname.

She looked at the door as the orange lights came on, and a sort of hunger, sharp and wild filtered into her demeanour. She could do this. She could hunt. The grin Ducky got back was ferocious, akin to a shark's smile, too wide and too much teeth.

"I bet there were, considering there's a dude wielding an axe and some b***h with a crowbar, but I don't know if I want to head back just yet. Considerin'."

She was in a pair of sneakers, at least, and the clothes were pink and cute but the shirt was made of cotton and the skirt didn't restrict her movement. Huhm. Utility, it seemed.

Red waved the plank around, smacking it against her hand. Ow! Apparently, she had some strength in these arms, good god. "Ehhh...I don't want to block the only escape route."

... He really wasn't going to comment on the assorted items in Javier's pockets, no. When the smaller hunter began to climb up his back, sin fell backwards a few steps but regained his footing. At leas the didn't drop him. Like any shoujo prince, he was not going to tell Javier that he was pretty heavy. Yet despite his complaint, he easily carried the other hunter. He looked back over his shoulder to the excited Javier.

Third base? Prince? Definitely not the type of things to be saying during a potential zombie invasion.. But then again, were any of them normal? Putting aside the strange title; ".. Third base, huh?" He wondered out loud. "Ahaha.." A nervous laugh.. Sin thought this guy looked pretty innocent but he guessed he wasn't, huh? Sin should have known better to judge by looks. "To be honest, I'm just hoping we come out of this alive." Right now, they could only muster second rate weapons.

Come to think of it, they had been exchanging titles but not names? Strange lights flickered, and then strange sounds. Sin was officially creeped out. "By the way, my badge reads my name as Sin. I might drop you in the commotion but whatever you do, please don't run towards the nearest zombie wearing anything resembling a pink frilly princess dress." He was not putting it past this hunter.

When he woke up, he couldn’t remember a single thing about himself. Well, perhaps that wasn’t entirely true. The young man woke up with a Rubiks cube in his hand, so apparently that meant he liked Rubiks cub..ing…? Wilson tilted his head slowly as he walked out while quizzically eyeballing the colorful toy. There was supposed to be some mathematical trick to this, right? Did that mean he liked math? Math was kind of boring though…But rather than worry about a toy, he should’ve been trying to figure out who he was. Except Wilson wasn’t worried. His clothes were okay—not great—and he figured someone would tell him something eventually. It would all work out somehow. Probably.

For now he would just settle for carelessly tossing the Rubiks cube around, not caring whether or not it fell and broke into a bajillion annoying pieces. In fact, he nearly dropped it upon hearing the announcement. =n=?? He stared at the Rubiks cube. This was good enough. Probably. Maybe. Hopefully.

Wilson tried lightly tossing it at some girl—actually didn’t her face look a bit like his???—and aimed for the back of her head. A+ for thoughtfulness.

He had no idea still what was going on, but there was a small cluster of girls who looked to be around his own age. Still furrowing his brow, he meandered towards them and lightly tapped the darker haired one on the shoulder, peering over at them curiously.

"Mind if I, er, join you?" he asked, a bit awkwardly, and then winced a little at the screams, sucking in a sharp breath. "I'm not entirely certain where I am, but you, er, seem to be in similar straits as I am."

Eva visibly flinched at the light tap, already on edge because of everything that was happening around her. Clutching at the front of her dress, she turned to face the blond, offering him a weak smile as she looked between him and her other companion.

"It's...fine by me? I guess in this situation, the more the merrier, ri--ow, hey!"

Stumbling forward in surprise, Eva whirled around, lifting a hand to clutch the back of her head as something clattered onto the ground. A quick glance determined that it was one of those puzzle cubes--a rubix cube, was it?--and then she slowly lifted her gaze in the direction the toy had come flying at her from. Frowning, she stared at the man warily, looking him up and down. "I'm guessing this cube is yours...?"

“Well, not much hope for divinity if there’s zombies roamin’ around, now is there?” He grinned, a lopsided little thing that showed off his teeth in an adorably buck-toothed sort of way. He watched curiously as she wound the upholstery fabric around her planks, before he put two and two together. Grabbing the other cushion and tearing into it, he followed her lead, wrapping his own up in much the same way.

“Guess we could help some other folks out though. More the merrier, right?”

He hefted his two boards beneath his arm, and gathered up several more with his other. Looking to where Red pointed, he headed off in the foreigners’ direction.

“Hey!” he called, waving a plank in the air. “Weapons, here!”