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It had been too much of a hassle trying to locate his own room, and... it wasn't like he was... that under-dressed. So he had done the next best thing, which was follow the cluster of voices he heard, and found himself... in some hallway, with a bunch of other confused-looking people. Great. Having arrived late, he had missed most of the speech, but caught some kind of speech about zombies and weapons.

Wait, was this... a military camp? Training camp? Lab? That would kinda explain the lab coat that guy wore, and some kinda similiar-looking coats some of the others wore.
... wait. ZOMBIES? Was this the apocalypse or something? End of the world? Did aliens come and wipe all their memories or something? All this information only left him more confused.

Looking around, he caught sight of the girl he had woken up beside, and... wait. Who was that with her? It really didn't concern him, but somehow...watching the man hit on her made his chest ache.
... But why? He didn't even know her, what did it matter how others saw her, she was... kind of decent-looking...
He huffed, and shook his head, a slight fluster colouring his cheeks. This was stupid. He was here to find answers, not think... about...

Before he could stop himself, he found that he was weaving through the crowd toward the two.
"Hey. Cassanova." The tone and volume of his voice startled him slightly. Was this... jealousy? How stupid.
"... What did you say? Valhalla? Heaven? Who the heck is this 'God'? What's going on?"

Oh! A dude was coming up, and for a moment Misty was excited--perhaps he was James Stevens? But then he started babbling...right, French. She only knew travel phrases and could string together the general intent behind his words, but otherwise drew a blank. She held up the ID and squinted to compare the image to his face. "...Nope, sorry, cutie!" She meant to say more, but someone else had gotten his attention--

--and then there was talk of zombies.

Nope.

Paling, Misty backed to the wall and patted herself down, finding something odd in an inside pocket she hadn't noticed prior--it felt like a little dagger. Did she know how to use those? Dear God, she hoped so.

Angels and God had no meaning to her--nobody here was immortal as far as she was concerned.

She started to try and map out the room in a small panic, trying to locate all possible exits.

Rin was rifling through books and paperwork before turning to eye the gentleman's findings critically, "Just be careful. We might not like what we find." She returned to her own search before the muffled voices of people in the hallways finally caught her attention. Maybe she should finish getting some clothes on if they might be getting visitors? She got dressed in whatever seemed to fit; a tight pair of jeans and a baggy polo that only seemed to fit around her... um... uppermost area.

Following the instructions to check for ID, the girl moved to retrieve some items from what she supposed was her room (considering she had woken up in there) Managing to find a few items that might be of some help in figuring out just who she was supposed to be, she returned to her spot in the hall. Glancing back into the room, she made a mental note to clean it up sometime, in case it really was her room. The clutter was starting to pile up in there..

Flipping open some journals, she unfortunately discovered that there were no entries made, but was at least satisfied to find more than one item with a name on it. Katherine Taylor? Was that her? It was as good as any other name, and would do for now, she supposed.

"Well there are weird ones talking about being in certain rooms at certain times and to be dressed appropriately and to have your gear with you. I guess one of us has a job like that. Then were are basic questions sent to someone else like if someone wants lunch or if they are done with work." He handed her the phone to look at and went to check around to see if he could spot anything else.

"Find anything?"

Waking that morning was slow and comfortable, the sort of comfort and relaxation only complete and total obliviousness could facilitate. It took him a while to wake because - with no obligations or worries - there was no need to. He didn’t know who he was, but in his sleep addled mind that wasn’t actually a major problem. His world was suddenly and brilliantly devoid of problems. It was a warm and fuzzy feeling, like the pinnacle of a night of drinking before you crested the dizzy wave into vomiting and blacking out. It was like a hangover but one where he didn’t feel like someone had just hit him with a bag of hammers just the muzzy sense of amnesia clinging from the day before.

In short, he felt great.

The feeling was gradually compounded by the slow realization as he stirred that there were too many limbs in the bed to belong to him entirely. He opened an eye and was both surprised and pleased to find that he was wound around a very handsome grizzled looking guy who if sensations were anything to go by was just as stark bollock naked as he was. This was already turning out to be a pretty ******** amazing morning. Or at least he guessed as much, it wasn’t like he had anything really to compare it to, all considered.

He didn’t want to get up. Instead he put his nose mere millimetres from his entwined bedfellow and said amicably “Hello there.”

Bill heard some jackass yelling outside about checking their ID and being gods. Rolling her eyes, she would have moved on, but the glint of his axe and the call for weapons had her creeping closer to the group. So far they all seemed somewhat harmless...and useless. So not necessarily a threat to her, but it was unlikely they'd be anything other than hindrances.

But maybe not...

Leaning against the building, Bill waited in the shadows and observed.