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This was silly now. These humans meant nothing to him. Though, as they opposed him out of pure instinct and fear, he took them out. If a fight is what they wanted, then he would give it as long as it meant he could continue his search. Most of the time he was batting them away like flies, mindless to the way they hit the walls around hard enough to stop their hearts. He had a girl to find. Though...as delightful as the thought of tearing her apart with his bare hands sounded, a weapon would have sufficed too. Maybe if he ran across one on the way.

Al Azif

Well, that had been a surprise. An entire swarm of zombies had burst out at the girl... but her tendency to be on guard appeared to have paid off, and the entire group was slaughtered when its members got within range of the deadly machete that Al Azif had had all kinds of practice with in the last few hours. She supposed it was a good start, though, at least. It was never good when too many zombies swarmed you, and a group of that size could have easily overwhelmed a survivor who wasn't prepared for that kind of thing. In her case, she was learning to be quite efficient at dispatching the dead, and Al nodded in satisfaction as she checked the bodies one more time, to be sure, then set off again. Time to see if there were any other zombie groups in the area that needed to be dispatched... although hopefully, if there were any more, they'd be smaller and much less of an issue. You never could tell, really, how things were going to go, so caution was definitely her best bet for now. And in the meantime, the girl was alone, with just her thoughts and the dead to keep her company.

Al Azif

The bodies of the rest of the swarm hit the ground as Al finished them off, unharmed by the attack that had come at her. It had been pretty close there, and they'd gotten off another chunk of her dress (now completely red below her chest), but she'd managed to eliminate all of them before they could turn her. Not a bad result, she supposed; a bit of her clothes in exchange for killing that many zombies? Justice found that to be a completely acceptable price, although part of her was still wishing her clothes weren't quite so ragged. They barely supplied her with any modesty at all, now, so maybe it was time to go looking for a change of clothes. Maybe she could loot one of the zombies' corpses or something... if they hadn't been torn up too badly. Hmm. Well, it was something to consider, she supposed, and the girl sat in an area she'd thoroughly cleared to rest for a moment and get her energy back before she went back on the hunt. You never knew when you were going to need your energy, after all, and it was always best to rest after a swarm, in the calm before the next storm.

Al Azif

With a motion that had been well-practiced by now, Al Azif swung her machete to the side to get some of the blood off of it before she used some cloth to clean it off. It was important to maintain her weapon, after all, and at least she'd managed to improvise something... a bunch of long strips of cloth that, while not suitable for use as bandages, still managed to do well enough for wrapping around her chest and the bottom area of her torso, including the tops of her legs. Even if her dress was totally ripped away (not a totally ridiculous scenario, considering how much the zombies had already taken from her), she could at least keep her modesty this way, and Al nodded in satisfaction as she returned to the hunt, cutting through her undead foes as she went. Even days into this, the flame of justice burned brightly inside her soul, and she intended to give its gift of vengeance to every undead opponent she could as she continued to hunt for better weapons and other supplies. What else could she do for now to try and resolve this situation...?