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He awoke with a strange sense of contentment that didn't seem to fit right, like a good night's sleep should be accompanied more than just a feeling of restfulness upon waking. He also realized, after spending a moment just enjoying the feeling of resting in a comfortable bed, that he had no idea where he was--and, worse, who he was.

Must have been one hell of a bender, he thought to himself, inexplicably expecting a reaction and oddly disappointed when it didn't come. He didn't feel hung over, though. He knew that he should, by rights, be completely freaked out by now, but instead he felt completely at peace. He could roll with this.

First things first: he should probably find some pants, because he was pretty sure that wherever he was, wandering around in just boxers was Not Okay. He reluctantly rolled out of bed, pausing at the edge as he heard a faint, metallic jingle. He looked down to see a set of dog tags hanging around his neck. Well, that would certainly make things easier.

A quick inspection of the tags indicated that his name was Roberts, Evan, and that he was--or had once been--a member of the United State Marine Corps. Was this a military installation, then? Evan stood and looked around the unfamiliar room, which was sparsely furnished and neat as a pin. A look inside the drawers revealed tactical pants and t-shirts, and he got dressed before lacing up a pair of well-worn combat boots and, after a moment of deliberation, a white coat that he found hanging in the closet before he ventured out of the room.

Evan found himself in the middle of a long hallway that seemed to stretch on forever in either direction. As he tried to decide which way to go, he heard voices coming from one end of the hall. He hesitated as he tried to decide whether or not to track them down. On the one hand, they could be the people who put him here; on the other hand, they might also know why he couldn't seem to remember anything.

Well, what's the worst that could possibly happen, right?

Sin was walking around, with no particular destination in mind. It was here that he came across this face down hunter. "Man, are you still alive?" He crouched down on his knees, poking the hunter's cheek.

"I'd hate for you to get stepped on.." Sin thought to himself because y'know, an unconscious body was always a hindrance. He pulled Dwight up and propped him against the wall. "Man, people are heavy.." First was that hunter he pulled out of the ocean, and now this.

"Oiiii- still alive?" He shook the hunter by their shoulders.

Eva grumbled as she rolled over her in bed, trying to settle in more comfortably as the buzz of voices from outside broke through her sleep. Her eyelids fluttered for a moment before they finally slid up, half-lidded as she pushed herself up on her elbows. "Geez, what's with all the noise? What time is it? Wh--"

She cut herself off suddenly as a wave of unease washed over her, her drowsiness dispersing almost immediately as she suddenly jumped out of her bed. Or...well, if it could be called her bed--she had never seen it before, after all. In fact, nothing here looked familiar. Not the room itself, or the plushies scattered throughout the room (why were there so many!?), or even the clothing that that been haphazardly tossed on the chair by her bedside. From how the scene appeared, it looked as if she had changed out of said clothing the night before and then slid into the bed, but why couldn't she remember any of this?

The greatest shock, however, was definitely when realized that she had no idea who she was. Not her name, or her age, or anything, a fact that sent her heart racing in panic and confusion. Had she been in an accident? Was this a hospital? It wasn't even until she (hesitantly) stepped up to the full length mirror in the room did she find out what she looked like, and the face that stared back at her was just as foreign as everything else was. Pressing her lips into a thin line, Eva took a moment to take in her appearance before glancing back towards her door. There were voices, quite a few of them in fact. If there were other people here, then surely at least one of them could explain to her what had happened, right?

Haphazardly throwing on a simple dress she had found in the dresser, Eva hurried out to join the others in hope for some answers.

Sin was relieved to see the male hunter open his eyes. However, his next words weren't so welcome. What the hell was he sprouting in his newly awoken state? Nevermind that Sin hadn't done anything but carry him over to the wall (very much like a sack of rice, not as a proper human being) but was that really the first thing to ask a stranger - "..Er- I think you have the wrong.." Sin's first inclination was to refuse. But when he actually thought about it, it seemed that they both lacked their memories. What if they weren't in fact strangers but actually lovers? What if he had a basis for asking that sort of question?! Or was it something in between -- friends, comrades, enemy -- In that case, he couldn't answer with a definite refusal.

That and he had nothing against homosexuality. All beautiful people, whether they were boys or girls, he welcomed them. He couldn't even rely on a moral compass to tell him. "M-maybe we broke up..?" There was definitely an aversion of his face, he really could not tell what the truth was, what was he supposed to do in this scenario. Er... this was not what he intended when he dragged this dude to safety.

Although Harrison couldn't know it, it wasn't the first time this had happened.

During the trials, he'd woken up to a desk and a set of life-threatening ultimatums.

It was more difficult to be a hardass when he woke up to a memory foam pillow and some guy giving him a sleepy smile.

"Hi," he returned. He rolled over, looking at the unfamiliar ceiling, then sat up and rubbed his eyes. All he was drawing was blanks. But the walls weren't lined with anything remotely threatening. The whole room was pretty ******** normal. Bookshelves. Bathroom. Closet.

"Uh. This is going to sound weird," Harrison admitted reluctantly, "but I don't remember s**t from last night."

He didn't remember s**t from any night. But it didn't hurt to start small. No reason to lay all his cards out on the table. He rubbed his scalp with one hand, looking for lumps. Things he knew: He was a guy (check). He was white (probably). He and the guy he was in bed with were both ******** gym bunnies. And at some point, he noted, he'd gotten into a fight with a lumber mill and lost.

He resisted the urge to facepalm at his own foolish actions. What had he done? He was not good with crying kids. Sin had definitely said something wrong. He wasn't prepared for this but he should have when he answered with that dicey answer. "Uh.." Sin, try to think of something good to say, he berated himself. Rubbing a hand over his face, he was exhausted already. It was not a good thing to be making other hunters cry.

"Jeez!" He gave up. He knew one thing, even without his memories. "I'm not so heartless to leave somebody for dead, okay? It doesn't matter if you're a friend, enemy, or ex-boyfriend."

"So wipe your face." He offered a clean handkerchief to the his supposed ex-boyfriend to wipe his tears. Patting his head, like when you comforted a child, he continued "Not all is a lost cause, okay?" It was referring to their er- relationship.. if you could call it that. He needed to say something to put this guy back into commission since it was his fault in the first place.

"So cheer up, all right?"

The tears stopped but the blush remained as he basically swooned. Obviously he had good taste because this guy was a total dreamboat bravely sailing the seas of Epic Chivalry. Sniffling, he took the handkerchief, sniffed it, sighed a bit at how nice it smelled, and then began wiping the tears from his face. "S-sorry, I don't know what came over me."

He gave the other man a daring stare, as if to say, it was you.

"Where do you think we should go from here?"

Sin gave him a raise of an eyebrow in return, as if to say, don't go there because we don't have time for this.

He contemplated the answer to the other's question for a bit. "We should-" His words were cut off by the abrupt sirens, as well as the unexpected announcement. "Oh hell." All right, he didn't care what memories he had but he was in a s**t hole because Sin was positively sure zombies did not normally exist in any reality. "What the hell is this place? With the interior, it should be either a hospital or asylum. But apparently it's neither because we housed -- let me clarify this -- zombies? " He also directed to the fellow hunter, dumbfounded in bewilderment. He pulled his fingers through his hair in exasperation, a few locks falling across his forehead as bangs. It sounded like some bad horror movie.

He pushed himself to a standing position to survey his surroundings."The first thing to do.. I guess.. would be to look for a weapon?" He had confidence in his physical skills, but against zombies, it was entirely too dangerous. Those things never worked in the movie. He rummaged in a nearby room (not quite sure if it was his or somebody else's but that was a different story) while keeping the other hunter in view.

Over his shoulder, he spoke to the hunter, "In the movies, you're the type that dies first." A blushing maiden if one had to describe him, "Save me all the trouble -- either stick to my side or call me for help when you need to. Because dying or becoming a zombie would be pretty shitty, wouldn't it, princess?" The last word was said with a bit of a joking smile. He pulled out a metal aluminum bat, successful in the scavenge. "A little baseball with zombies?" Wouldn't that be fun?