<i>If we stay here, there is no guarantee the zombies will leave...</i>Ami went through the motions of brewing coffee, having had tons of practice over the years. Living alone has its benefits, but... in times like these, she really did wish she had a way of contacting her father. Maybe he was zombies already, chowing down on tasty brains and chewy bowels... Wrinkling her nose at that mental image, Ami twisted around, leaning back against the counter. "We stay here, aren't we sitting ducks?" she threw out there, tilting her head as she thought it over. "I agree, we shouldn't move away from useful supplies unless we absolutely gotta... thing is, we got no idea how these zombies... work, you know?" Feeling a little frustrated, Ami rubbed the back of her neck, trying to find a better way to put it. "What I mean is... there might not be much going through their heads, but shouldn't we get an idea of what they are capable of?"<br/><br/>Maybe Ami should have kept her big mouth shut. It sounds ridiculous, even to her. Zombies are just that: zombies. Her big question, though... is that how accurate are the horror movies? Do they use their eyes, or their ears to find their prey? Ami bit the corner of her lip, gaze averted as she played with these questions. Every shift of her hips caused the plaid shirt to strain across her breasts, revealing just a little bit more smooth, ivory skin as the seconds ticked by. A few pieces of dark red fell against her jawline, and a hand lifted in response, quickly tucking these threads behind an ear.<i>I shouldn't have said anything...</i>Feeling a bit... kinda, sorta, sheepish, not to mention embarrassed as hell, Ami turned to the coffeepot and poured herself a large cup.<br/><br/>Adding a bit of cream and sugar, Ami continued stirring it even as she dropped into a nearby armchair. A long leg went to cross over the other… and in doing so, the blue skirt went high, exposing a lot more ivory skin than before. Frustrated, her foot began tapping an impatient rhythm against her thigh. Purple could be seen under that blue fabric, which was obviously her panties… and a surprisingly endearing birthmark, right on the inside of her knee. “Look, I know it’s a risk, but… what are we going to do, once the power cuts off? Food runs out? We need to know how to evade the zombies, how to… how to…” Waving a hand to try and make her point clear, Ami groaned, letting her head fall back against the armchair. “Good job, Ami. You sound like a complete lunatic,” she grumbled under her breath, rolling her eyes while shaking her head.<br/><br/>Okay, there’s no doubt about it now: keeping quiet is the best answer. Ami tapped a finger against the mug, losing herself in thought for a moment before taking a sip. Question is… where do they go from here? Do they stay, or do they go? To be honest, she’d prefer depending on herself, but… their survival depends on relying one another. Her cheek resting against a fist, Ami glanced over in Khun’s direction… considering him with a thoughtful look in those dark blue eyes of hers. “If it’s a question of who will take that risk, I’ll be more than happy to do it.”