Worse comes to worse, Ami can always strike out on her own… but the way she is right now, it’d be best to wait. A few pieces of red tumbling forward, wild and free, Ami brought a hand up in order to brush the strands away. “Fine, fine,” she grumbled under her breath. “I get it, alright? I’ll play nice…. but the fact of the matter is, she’s right. We really can’t stick around, twiddling our thumbs. I understand that there’s food, water here… however… there’s also zombies<i>everywhere</i>. The faster we get out of here, the better.” Ami started pacing, fingers dancing to an impatient tune along first her thigh… and then her bicep, once she crossed her arms. Doing so caused the plaid shirt she salvaged to strain across her breasts, revealing quite a lot of ivory skin once again. It didn’t help that her skirt was short, too… but then again, it wasn’t her choice of fashion.<br/><br/>Maybe she can find a pair of jeans, or better yet, shorts, at some point or another. It’s not entirely impossible… Ami paused, taking a minute to sip at her coffee.<i>Bleh… Cold…</i>Wrinkling her nose, Ami set the mug aside, choosing to focus on more important things… such as, what the hell should she do next? From the looks of it, this… Khun guy has got it pretty together. A little too confident in himself, maybe, but he’s got an idea as to what needs to be done. For now, Ami should stick with him… until she can locate weapons, food, a place to stay. “I’ll be staying…” Ami spoke up, glancing over in his direction. “I don’t know about her, but I’ll stay… for now, anyway.” The light played along miles upon miles of long, slender leg… just barely touching on purple fabric as she bent over to fix her shoe. It’s a shame combat boots are against the dress code… otherwise, she’d be all over that.<br/><br/>“Okay, well… If you gonna leave, close the door behind you on the way out,” Ami threw out there, relaxing back against the counter and crossing one leg over the other. “We can’t have it left open for too long.” It goes without saying, but… whatever. Her dark blue eyes grew darker as she thought about what lies in their future, a thoughtful scowl pulling at her lips.<i>Seriously… We really can’t stay here. It’s nice and all, but… the school will only last for so long. I can salvage whatever may be useful, though… clothes, food, maybe a weapon or two… I really think we need to think about where to go next. We need a place that we can easily defend, that has walls, weapons… food…</i>Ami ran a hand through her hair, several more pieces of red falling about.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>“Th-The door is unlocked,” Renata managed past the lump in her throat, adjusting the grip on her knife. It isn’t much, but it’s all she has… and for now, she’s going to hold onto it with everything she has. Today, she’s had to kill people… men and women she used to know as friends, family even… and complete strangers. What possible difference could he make? No, his face will not haunt her… but the faces she knows like the back of her hand. “O-Open it… very slowly, don’t make any sudden moves… I’m… I’m warning you…” It’s a shame, but… Renata has seen men, robbing local convenient stores… threatening people who can’t defend themselves… This world has gone to hell, that’s all there is to it.<br/><br/>Her heart was racing too fast, pounding against the cage of bone in which it resides… almost like it was trying to escape. Renata wasn’t sure whether or not she can believe him. Yes, teamwork is best for survival… can she trust this man, though? A name tells her nothing about who he is. Though… Kaisuke does have a point… Being in the city is suicide. This… is going to spread, until everyone in the city is a zombie, walking aimlessly around… looking for their next meal. It’d be better to get out, before it gets that far out of hand… Torn, Renata shifted weight from one foot to the other, the white blouse she was wearing, torn and bloody, fall apart just a little bit more. The water offered was… an unexpected gift, but she accepted it regardless. “...Thank you…” Renata murmured, popping the cap and tilting her head back to take a few gulps.<br/><br/>“What… are you suggesting, exactly?” Renata asked at last, lifting her eyes. What little light there was reflected off striking pale green, and the uncertainty lurking in their depths. “I go with you? I appreciate the offer, I do… and normally, I’d agree in a heartbeat, but… how can I know that… if I do decide to go with you, I will remain safe? I know there is no guarantee, however… how can I know you won’t turn around and kill me the first opportunity you get? Besides… I plan on stopping by my apartment… I have a gun, bullets… to protect myself, I need those now more than ever… I can gather supplies, myself… I just… I have no idea who I can trust anymore…” Renata’s words faltered, tears stinging the back of her eyes as she went over it in her mind, how she killed her coworkers, one by one. Her hands will always be stained in their blood; how will she ever live past this moment? Will she ever be able to?