Why is this happening?! Renata plunged a knife deep into a zombie’s eye, nearly fainting on the spot as rotten blood drenched her hand, the smell filling her nose and making her stomach churn. Luckily it was enough, for the… thing collapsed onto the carpet, never to rise again. Panting, Renata wiped at her forehead, looking out through the window. It’s hard to say, but that may be the last one for now… which means she needs to get moving, otherwise be stuck in a cafe, where she has very few weapons at her disposal. Renata isn't much of a fighter, but there is no way she is going to… die at the hands of a zombie… or rather, the teeth.<br/><br/><i>I don't have much time.</i>Who knows if, no, when, she will attract others? Renata swallowed past the lump in her throat, heart racing fast as she bent down, yanking her knife out of the corpse. Thick strands of black blood dripped off the blade, and as much as she'd love to just... throw it far, far away... this isn't the time to be squeamish. Wild gold curls framing her features, the ponytail having lost control ages ago, Renata ran to the door, glancing out to the street. No zombies were in sight... then again, there was no people, either. Was that a good sign or a bad one? It's hard to say.<i>Down the road, there's a hardware store...</i>she realized, nibbling on her lip.<i>If I can get to it, I can find something better than a knife to defend myself with...</i><br/><br/>Her fingers curling tighter around the hilt, Renata drew in a deep breath to steady herself. In a pair of black shorts, a white, bloodied blouse, and an apron, hopefully she won’t attract too much attention. The two-inch heels she loved so much… well, she has to leave those behind. Holding onto what little courage she managed to muster up, Renata ran out onto the street… not daring to slow down any. If she does, who knows what will happen? Finally… Finally… Renata reached the hardware store, and half the battle over, the young woman hurried inside.<br/><br/>Luckily there was no zombies. In the back room, Renata dug around, looking for something, anything, worth holding onto. The door rattled… prompting her to turn quickly, and lift the knife. “Hey, you okay there? My name is Kaisuke. I am not one of these crazy walking dead,” he said through the door. “If you let me in, we can work together, and figure a way out of here, and I hope a way to somewhere safer.” Renata swallowed past the lump in her throat, and with her knife raised still, leaned forward to unlock the door. “You… You want to work together?” she asked, swallowing again.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>"I-I'm not-!" Mortified, pissed-off, and who knows what else, Ami stormed over, an innocent victim of the dark red blush spreading over her features once again. "I'm not his girlfriend! Let me get one thing clear," she continued on, pointing a finger at Jessica with a rather cute scowl. A dimple can be seen in her right cheek, and the light reflected off her dark blue eyes... making the pair ripple and shine, almost like the ocean at sunset. For special effect, there was just a touch of gold around the edges. "I was NOT getting naked. My shirt was practically ripped off by a zombie, there was just no point in wearing it anymore. Got it?" Believe it or not, it's the damn truth.<br/><br/>Ami just isn't that type of girl, plain and simple. Pieces of wavy, dark red falling forward to lay against her cheek, Ami huffed and brushed these aside, frustrated despite herself. Jessica may be right, she might be wrong. Her impression is this, though: Jessica is willing to do whatever it takes to survive, even jump into the line of fire... or rather, into the hungry hordes of zombies, guns blazing... and while that may be good, great, even... how far is she willing to go? What if that means throwing other people in, just to make sure she can get away? No, Ami isn't going to risk it. Flushing not quite so darkly at this point, Ami bent down, helping Khun up onto his feet again. Of course, this gave him a spectacular view of her breasts... not that it really mattered.<br/><br/>The world has gone to shit. What's a little thing like modesty?<br/><br/>Dark blue eyes glancing from one person to the next, Ami shook her head after a minute or two… just lost for words. “‘I’m the one in charge?’” she repeated, lifting a brow. “Are you kidding me? No one is in charge. There are<i>zombies</i>out there, eating people, and you’re worried about who is in charge? You’ve got to be kidding me! It doesn’t matter! We have to survive, one way or another. That’s all this is about. If you plan on shooting every last zombie without thinking first, that isn’t my problem. I’d love to do that myself, but I have to think about other things, like… ‘where I’m going to find more weapons’? ‘Where will I sleep for the night’? ‘What about food’?”<br/><br/>Frowning, Ami crossed her arms beneath her breasts… a finger tapping an impatient rhythm on her bicep. More ivory skin was exposed, through the plaid shirt… underneath that poor, torn-up skirt of hers, and everywhere else. “Right now, the zombies are here… waiting for us to make a mistake,” Ami pointed out, gesturing towards the door. “Khun has a point… but you do, too, Jessica. We can’t sit around, doing nothing. I say we wait, gauge the situation. The zombies should lose interest after a day or two… and by then, we’d have a good idea of where we should head next. How does that sound?” Ami looked to Khun, lifting a brow and waiting for him to object or… point out what a fucking stupid idea it was, or something.