Sage looked at her mask as well and shook her head. "Mines older than yours. The filters dont last as long," she replied. Pulling off her rucksack, she changed out the filters before glancing up at him. "Nothing life threatening for you or me," she said quietly. Her loosely, curled, pink hair was in a bit of a mess but it made her look cute. Setting her mask on top of her rucksack, she pulled off her left boot then rolled up her left pant leg. A black and blue circle shaped bruise had formed on the back of her well-defined calf.<br/><br/>It was obvious that she wasnt out of shape and she worked hard to keep it that way. The bruise had some tan lines in between each small black and blue bruise, outlining the shape of the zombie's teeth. Luckily, it hadnt broken skin so she wouldnt be infected. Sighing now that she had seen the damage done, she let her pant leg fall back down as she put her head against the dirt wall.<br/><br/>"What about you? You okay?" Sage asked quietly as she looked up at the oil lamp hanging from the roof. It was a pretty good size room with one bed and air-tight crates that held supplies for those who came here. There were two doors, the one they had just came from and another, but the other one was wooden and would lay the way through underground tunnels. But she only planned on using one of them to get back to the surface in a different area. She couldnt navigate the tunnels so they would have to be on the surface to figue out where they were.