The blue-haired girl hadn’t been in the tunnel long before she heard Strategist-kun’s voice coming from the end of the vent, calling out to her about… a walkie-talkie? Ah, a good idea! She grinned, scooting back a bit, while feeling around for the walkie-talkie, its bright green lights indicating its battery-life standing out amongst the darkness in the vent. It took her a couple of blind grabs, but eventually, the walkie-talkie was gripped in Saki’s hand, which made her feel a lot safer, to be honest. At least, if she was attacked by zombies in this vent, someone back at C Block would know.<br/><br/>“Hey, thanks!” Saki called down to him, waving as she set off for good this time. “I got the walkie-talkie just fine, so no worries! I’ll be sure to let you know if I find him or not!” Hopefully he would be willing to come back… but hell, Saki liked to think of herself as a pretty persuasive person. As she crawled through the vents, coated in dust and grime from these filthy tunnels, she could only wonder just what she’d say to make him come back. Maybe something like, ‘Hey, we could use all the help we can get,’ and just smile, would that work? She had a feeling it wouldn’t…<br/><br/>Finally, she reached the end of the vent, and — hey, was that Baseball Bat-kun over there, at the end? She tried to reach for him, but he was out of the vent by the time she arrived at the end, and could only peak down from the closed vent, trying to pry it open. As a soccer player, Saki’s legs might’ve been a force to reckon with, but her arm muscles were rather weak. If only she could open this thing, to get down from here…<br/><br/><em> “Who’s there?”</em>she heard the boy cry, and she sighed in relief, letting her face poke out from behind the vent’s barred door. “It’s, it’s me — I’m a human, see? Breathing and everyone, not devouring the flesh of my fellow humans.” That came out a lot more sarcastic that she wanted it to. Shaking her head, she muttered into the walkie-talkie, “Hey, Strategist-kun, I found Mr. Baseball Bat. I’m gonna see if he’ll come back… Wish me luck, hm?” Groaning at herself, she opened the vent’s door and jumped down, giving him a small smile.<br/><br/>“Sorry for kind of stalking you, but I wanted to ask, if, maybe you’d like to come back, to C Block?” She rubbed the back of her neck, laughing nervously. “We could really,<em>really</em>use your help over there, and I think you’d be a great asset for helping us to, well, stay alive.” God, this wasn’t coming out right…<br/><br/>“I know you and Strategist-kun had a fight, but, we’ve gotta work together if we wanna get out of this alive, don’t we? I think we’ll have a good chance if we go back, and work like a team, you know?” She eyed his baseball bat as she said this. “Kind of like soccer… or baseball, except we’re playing against, well, the undead.”<br/><br/>She held out her hand with an encouraging grin, as if to make a deal, hoping he’d come back.