"There might be clothes in here from the people who were in the middle of PE when all this happened," Minoru offered. "Guy's clothes, but they're usable. Besides, wearing a skirt has drawbacks. You wouldn't want to give the undead any fan-service, would you?" He knew better than to peek at someone with so many kills to her credit, but would she admit to having been bitten? Nobody does in movies, since it pretty much translates to 'please kill me'. Nobody wants that. However, not admitting it meant the victim was hoping for a cure or that the Hoodoo priest would loosen up and stop all the silliness, depending on what created the zombies. The obvious solution was to ask someone to examine her, but therein lay the problem once again. If she was adamant about not being checked, she had a sword and questionable resistance to using it.<br/><br/>The other guy seemed to be making a bid for leadership, as Minoru expected someone would. The way he looked around for objection, the way he said things about layouts with confidence. But he was wrong on at least one count. The problem wasn't that he didn't know where it came out, it was that he only said 'we need to look around'. Any given person in the room could have said that, but he had no plan about the execution. Maybe he was waiting for volunteers, maybe he was going to go do it himself with a Swiss Army knife and the stench of puberty. Still, his assumptions or better seemed sound enough for now, but there were faults with his plan. "They also probably lead to places we don't need to go. Those places, as well as the helpful ones, are also probably full of zombies and other survivors, who may or may not have let paranoia overtake them, and they're even more dangerous because they can use guns. At least, I hope only the living can use them. Sniper zombies sound like a real hassle. You're right, we will need to explore all these places, but not the way we are. We need more knowledge of the tunnels, we can't just pick random doors until we stumble upon safety. Also, I can't help but notice how easily that bat and flammable stuff-drenched shorts could be a torch. But of course, you wouldn't take one of those into a place used to house gas pipes. Why, if one of them were leaking, you'd fry yourself and anyone you brought with you. And that'd be just plain nutty. I'm certain there are flashlights around, probably in the janitor's closet." He said all this like an advisor, not a rebel. No point in trying to usurp the position he might have set for himself. If they began fighting among themselves, they would kill each other before the zombies even knew they were there. Besides, for all Minoru knew, he would be a good leader. The panic had just made him leave out some details.