Minoru's legs didn't wait for commands, they simply moved. For the first time in his recent life, or really any of it since early childhood, he was confused by what had just happened. Two people were eaten, seemingly by students. Some girl he knew enough to remember having seen her somewhere beheaded two others and then seemed calm if impatient about it. The eaten students were dead, then not and then one was again. His eyes twitched as he realized he had just kind of killed a person. She should have been dead anyway and it did attack him, but he killed it. It felt kind of strange, but not in a bad way, like when justification is....well, justified, like he had done a bad thing for the right reasons. What had he just killed anyway? No human had eyes that hollow yet filled with a lust. The still-rational side of his brain smirked at that choice of words. "<em>Just my luck. First time in way too long a girl looked at me with lust, and it was only desire to eat me.</em>" Perhaps he'd judged the sword girl a but rashly.<br/><br/>A human voice woke him from his sharp-minded haze, as he realized for the first time he was outside. Minoru turned to the source to find someone he knew somewhat more than the swordswoman. Not well enough to know by name, but he had her in a class and with her blue hair, it wasn't hard to remember her. He briefly wondered if that was why she made it that color. Before he could think about it, he was searching the nearby equipment shed for something to use. Whatever was happening was too new, so the shed was opened but hadn't been picked clean yet. Minoru grabbed a bat for later and hockey sticks for now, as well as a pair of ice skates. To think he used to consider the school's extensive sports department excessive and pointless.<br/><br/>Grabbing the sticks higher than regulation, Minoru hit the zombie swarm from the side close to the girl who was still alive or not one of them or whatever the case may turn out to be. He used the curved sticks to hook them by the necks and yank them out of the way. Jaws snapped close enough to be heard clearly but never close enough to be felt, thanks to luck and reflexes. "Come on," he called through a layer of about two of these things at the weakest point. "I can get you away from here, just push a couple aside!"