"Well, pardon me for getting here late. Is it me or does she seem horrifyingly used to beheading people," he asked the screamers, disturbingly nonchalantly, considering. Minoru followed the point of her weapon to find a body that looked to have had chunks torn out of it. His need to know overruled his disgust, making his only option to look at it. The revolted, judgmental groans and words of the others fell only upon their own ears. Minoru was finding new knowledge, which meant he was in his own world. The first thing he shoved out of this mindset was it's cause so many years ago. Sometimes he thought it seemed ungrateful. Without the option of learning presented to him, he would have turned out just like them.<br/><br/>But that was out, and only new information was allowed in. The wounds were definitely inflicted by something with teeth and a rounded mouth. Most animals no longer fit the bill. Too small or too large for most primates (except humans). Minoru found his hand starting to reach toward one of the victims for some closer examination. He hadn't asked it to, but he probably would have eventually. It moved forward as his nausea slowed but did not stop his hand. It was out of sheer luck that it forced him to withdraw it quickly just as the ex-corpse's hands reached up to ensnare him. She screamed with a raspy howl, lurching her torso upward despite many of her abdominal muscles being missing. The hall flooded with the screams of those whose life was not impossible.<br/><br/>Minoru did not indulge in such pedestrian reactions. Instead, though with a trace of panic, he clenched his hand over it's wet with blood throat and began punching it's face relentlessly. The force of his fists and of the tile floor meeting it from behind should have knocked her out many times over, but she didn't seem more than inconvenienced. Had he been less focused on this monster, he'd have seen the other victim revive, grab at someone's pants and pull herself up by them to the more substantial meats. Tired from the pummeling, Minoru stood, the zombie quickly following. Bad news, but usable. He grabbed it behind it's hair and smashed it face-first into a corner, splitting it open more than enough to wedge the front of the two hemispheres of the brain apart. It dropped for good, but Minoru didn't trust what 'should' kill someone anymore. He made a run for...elsewhere.