His lips twisted into a frown as he watched the scene slowly unfolding them before them. Taking the bike, he could understand; it really could come in handy along the way, too.<br/><br/>When the subject of food and the like comes up, Shine nods his head. "We could also search some of the apartments before we leave them tomorrow. Their's a good chance many occupants will be infected, and not at home. It'll be pretty hit or miss, but we might find dry goods in the pantries, and bottled water in the fridges. Plus, maybe we can find some more weapons. Bats and Kendo sticks are going to snap and break after a while. And if their are infected occupants home, then their shouldn't be too many, and killing them may end up being a god send to other survivors later on."<br/><br/>When the American looking man spoke about not coming with them, Shine became quiet. "C'mon, guys, hurry into the Carrier. We can't stay here any longer. I'll get in last." He would then turn his attention to watch Jason, as, even with the grim reaper coming after him, he decided he was going to fight to the very bitter end. That sort of courage and martyrdom is somewhat...touching, though the kid would never admit to it.<br/><br/>But, Shine did not watch because of that. Instead, he kept an eye on Jason, because if he turned, Shine had every intention of taking the principal's gun, which he still carried, and putting a bullet in his brain. Letting him turn and join the hungering horde was just plain wrong.