Soubi took the offered hand and squeezed it tight, pulling Ritsuka out of 202 and across the hall to 203, "We lock ourselves in, we'll have an even harder time getting food. Water is easy enough, just melt the snow. But we've been struggling to get decent food ever since we got here."
The blonde pushed the door open and, not seeing any immediate signs of zombies, pulled Ritsuka inside before shutting the door and locking the deadbolt. "But locking ourselves away for a day or so, until we can figure out any sort of pattern to their activities, that we can probably do."
He released his Sacrifice's hand and headed across the living room, toward the remains of the kitchen, only to back pedal as he got to the door. A short, fat zombie was shambling out with a broken plate and heading to the rotted easy-chair in the corner.
"Maybe we should see if one of the others have a room that these things haven't invaded yet..." This time it was Soubi reaching for Ritsuka's hand.
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The blonde pushed the door open and, not seeing any immediate signs of zombies, pulled Ritsuka inside before shutting the door and locking the deadbolt. "But locking ourselves away for a day or so, until we can figure out any sort of pattern to their activities, that we can probably do."
He released his Sacrifice's hand and headed across the living room, toward the remains of the kitchen, only to back pedal as he got to the door. A short, fat zombie was shambling out with a broken plate and heading to the rotted easy-chair in the corner.
"Maybe we should see if one of the others have a room that these things haven't invaded yet..." This time it was Soubi reaching for Ritsuka's hand.