[b]"Yeah, we were out on the track and a large-"[/b]

That was not expected.

Howlite watched as one of the two boys pulled off some martial arts move and landed a solid kick directly into Ren's face. Of course, his friend feigned endurance towards the surprisingly well-placed kick and showed no signs of pain despite having done the opposite for when the zombie dug its nail into his arm. His thoughts began to circulate all across his mind as all of the possibilities laid out before him; would Ren turn into one of them? Was a scratch all it took for the infection to begin, or was a bite necessary?

At any rate, reality came back to him, and the situation that was about to unfold before Howlite was imminent. [b]"What the fuck is your problem, you retard?"[/b] he heard Ren bark from the wall and quickly walk over to the asshole, nearly butting heads with him before Howlite intervened and held him back from hurting him. [b]"There's zombies out there and you're gonna go around kicking people who are actually alive? Are you fucking nuts?"[/b]

Howlite shoved Ren back, though he did agree with his friend. [b]"Calm down, this isn't the time right now."[/b] he reasoned to the two of them, hearing a series of undead paws slamming against the door. [b]"Anyway, we have a solid group right here. We need to figure out how we're going to get out of here, preferably alive."[/b]