Yami scowled, stepping back a feet and crossing his arms. Did they not realize that an instinctive reaction to seeing two blood-covered vigilantes was to attack first and ask questions later? Of course not. [b]"Whatever."[/b] He said, turning away and flipping the ginger the bird behind his back. Childish, but honestly, he could find it in him to really care. There was a zombie invasion going on, and he really, really wanted to kill more of those things. While the first death was...scary, it grew on him, and he could honestly say, without a doubt, that killing things was quite the fun hobby. Not the healthiest...but whatever.

[b]"I can help with that."[/b] He grabbed the edge of the desk with one hand, while kicking the Emergency Exit door open again. One roundhouse throw later, and the desk was flying over the edge of the outside platform, exploding in a hail of wooden splinters once it made impact with a horde of zombies. "I have a rope. We can rappel down once we, as you say, 'survey that shit'." Yami reached into his backpack, grabbing the long spindle of rope he had found while hoarding items from the Principal's desk. He gave another glance at the others, standing in the threshold of the Emergency Exit.

[b]"Let's go!"[/b] Without a backwards look of confirmation, Yami thudded cautiously up the stairs, not even pausing to gasp as he casually yanked a zombie by the shirt, forcing it off the stairway and....splat. Onto concrete level.