[b]"There he goes playing Rambo..."[/b] Nakamura nervously looked onwards as Yami fought through the horde towards the buses. Sure, it was easy for big bad Yami to power through the undead, but Nakamura had the muscle-mass of an ant and the courage of a mouse. He gazed out into the courtyard, calculating the best path possible through the horde. Nakamura couldn't dilly-dally for too long, though, as he needed to catch up to the sprinting Yami. 

Nakamura grabbed the rope and shot one last look at the group. He gave everyone a weak wave and an even weaker smile. [b]"Welp,[/b] he began with a slight crack in his voice. [b]"Guess it's time to go grab that bus. I'd suggest you sit tight, a big group would mean a bigger target, and I don't think I wanna see anyone here get killed just yet. We'll be back in a jiffy, so goodbye...[/b] Nakamura slid down the rope, the rough material burning his skin. 

As soon as he landed, a zombie shuffled his way and lunged. Nakamura stood his ground and extended the pocket knife's blade, jabbing it through the corpse's eye and reaching it's brain, presumably killing it. Groaning, Nakamura unsheathed the small blade from the zombie's eyes and grimaced at the now crimson blade. Nakamura then sidestepped another lunging zombie, then pushed him into a another one knocking them both down. [i] Thank god these guys are bumbling idiots. Imagine if these creeps were runners...[/i] Nakamura continued to sprint forward while forcibly shoving zombies aside. The stench was horrid, so terrible in fact that it caused Nakamura's eyes to tear up. Finally, he managed to catch a break in the crowd and was soon on Yami's trail.