Zhayne would never look at the Mansion the same way, especially after everything that had happened. Not that it was apparent that he was disturbed by the deaths, shaken by the sudden drop in morale, and the fact that he himself was put into situations that legitimately threatened his livelihood. Overall, his spirit was exhausted from having to be so strong, and to bear the burden of being one of the few to survive the slaughter. It was harder to know that some of he faces he recognized would never be seen again, and so he found himself conflicted. Trying to figure out how best to live the rest of his life, while being mindful of the people who sacrificed themselves to save him and his friends. Thankfully, most of his close friends made it out alive, he could only hope that psychologically they weren't nearly as stressed as he was. His pearly black eyes stared at the ceiling for an undetermined amount of time, the abandoned kitten he found a few weeks ago purring in it's sleep was one of the only sounds filling the small room. He alternated between blinking slowly, and listening for any picayune sounds in the hallways with his ability. He could have been using any slew of innate animal attributes, it was to the point where he didn't care to identify it, he'd rather just bask in the dense silence.

He wouldn't blame anybody that had to suffer through that for wanting to simply remain in their rooms and clear their minds, solitude might as well have been the best remedy when dealing with something like this and then attempting to move on. What else could they do? It was almost as if having these abilities forced an automatic obligation to the circumstances, regardless of the moral complication. Or maybe it was just Zhayne who thought that, he'd never really know. He breathed out for a moment, having stayed in bed awake for 2 hours now, the thought of leaving the room hardly entered his mind, he was almost afraid that the events would reoccur if he opened that door. Surprisingly though, he felt safer here than anywhere else. His feet hung over the edge of his bed, he put a hand through his dreads pulling on the strands before scratching his scalp lightly. While the bunker accommodated as his new home, it certainly lacked the charm of the mansion. For a while though, it was easier to forget his sorrows than have to be reminded if they remained in what was left of the dorms. At the same time, his mind didn't want to dwell on his misfortunes for the rest of the day, and so he stood up and got around to the bathroom. The routine of washing his face, and brushing his teeth kicked in quickly. Afterwards, his thoughts would dwell on his phone, if anyone wanted to talk they could always call. Most of his outgoing calls in the last few days were directed towards Aaron, which he swore he saw him a day or two ago, swore he could feel his presence somewhere. Aaron was careful enough not to get himself killed, not as of the other mutants didn't, but Zhayne just seemed to prioritize Aaron because he knew him personally.

He hadn't returned any of his calls, and Zhayne was ultra worried, a part of him was apprehensive to know whether or not something happened to Aaron, what else was he to presume with no contact between the two? He walked out of the bathroom back towards his bed, and took up a fresh pair of clothing from what he could gather after the aftermath, luckily his room wasn't too tarnished, only to add to the fact that he hardly kept heavily significant personal items. It made him wonder just why he had chosen the bunker instead of the apartment, maybe he just trusted Beast's leadership than anyone else. Knowing his life was still in danger, he had to wonder whether or not it'd be better to forge a normal life, to leave, and mend his life separate from the X-Men. For now though, those thoughts would continue to be linger at the back at his mind, far more prevalent was the sudden rumble in his lower stomach. He was starving, and wasn't exactly sure of the last time he had eaten. He opened the door to the room, walking out , taking in the bunker air, which was a mixture of a stale stench of inactivity, and the newly added pheromones of the mutants who were housed down here. He would have described it as neither good or bad, from that he was able to sniff out the distinctive scent of Beast, and other mutants like Sarina (he was cautious in admitting that she smelled something akin to a scented candles, and picante or some sort.), and Jacob. That led him towards the Gym, or at least the corridor that put him there.

"Hey!"

He certainly heard that but he had no idea just where it came from, then came sounds of panic, and struggling. He looked everywhere but had yet to see anyone, till he dared to look up at the ceiling. A student was basically trapped to the ceiling, their body from what he could see was phasing through the bunker walls. From the looks of it, Zhayne probably couldn't do much about it,but get help. "Uh...just...stay there? I-I'll go get some help." He ran into the gymnasium only to find more trapped students sinking through the walls and floors of the bunker like it was quicksand. He had to wonder how long he'd be perfectly stable. He looked around to find Beast and Scattershot surveying the situation, while all he could really do was stare quizzically. He walked towards the small group, a bit bewildered but ready to do something. We aren't just gonna leave them like that are we?" he asked.