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[i]Yukito's eyes were wide open. [/i] When Shoske pushed him back and took the punch for him, he cringed, staggering back. [color=skyblue]"Th-thanks... Are you okay...?"[/color] Instead, the other walked away, probably not hearing the glasses' quiet voice. Yukito gulped, a panicked expression on his face. There wasn't much he could do against the zombies, and definitely nothing he could do against Utaho (who was almost definitely extremely angry at him), or her white haired lackey. He quickly glanced at the recently killed girl's corpse, a shiver going down his spine. [color=skyblue]"I-I'm sorry... F-for saying that and for your friend..."[/color] The meek boy bowed his head, with his usual worried frown. Even though people were getting ready to go, Yukito hadn't even gotten through what was going on, not even Shingen dying. Stuck with these strangers in a zombie apocalypse also wouldn't be ideal; they probably didn't trust him. Maybe that was the main objective as of now, gain their trust. Another idea? Ditch them and go, but after thinking over the consequences, it probably wouldn't end out well. [color=skyblue]"I-I'm sure someone will find a cure, and no one will die to those [i]things[/i] anymore..."[/color]

Yukito backed away, and sat in one of the workshop chairs. The boy frantically tried to remember any of his parents' advice; to help him, give him hope, or even confidence that he would make it out alive. [color=gray][i]"You can always do it, just work hard. Too much relaxing will make you fail."[/i][/color] He just sat there, resting his weapons on his lap as he thought away. Occasionally, he took a look at the planning group, to see a time when he could contribute to it. [color=skyblue][i]"All I need to do is find Mi and Paneru, then all of us can go..."[/i][/color] He frowned, and bit his lip. If they were already dead, what was he going to do then...?

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