Ginger was thrust to the floor, his face wrinkled in disgust. He had no idea what sort of things were left on the floor from those wretched zombies. "Ack, Jack, come on." He said, prying Jack's arm from him. "You'll be fine." He said as he wiggled from Jack's grasp, pulling himself up. The mansion was so quiet, but to Ginger it was comforting to only hear the voices of them instead of any groaning of the undead. Ginger offered a hand to help Jack up, nose winkling at the bloody mess. he had no idea how the other people simply ignored it, it made him nervous how brutal they were.