Yami narrowed his eyes at the girl, standing up from his rope-ladder and fixing her with an angry glare. "You really do not want to start with me. I'm dealing with a lot of internal stress right now, and I'd really like to crack open a girl's skull." Once he finished the rather...disturbing response, Yami turned away and grinned into the distance, staring out at the buses. "Let's go, Nakamura." He crouched down, tightening the muscles in his legs, whilst reaching into his pocket and grabbing his combat knife. The blade still had dried blood on it, so, not wanting to become a cannibal quite yet, Yami gripped the handle between his teeth and leaped off of his feet like springs.
"MMMPH!" The jump caused him to go flying off the edge, and on his way down Yami grabbed onto the rope, swinging around before finally letting go a few feet above the ground. As he fell, he wrapped his legs around the closest zombie's neck, the momentum of his fall allowing him to completely snap it half-way off as he landed. Ignoring the blood that coated his calves, Yami leaped up and spat his knife into his right hand, jerking it brutally through the second zombie's head. Another jerk caused a heavy spurt of blood to fly through the air, and Yami lunged forward once more, clotheslining two zombies and jumping, once more, into the air. His boots came down hard, crushing the two zombie's head like rotten tomatoes. The fourth, and last zombie that was close to the rope, lunged forward, tackling the boy onto the ground, but Yami was ready. He twisted his body around, ignoring the undead's useless attempts at bites, and began pummeling it's face with a scarred fist, not even pausing when he felt it's fore-head burst open.
"Don't trip. That shit's cheesy." He called back to Nakamura, stopping his brutal assault on the corpse. Panting, Yami stood up and made a fast dash for the bus, darting in between zombies and ignoring their clawed, groping hands.