trans_9 | Medbay on Level One

Kazuya put up his hands, looking more than a little frustrated. "Fine. If you people want to just sit here and wait for the hordes to bust through that door--" Kazuya motioned to where there were already a couple of dents in the door they'd come through to punctuate the point. "--then by all means, do so. Anyone interested in fighting and staying alive, come with me."

Kazuya turns on Chopper and Peter, leveling an appraising eye at the medics. "The two of you better start making your choice fast. Lives are on the line. The people who decide to stay here are as good as dead anyway."

Peter went to stop Kazuya, quickly discovering his speed had left him. This was not good. At all. He tried once more, after shaking his legs out. No good. Finally, he just sprinted in front of Kazuya.

"No one... Is dying... On my watch..." Peter said, breathing heavily. "Not even you. So guard the door. Silently. And deal with the fact that there are two of us at least who care about the others enough to not let that happen." He was ennervated by this guy. He reminded Peter too much of his future self.

The amazing paramedic asked him, Tony Tony Chopper to look after Hinasaki!? He was surprised but was already keeping an eye on her - his doctor insticts already prompting him to.

Those guys were really scary! It made Chopper wish that he was together with the Straw Hat Pirates again who could make things safer for him. Not to mention he missed them.

"I-I'm already d-done!!" He said tugging on his backpack to show that he was ready.

If there was one thing Kazuya couldn't stand, it was someone getting in between him, and his goal. And, while Peter would be feeling a touch of unholy strength simply from being within proximity to Kazuya, it was Kazuya's skill with his own brand of martial arts that he was counting on.

"I said it once, and I'll say it again. I'm not standing here and letting hordes of the undead bust through the wall and rip us to shreds. I'm going out there, and finding some kind of other help. We've already established that there are others in here, but I'm not going to force anyone to come with me."

He stepped forward, glaring down at Peter, his red eye flaring dangerously. "So either step aside, or come with me. I do not tolerate anything standing in my way. And I have no qualms with doing away with morons who refuse to move."

He glanced over his shoulder, noticing Chopper's readiness to move. "Tony Chopper, was it? If you're coming, let's get moving. If need be, I can carry you. Hopefully we will find some others that have a better grasp on the concept of survival."

"We can hold this position. You go out there without back up and all you'll be is zombie lunch. We have medical supplies here and, more importantly, we have guns. We can fortify the wall and hold out until reinforcements come and they take out the source of the zombies."

Sima Yi, meanwhile, has gone back to where he was sitting, across the room from Kazuya. "Let me get this straight - you're suggesting leaving what, presently, is a perfectly secure and tenable position, battling our way through hundreds of flesh-eating corpses to get to whatever the hell that 'Vatican' place the rescue team was talking about is, and which itself may not remain secure for much longer, when we have barely a handful of actual combatants and this is the probable fallback position from the Vatican?" He'd been paying attention when Leon was giving orders - and were he in any shape for a pitched battle right now, he might have gone back to the Vatican with Worf's team. Right now, though, he'd decided that discretion was the better part of valor; the longer he could hang onto what remained of his sanity, the better.

Kazuya smirked over his shoulder at Sima Yi while waiting for Peter to move. "In a word? Yes. Those things are weak, and slow. If we take the offensive, our sheer momentum will be enough to stagger their already disorganized ranks, pushing them into each other. We just need to be fast, smart, and we can't just stand still."

"Weak and slow? Did you miss the huge ones out there? The one with claws. They're not all slow and weak. No one, and I mean no one, is going out there until we get the all clear or we have backup."

Peter wasn't moving. This guy was less than frightening in comparison to Arthur, much less Sylar. And, dislike aside, he couldn't let this guy wander off into death.

"And what if they're not all the kind of zombies that have to bite? I've seen a horror movie or two. The don't all work like that. For all we know, you touching the wrong one could make you into one of them." He shook his head. "You're being an ass, but not enough to where I'm going to let you go off for the slaughter."

How annoying. These people were content to just sit there and wait for their deaths. There was one last thing before he was going to simply move this man out of the way, and slaughter the rest of them if necessary. He was not going to simply sit around and wait for this to blow over.

"And what of the people in this Vatican? If their position is compromised, then they're dead. Plain and simple. Their numbers should be more than concentrated on going after the threat they know about. Leaving their rear wide open. And once their position is overrun, where do you think they'll head next? We'll have lost our only allies, as well as being surrounded."

He didn't want to give away too much of what he was capable of, just in case these people did make themselves into enemies, but Peter was giving him no choice. He lowered his voice to just barely above a whisper as he spoke to the self-styled 'mimic.'

"And you of all people, right now, should know very well that it would take more than a mere touch to make me into one of them."

"Despite their situation with the enemy - dire as it may be, if it's anything like what we've faced here - they were able to muster the resources to send out a successful rescue party for us. That suggests that they still have skilled warriors there, as well as commanders who can plan ahead. They aren't just a group of frightened civilians - which, by the way, is what the majority of our group here is comprised of." Including himself, loath as he'd be to admit it - he's been in a few battles before, but that's nowhere near enough for him to maintain his composure more than superficially in a situation like this. "Even supposing you knew where their positions were and there was anything you could do to help them, without a horse, you'd end up bogged down in the fighting, and probably surrounded and devoured before you'd even gotten halfway there."

"Look, out of everyone here, I'm the one who knows the most about zombies. And I don't care what the heck you are, but it's pretty obvious you're organic. And that mean if you go out there without any back-up, you are not coming back. Trust me." The Middleman said to Kazuya.

That earned a glare for Middleman. He had been told he wasn't going to be able to do things all his life. He had come to go out of his way to prove that he could do things when people said they were impossible. Besides, he'd had enough of simply standing around and waiting. He adjusted his gloves a bit before stepping around Peter.

"Fine, cowards. Just sit in here and wait for death to come to you. I shape my own future." And with that, Kazuya makes his way towards the exit, leaving medbay, and instantly throwing himself into the fray.

Chopper watched Kazuya walked away. He really wanted to pull that scary man back in... but he was too scary and Chopper didn't want to mess with him.

The reindeer thought that staying behind with everyone was a safer idea than leaving and finding zombies to kill. And if they were to come under attack, they'd need all the help they could get. For all his insecurities, Chopper knew deep down that he hold up his own in a fight.

"So.. what now?"

Miku exhaled through her mouth, at once chiding and annoyed. She sat up and pushed herself off the table. It made her wince a bit, but she was starting to get used to the pain again. It was like she'd been asleep for a long, long time.

Which was closer to the reality than she'd wished to consider. She watched Kazuya leave and felt a sick twist in her stomach, not helped at all by the silver-haired Kadaj's terrible insanity (there was no sane person, none, that sounded the way he did). She smiled again at Tony and Tess.

It worked a little better this time. "If we're going to stay in here, and there may be people, ah, arriving, is there anything we, well, I," she looked down at her small, laced together hands, Miku's voice small and unintimidating, "might be able to do to help? I... I don't have any medical training, but... I can organize and prepare." Very, very, very well, they would learn.

If Peter allowed her to, anyway.

"Great. You can help them. I'll be guarding the door since our friend left." Kawalsky walked right up to the door, holding his gun at the ready. "Don't worry about him. Either he can take care of himself like he says he can or he's got a death wish. We couldn't stop him either way."

Medbay on Level One

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