Thread: High School of the Dead.

She squeezed his hand rather hard, he'd given her his hand as a means of helping her up but now she seemed to be clinging to it for comfort, he started no quarrel over the situation as to be frank the warm feeling of her hand was something soothing his mind and allowing him to focus, to take in his surroundings, to do what he does best. He closed his eyes for what seemed like a moment to do an entire minute of thinking, processing the world around him, 10 zombies advancing, the corridor behind them leading down to multiple classrooms and the workshop with lockers aligning the walls, the exit on the other side of the zombies out into the open world.. hmm.. what to do. It was a trick puzzle even for him but just as he was about to solve it he could feel a pull coming from the warmth of the hand wrapped around his. His eyes snapped open as Ami spoke out, he looked straight towards her those red curls of the small girl falling onto her pale skin as she turns pulling him towards a door, her sudden movement and sudden motion had caught him of guard, if he was focusing he could wrench Ami back into his arms with ease and return to thinking - but, alas he was not. She pulled him into the workshop and then slammed her own back against the door, his trail of thought was broken and he'd become agitated, shouting something unknown in a foreign language that wasn't English in frustration. He didn't shout out at her, regardless of his want, his pure desire to just yell at her, call her an idiot for what she'd just done.. But his mind flicked back to the altercation on the corridor when he'd called her an idiot before and how badly she took that one, she may be brash and not thinking before her actions but he'd rather have the company of her than the company of no one.. in a time like this anyway. He took a deep breath as she started to talk, babbling, he was barely listening he got a few of what she was saying as she lent against the door, he closed his eyes again, allowing him to open his mind allowing him to think and calculate the situation she'd put him in. They where pretty much trapped, smashing out of a window and dropping down wasn't smart, breaking a leg in a situation like this means your dead no ones going to carry a cripple around with them at this time, but they where no better in here, 10? 15? zombies advancing up the corridor outside the woodshop, they had no time to burst back out and run up and had no useful weapons and hell would they find anything significantly good in here, maybe some electric tools but those things aren't reliable. He needed more time, he needed a stall tactic, and the petite red head leaning against the door wasn't going to do much. Literally in sync with the smash of the window Khun was behind one of the heavy woodshop tables, the large wooden ones that looked like a thick panel of wood ontop of a thick block of wood with clamps on the side, god was it heavy and god did it strain him as he pushed it. The glass broke through and the hand reached in grasping at the red head Khun shared the room with, the fingers of the zombie grasping at her blouse, pulling the fabric away, showing a bit of lace to Khun.. almost enough for a distraction but not quite enough. Move, Ami! he yelled at her as he pushed the table in front of the door, blocking it firmly and denying any entry or exit from the room until it was moved... He took a deep breath, a really deep breath as he stood up straight his posture perfect and then he turned to face her, noticing the lace of her bra peaking out from the white fabric again, it caused a slightly darkening of his cheeks as normally if his eyes ever trailed off to a girls chest at school, which they often would like most men, he would only see the large blue ribbon of the school uniform, not the lace of a girls brassiere. He looked away slightly out of respect for her, he didn't want to be gawping at her tattered clothes. I just need some time to think, if you want to arm yourself Ami, do it. I don't really care. he paused for a moment turning to look at his hand squeezing his fingers into a fist before letting it go his mind trailing back to the warmth of Ami's hand. I'll get us out of this mess you put us in. he says mindlessly as he spoke what was truly on his mind despite his normal method of thinking through everything he said, the combination of the lace of her brassiere and the thought of the warmth of her hand was causing him to not be as calculated as usual, he didn't even realize he'd said it in time to apologize.