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Music?Dekuku ran to the concert hall and positioned himself between Yoruru and the open door. Maybe I can kill whatever's inside by dodging a missile or grenade.

I looked worried, trapped in a zombie infested resort, with this dagger in hand...

Sounds like a bad movie...

I heard voices coming from the main plaza...

"... we'll go, 'k girls?" said a voice.

"Survivors? Wait for me!!" I screamed, not knowing it would attract unwanted attraction.

"Huh?" I heard another voice. It sounded sorta' familiar, but I couldn't put his finger on it. I held my newly owned guitar, ready to strike.

Paruru soared silently above the concert hall. I remember that a Pekoponian taught me to play the piano. Wait. Do I hear voices in there? And they're not the nerve-wrecking moaning of the zombies! Who else could be here?

She watched from a window on the roof and saw some Keronians there. I'll stay hidden for now. She flew up, staying out of sight.

I ran screaming towards the survivor group I saw, when I saw something in the air.

A guy with wings? I thought, I ignored it and ran straight for them. My dagger behind my back...

(Facepalm, Yoruru's a guy. He has those mechanic wings that Garuru has... unless your calling him a girl on purpose oAo;; )

Yoruru continued to chase after Dekuku.
Music hall... seems like there's more people there...
Yoruru stopped following Dekuku and flew a way for the moment. He hid behind a bush, waiting for all the survivors to gather around so he could eliminate them all at one strike.

Jayroro lifted her head suddenly, realizing something was wrong. "Hey. I think someone's out there for us. And I don't mean zombies. I mean....... a survivor." she whispered. "So keep your eyes out for anything suspicious."

hmm? He's hiding somewhere. I'll just wait here a little longer I guess. dekuku stayed where he was in front if the concert hall door.

"Alright. Are we ready?" Jayroro asked, scared to find out whether she would live or not. Whatever was to happen, she understood that she would stay with them until she died or until they got far enough from the zombies.

"All right... Let's go..." I said. I had to let the incoming zombie/survivor go, whatever I is. I tuned my guitar and grabbed an amplifier on the way out. As we left, I played one of my favorite songs on it, including "Welcome Home" by Coheed and Cambria.