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"I would would shut up if I were you!" the elderly Keronian snapped. He turned to Nazozo.

"Step aside. I'll go in first," he told him. Nazozo nodded weakly as he stepped aside. The elderly keronian began to crawl into the vent.
If it wasn't an act of cowardice to hit an old man I swear to God I would -

I looked at Nazozo, or whoever. " Uh. You go. " It didn't occur to me that he was injured; I just didn't want to be next to that prune-faced bastard.
I saw them disappear into the vents, one by one. "I-I think that's them...." I sighed, hoping I was right. "We should look." I suggested to Oyuyu.
The two from earlier - the "familiar ones" - were still watching us. Irked, I tilted my head so that they would see I was looking at them, and glowered. If you're one of us, hurry the hell up. If you're bad, piss off.
"Huh? I-It is them!" I squealed with delight. "Come on!" I said happily.
I decided to follow quickly and kept an eye on the group to make sure the zombies wouldn't get them. Luckily, the zombies were preoccupied with something at the store they were at. Hm... I thought. I sighed and continued on.
I jumped into the vents with a flip. I saw shadows up ahead and called out "Ryuzeze! Nazozo! Dekuku!" I was so happy to see them.
When Nazozo arrived at the Security Room, he immediately sloutched down in the chair near the security cameras. The elderly Keronian was sitting up against a wall, reading the newspaper.

"I guess we should stay here until help arrives," Gyurara said. He looked around. "What's there to do here?"

"Nothing really," Nazozo replied. He eyed the elderly keronian and the newspaper. What information did this guy have?
Alright, apparently I don't exist.

I moved into the "security room" through the cramped little vent thing, looking around at the ... completely unimpressive scenery. " Wow, nice place you have here. "

The sarcasm was dripping.

I turned over to the old man. " Information. "
I peeked through the opening in the vent to the security room. I was trying to be unseen to make sure it was them, but miserably failed when I slipped and fell out onto the floor. I blacked out, thinking I was dead if there were just zombies in here.
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