[The sound of footsteps, the rustle of a plastic bag filled with small cartons of strawberry milk and ramen.]
That should be enough to last for awhil--
[A pause. There's a faint sound of moaning. Zombie moaning and their slow, rotting footsteps. Sick.]
The zombies. This is familiar.
[a rustle, and Tatsuma notices that his communicator is turned on.]
Sorry. We have a zombie proble--
[he stops in mid-sentence to kick a zombie in the face]
Problem. Please be careful. There might be a demon on the loose. I need to get back to the apartment...
[ooc; Action post for those nearby, and voice post for those over the network. In relation to
this. The zombies have landed.]