Thrillah~
Jim, with his baseball bat still clutched firmly in hand (and covered in gore by this point -- he's trying not to think of that part), bursts onto the upper level floors sometime around what would be dawn at home. This floor shows no indication of time passing; it's a dark night scene with fog drifting over the ground, which feels like dirt and is supporting several tombstones. A little further on it looks like the scene changes to a dark street.
"Hinata?" He calls softly, the same as he has on every floor. She has to be around here somewhere.
He won't think of the alternative.
When he takes a few steps in, he suddenly isn't thinking about much except the music coming through the speakers at all angles.
"What the--?" He mutters and takes a few more steps forward just as the zombies round a corner and start to shuffle toward him in movements that are decidedly more coordinated than any of the others he's seen so far.
It almost looks like... dancing?
"Hinata?" He calls softly, the same as he has on every floor. She has to be around here somewhere.
He won't think of the alternative.
When he takes a few steps in, he suddenly isn't thinking about much except the music coming through the speakers at all angles.
"What the--?" He mutters and takes a few more steps forward just as the zombies round a corner and start to shuffle toward him in movements that are decidedly more coordinated than any of the others he's seen so far.
It almost looks like... dancing?