Zane Riddle
Apparently the feelings on people getting killed was not what the others were thinking about, or of course they could have been like Zane and preferred not to speak about it. He noticed something right off the bat though, the man who he had been assuming was either crazy or a drug addict was now rolling a pull bottle in his hand. While it was a bit disconcerting to have the man he thought to be off his rocker rolling around a bottle of pills at least they looked prescription, maybe they were for a reason other than numbing him, for now he would believe so, let himself believe that this man wasn't a danger and would actually be some sort of a help in what he was sure would be a very hard mission. Besides, at this point he was seeing this as a very low chance of success, especially since they had lost so many already. One girl, Five seemed to be in a slight panic to which the man Ark decided to try his hand at calming her down. He seemed to be trying to keep things moving though and he turned to Zane, "You seem to know where your going, we're ready to get a move on, can you lead us there?" He just looked at the man a sighed lightly, "I don't know..." he said simply, really not sure if he could get them there or not. He didn't really want this responsibility, not that he wouldn't take it but thinking about leading this group of people in this situation wasn't exactly exciting, he could be getting them killed with something he thought they could handle but couldn't. He was use to working with trained soldiers, if they screwed up it was there fault, if he sent these people in and they died... It was his.
He was snapped out of his little panicked daze by a sound like a pipe being ripped out of the wall, an odd sound that sent him a bit on alert. He turned quickly and was happy to see that it was just one of the girls, Five, getting herself a weapon. That was good, everyone would need a weapon, the weaker ones even more so than they more experienced people. If one of the creatures came for them it could mean the difference between life or death, not to mention it could save anyone if they all had a weapon. Even Zane with all of his combat experience knew it wasn't impossible that he would be knocked down and if that happened he hoped the person near him would be able to strike at the creature. Then he heard something that really pissed him off, the man Ark decided to get on his bad side. "Good job finding that pipe, that would be good for fighting those things with. Now you found it so its yours, but.... I was wondering if you would trade that for my coffee thermos. Its full so it has good weight, but I really like that pipe and I think I could put it to better use than you. If you let me have it, you can just stick close and i will beat the tar out of anything that tries to get near us, so its a win win situation for you, you won't even get those thing's blood on you." He just shot a glance over in his direction, was that a joke? He was trying to take a weapon away from the girl because he thought he could put it to better use? Zane hated guys like that, was he going to do that for other things as well? No, that was not about to happen, he was not about to pressure her out of giving up her weapon.
Luckily he wasn't the only one who felt that way about it, Yurichi "Everyone here needs a weapon, just in case they get separated somehow..." "Which goes for that girl to Ark, she can't just rely on you. It will kill her." Zane nodded and spoke so everyone could hear but he directed the comment at Ark, "It is correct that everyone needs a weapon but those who are not ex-military or have no combat experience need the weapons even more... If they do not have a weapon they will die, I know it may sound arrogant but I have a much better chance unarmed than most, as do I assume you do Ark. Besides, I can't handle more than one of those things at a time from what I have seen... We can't assume we will be protecting them at all times." he said before turning away and walking out of the room at the other side, he was ready to go but that wasn't why he left, he needed a smoke, he was shaking a bit, nerves getting the better of him finally. He was blaming it on the lack of nicotine but it was really because this situation was damn hard to handle. He pulled the half of that cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lit it quickly, taking a deep inhalation of the calming smoke. As he let his body relax a bit as the substance was taken into his body he looked around the hallway he found himself in. It was the same as the other hallway and that meant the rest would probably be the same. No dead bodies... Just blood and drag marks that lead to the ventilation system. It seemed only that one room was full of bodies, maybe that happened because people tried holding out there which could mean they would find such rooms again but still, it was more daunting to not see bodies... He couldn't help but wonder where all the passengers had gone, so many explanations coming to mind, none of them good. He walked down the hall a way, not even half way before he stopped and just leaned against the wall, this was stressful, he had to stay strong, if he didn't he couldn't expect the others to and he needed everyone to be strong at this point.