[John is standing in front of the library, the doors wide open for now. Behind him there is a small stack of food, certainly enough to feed a few people for a couple of days, and the way things are organized makes it clear that he's still working on gathering more of it. His torch and breathing mask have been set down on a table near by, and his gun remains tucked away safely in his pocket.

When he speaks, it's with a clear, authoritative tone; not so much as one who is used to taking charge, but someone who is used to making decisions when no one else will]

As far as any of us know, we're stuck here for a while; until we figure out who's made the decision, none of us can go home. I've begun gathering food and other supplies, and have yet to encounter....anything in the library. You're free to stay here for as long as needed, and any information at all would be welcome.

The more of us that work together, the sooner we can go home.

[So. Luke has wandered out of Tear's watchful eyes and managed to get himself stuck in a very odd position. You see, Luke is currently in a tree. It is true that the zombies don't enter the forest but this particular tree has branches extending out past the border. There is a creature under the sturdy branch Luke has chosen to sit in, just wandering in circles and growling.

Luke stretches out over the tree and tries to shoo the thing away, his sword still in its sheath.]

J-Just go away! What the hell are you anyway? You look like you were human...

[He shudders and grips the branch.] I said go away, damn it!!

[And his shouting draws a couple more curious, hungry things.] How can you things even hear?! [With a huff, Luke sits back against the tree trunk, safe in his branch. He figures they'll wander off eventually.

Yes, he could just, you know, go into the forest. But he's busy thinking this is way too disturbing for words.] I want to go home... [He reaches back and grips his sword. He's debating fighting them but it isn't so easy to decide.]

[Sirkka looks like she just took a bath! In the bathhouse, no less. There may be creepy-crawlies around, but that doesn't mean she can skip out on hygiene. She draws a comb through her long hair methodically as she perches barefoot on the bar, wearing a purple silk yukata.]

It's rather quiet for a zombie apocalypse. Now I'm starting to worry.

[ooc: IMPORTANT NOTE IN THREADS. Your character will only be able to tell the truth when talking to Sirkka! Have fun guys.]