"I only have my switchblade." Hmm, are the nerves in a zombies' body able to shut down? Nah, they're dead...wouldn't work. Oh well, old fashioned fighting it is! "Let's kick some zombie ass!"

Sebastian nods handing her his gun. "One second." He walks back to his car pulling out a riot gun. "Let's go then.." He says cocking it.

"Well, thanks... What's your name?" She weighed the gun and got a good grip on it. "Eh, not bad..." Hearing a slow step behind her, she butted the gun against it, knocking the dead guy over. Right in the nose. "Yes, let's get going."

Sebastian takes a shot, knocking a zombies head off. "Sebastian Castellanos." He says killing another one. "An you are?"

Katherine turns kicking one straight to the temple, an instant kill. Why waste bullets when you have knives, legs, and arms she thinks to herself. She pulls a few throwing knives out of her boot, throwing them into zombies, going for instant kills. She walks over taking them back out of the zombies, wiping the contents on the blade on one of the zombies clothes, sticking them back in her boot. Pulling one of her daggers out, she slices at a zombies throat, taking her anger out on them she had felt earlier today. She glances at the boy, her face blank, with a slight emotion in her eyes before going back to fighting the zombies.

"Caroline. Caroline Kythe." Grunting, she shoved a rolling table and knocked over one of the IV stands and trapped a zombie into the corner. "I'm outta this time. If I stay any longer, I'm gonna go nuts." There was nothing here she could do. Literally nothing. There were other towns that weren't completely affected by the virus.

Michael had taken down a few zombies before deciding he should save the rest of his bullets for a more desperate time. Recalling he had his dagger, he stabbed whatever undead forms he could see and aiming kicks in almost a clockwise manner. He could seller fire....but he didn't think anyone would like that, and anyways, he didn't feel like it.

Sebastian looks at her. "What do you mean?" He asks confused as he shoots the zombies inside trying to get them away from Leon since he was fading fast.

Katherine pulls out a different dagger with the other hand, stabbing one in the jugular. She had many weapons hid all over her, from her boots to her shoulders. It was the only way she felt protected. Contents of a zombie gets on her coat all the doctors wore. She slices and stabs at them as they come at her, seeming unending.

"Well, Sebastian, with all this 'zombie apocalypse' crap, what are we gonna do with our lives? Everything is havoc. I'm a paramedic. I can help people. What then? Are we gonna look for an antidote for this virus? I'm no use, man. I'm just another person. There's not much to me. The only thing that keeps me going is the fact I am able and well to help others in need. That's it." It was true. The world certainly looked like a hellhole; one so deep that it would never be filled.

Zombies were disgusting and revolting. Getting their entrails on yourself was gross. Michael managed to keep his clothes fairly clean and washed them when possible. The living weren't supposed mingle with the dead. Everyone knew that wasn't right. It was wrong in all aspects. He wanted to know why this happened. And stop it. This wasn't his world if it went on. As he pondered these thoughts, he almost lost his concentration in combat and narrowly dogged a zombie attempting to bite down on his neck. Michael grunted and elbowed the monster in the jaw, then cracking the butt of his gun against its' temple.