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Karma felt awkward about all of this. His eye lights shifting from a plain white glow to a shade of purple. His smile disappearing from his expression back into a more neutral expression.

Stop wasting our time. Zombies will die if they get in our way. Simple as that.

The pair of persnickity protestors run over to Masked Shadow and start marching in a circle around him, waving their signs and chanting. "Catch and restrain! From zombie killing abstain! Catch and restrain! From zombie killing abstain!"

"Your so.." she said "Braindead.. are we sure they arent zombies?" Shed turn her head to Hana

"Please cease this at once." He says.

"It seems like a very strange prank, and they look really committed to it if it is. The shuffly ones don't try to do anything to me, but I've seen and heard how they attack other people. I don't know if they do it to feed or to reproduce, but I know that they do it." She keeps her voice to a whisper and slowly pushes some food into her collarbone area. This evening is getting very confusing, but at least she made a friend.

They... do not cease. "One two three four! Zombie killing we abhore! Five six seven eight! Zombies we must liberate!"

"I don't think so," says Hana to Yelena, but slowly. Because Yelena has a point. "Zombies don't usually talk this much."

Shadow reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a sealed jar. He throws it to the ground, releasing a light purple gas - sleeping gas, to be exact. It seems that he is not affected by it.

"WHAT DO WE WANT?"
"Rights for zombies!"
"WHEN DO WE WANT THEM?"
"Nowwww AHHH!"
The man jumps back when the jar shatters, but the woman isn't quite fast enough and falls face first onto the ground. "HEY! He like, killed my sister, man!"

*glares coldly at the protesters* Do you all wish to die?

"No. She is asleep. Trina Lillys produce a gas capable of putting most living things asleep." He explains.

A rapid ticking, whirring, and mechanical groaning starts up somewhere and Dahlia's chest, and some bubbles start to slowly rise in her body. She shouts very, VERY loudly, not enough to hurt, but enough to make ears start ringing.

"Hey. HEY! STOP THAT. NO threatening to kill people. NO being mean or annoying on purpose. We're here to help each other, not fight! Stop it!"

Ophelia finally arrived, slowing her pace to a simple jog. She looked around at the party and the other partygoers and waved with a nervouseness.

"It appears that I've arrived... very, very late. Is anybody hurt?" She held a briefcase, a first aid kit, in her hands, a simple rabbit mask obscuring her face.

"No, no. Everyone is fine."

"Thank goodness. I'm grateful nobody's hurt. I'm rather happy I managed to get here. What is happening here?" She turned her attention to the Masked Shadow, tilting her head.

"A party, which I am trying to save from being crashed." He explains, turning his head towards the protestors.

"Like fun no one's hurt! This one here just knocked my sister out!"

"And she is unharmed." He says. "Plus, now she smells of lillies"

She nodded slowly, looking at the protestors and sighing remorsefully. "A shame... protesting at a peaceful gathering of survivors... The zombies were rather unfortunate souls." Ophelia lowered her briefcase to the ground and clasped her hands together in front of her, "Must there be such a racket?"