"Fine." He straightens fully upright, arms wrapped around his middle to alleviate the stinging of the lacerations down his chest and stomach. "Don't know where you think we should go. This place never lets me just leave."

He peers out into the hallway. Yep. Same hospital as always, corridors burned and darkened and crumbling with fire damage. Zombies were just the shit icing on the cake, really, even if he has no special fear of them. It's hard to be scared of shit like that when there's something there that can flay your mind past recognition.