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Jason had no idea what had just happened as everything seemed to freeze up. Then once he could move again, the blonde man from before had wedged himself in between him and the woman, threatening her even.
He mentioned something about wanting to converse with Jason but the zombie didn't quite understand. Jason didn't really have any desire to speak to Dio or to anyone. Whether or not that was by choice or simply decomposition taking it's toll, no one could really be sure.
Picking himself up from where Jason had shoved him, Herbert fixed his jacket and made his way over to Zombina's side while glancing at Dio.
"What do you hope to gain from trying to converse with Jason? I thought I'd made it abundantly clear that he's not one to do much speaking. He'd much rather tear all of us limb from limb than give a fine how are you?" The scientist quipped as Jason glanced over at the beds. He didn't care one bit about Mark's return and seeing Yuna look under the beds made it seem as if there was something there that might be worth looking at. So, Jason slowly sheathed his machete and turned away from Dio who was free to continue to try to speak with Jason if he liked.
As he approached Mark's bed, Jason reached down to grip both sides of the bed and hurl it into the air with Mark still on it. Not that the serial killer gave much concern to Mark's safety. But he wanted to see what Yuna might have been looking for under there and maybe removing the bed might help.
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Under the beds, they'll find a small backpack, old and aged, lying on the ground. There was no doubt that it once belonged to an elementary school student by how it could've been all colorful if it wasn't for the passage of time slowly dusting it up. A slight weight could be felt upon picking up the backpack up, so something was inside... but what?
As for the desk, a journal was left there, and the small desk lamp luminated the area so it was easier to read. Though, what was inside the journal, it was something that they were bound to find out.
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Yuna got down on all fours to crawl under the bed when suddenly there wasn't a bed to crawl under anymore.
"...Huh?" After a second of confusion, she realized Jason had chucked the bed somewhere else entirely. "Oh no! There was someone on that bed, wasn't there?" She stood up and got on her toes, trying to look over to see if Mark was alright. No response yet. Hmm...
But then a backpack that was under the bed caught her eye. She picked it up and dusted it off. She had to wonder what was inside, but it was rude to peek in someone else's bag...
"Sorry," she apologized to whoever the owner was before opening it up.
Hazama simply picked up the journal to read it.
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"...Huh?" After a second of confusion, she realized Jason had chucked the bed somewhere else entirely. "Oh no! There was someone on that bed, wasn't there?" She stood up and got on her toes, trying to look over to see if Mark was alright. No response yet. Hmm...
But then a backpack that was under the bed caught her eye. She picked it up and dusted it off. She had to wonder what was inside, but it was rude to peek in someone else's bag...
"Sorry," she apologized to whoever the owner was before opening it up.
Hazama simply picked up the journal to read it.
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