Okoma nodded seriously, only pausing once to grab what seemed to be a lead pipe off of the ground, near a luggage cart. Couldn't have too many things to wack heads with. Storing it in his bag, Okoma headed in a slow gait towards the entrance of the resort, the sunlight streaming through the dark, grimy glass door. With a broad shoulder he slammed it into the door, slamming it open and revealing them to the outside world. He couldn't enjoy the scenery, however, as his gaze was quickly zoomed in on a zombie, eating the dead carcass of a female maid. Eyes steeled with resolve, Okoma darted forward, slamming his heel against it's head...once...twice. It didn't get up. "Fucking parasites."