Ezekiel slowly rose to his feet. Oddly enough, the loud french suicide guy took the lead. He didn't mind either way, so he made his way down the stairs and joined him, trying to avoid eye contact. He expected it to be hard to move all of these strangers together, but even a small group was better than nothing.

However, being so close to the gym door, the facility suddenly looked hostile to him. He looked around the gym for something metallic that's easy to conceal - the benchpress bar was obviously out of the question.