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[sup][h1][center][color=black] R H Y S  H A Y E S[/color]
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[center][sub]Interaction with [@Sadie], [@Vanny] and [@Qia][/sub][/center]
[indent]Rhys's attention became divided. The woman at the bar held onto the leg of a chair, and Rhys was half grateful she didn't pommel him with it when he approached. He must look like a mess, without his shirt, his pants and shoes wet and his eyes somewhat in a frenzy. She was looking to Rhys's right, and he angled his head to find the woman he was dragging along had slipped from his grip and pulled a tiki torch from the ground and actually [i]twirled[/i] it. The corners of his mouth pulled down in an impressed look as he tore his eyes off her and back toward the bar, where Delaney searched the bartender as if his entrails weren't decorating the bar like Christmas lights. A doctor, right, it wouldn't even phase her. But it phased him and his face contorted up in slight disgust at the smell that was already filling the air. 

She got back up and waved the keys in the air, and the man had a brief sigh of relief before he realised he didn't even know what to use the damn keys on. Still, it was one step forward as his eyes went back to the Japanese woman who joined them once more. The other woman decided to stick by them, too. Suddenly, they were a group of four and Rhys intended to keep it that way. He didn't know what the hell was happening, but he strengthened his resolve to not let anything happen to these three. However, two of them held weapons and would probably prove more useful than him and his saviour complex. Who was he to underestimate a woman? He looked at Delaney when she spoke, then at the woman with the tiki pole as she answered. Behind them, carnage continued happening and the anxiety of it skittered along his spine, like running up the stairs at night when you've turned off the light. Wherever the rooms were, they needed to move, and his gaze went to the hotel. Maybe behind the reception was a good place to start? 

Though, these zombies had to have come from somewhere, and he hoped they weren't going into the thick of it, instead of away from it.  He was thankful Delaney returned to him instead of being behind that bar, before letting his attention slide to the woman who claimed she knew where the staff rooms were. Who was he to doubt that? He nodded. [color=E59866]"By all means."[/color] he said, a grateful glint in his eyes as the group began to move. As he angled the bar, he spotted a knife used for slicing lemons and didn't waste time in palming the hilt and following the woman, taking Delaney along with him. He glanced over his shoulder, and noticed the Japanese woman was still following them. Looking forward once more, he prayed to God where they were headed would give them some form of shelter to figure this shit out. He wished he could say he still thought this was a prank, but he had held into that dead woman, had seen her advancing on him and snapping at him. There was no way in hell that wasn't real. And it chilled him to the bone. 

They removed themselves from the pool pavilion, but more people had the same idea as people yelled and ran and pushed them. He pulled Delaney closer and kept letting his eyes slide between the two other women as they picked up the pace. [color=E59866]"So where?"[/color] He asked, as curiosity got the best of him. He was more than content following the woman, but the reality was that if she got knocked out, he wouldn't know where to go. 
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