Not this again.
Kurogane's eyebrows twitched at the random insult, but he didn't even bother giving Aki a glance, keeping his steady pace, until he stopped only a few seconds later. The four zombies were still quite a bit away, he estimating that they were eight or so meters away from his current position, give or take a few feet, and they were slowly, but surely shambling and stumbling forward. Five of these...monsters wouldn't be a challenge. He had planned on using the railings, kicking and throwing them off with enough speed so that they wouldn't be able to bite or scratch him - yes, he had seen the zombie movies and shows, and as stereotypical as it may be...these were walking corpses. Zombies. A bite would end him; Hell, even a scratch had the possibility of ending his life, due to infection and the invasion of diseased bacteria. As the thoughts went through his mind, Kurogane sighed mentally, walking forward once more.
"Distract them."Dust shifted as the boy suddenly sprinted forward at a speed that would leave even professional runners in shock. His footsteps were silent, even as he smoothly rolled over a large Air Conditioning Unit and landed, in a spring-ready crouch, a few feet away from the group. Up close, they stank...horrendously. He felt his gag reflex acting up, and utilizing his training, Kurogane cleared his mind, his eyes gaining their usual cold, distant look as he gripped his bokken by the blade, the sturdy, leather-wrapped hilt being the 'bludgeoning' tool for the moment. The zombies hadn't noticed him; they seemed confused, by his scent, and the group of flesh-bags only a little ways away.
Standing fully, Kurogane rose a fist - the signal for the distraction. If it succeeded, he could easily dash in and take them all out admist their confusion.
If this slacker, Aki, could actually be smart enough for a legitimate distraction...not banging his head on the railing to make them move faster towards his damn sister.