The snapping sound and subsequent beating did little to help Lelouch's nausea, but beyond looking away from the scene, there was little he could do to block it all out. There were too many of them-- far too many of them, and if they waited here, their numbers would only grow-- for him to be able to relax even with his knight finally by his side. The town had all too quickly degenerated into pure chaos, and as what he could see in the store could only be a small taste of it-- but he couldn't panic now. He had to think of what move they should take next, even if the the smell and his fear of those rotting hands and the horrible, bloodstained maws each one of the zombies was sporting was--

He shifted closer to Suzaku unconsciously, eyes wide and horrified as he tried to take the scene in and evaluate the best way to get out of it. Where could they go? They could hardly stay here with how poorly defended this place was, but if they charged outside now-- "We need to arm ourselves," he said softly, eyes flitting between the-- zombies (did they have to use the z-word?) and the exit. "We won't survive long otherwise. Perhaps--" Perhaps what? With as many fruits and vegetables there were taking up space in the store, there wasn't exactly a wealth of convenient weaponry for them to choose from (unless they went the route that Spider had gone and decided to start flinging watermelons everywhere), but-- ah, of course.

He gestured towards the (former) butcher, swallowing convulsively as he took in the man's transformation. "There should be knives at least, but you--" What? It wasn't like Suzaku couldn't get past the man, but if he were hurt-- no, Suzaku could do it. Now was not the time to start doubting his knight's abilities, even if they were faced with hoards of undead that seemed to be gathering now solely for the purpose of impeding them. "Hurry."