tl;dr: A bunch of kids are stuck in an apartment room, the hallway outside surrounded by zombies. They tried to pull off a "Left 4 Dead" but end up getting stuck inside. Anyone care to evacuate them? (May it also be noted they're technologically blind, so they don't know how to use kitchen equipment to cook for themselves, etc. WHAT IS A TOASTER??) God bless these kids.

Note: All four will be tagging you! (On separate threads for speed.)

[ Why hello there strangers! What a beautiful day to be locked inside of a room with a bunch of people, right?

Wrong.

The image flickers to a face unknown from this world, and from the looks of it this boy does not seem happy. His lips are pressed together; eyes knitted into a glare while still trying to retain his normal and proper composure. ]

I need to know how I was brought here— there has to be a way out! [ His voice was rushed, and concern was clear upon blemished features. ] What... is this place?

[ The question was addressed not only the device in his hands, but also the various array of people that accompanied him. This prince was Not Pleased.

Also he may or may not be trying to leave the room. ] If anyone were to provide answers to this situation, it will be greatly appreciated.

[ Thankfully, the other people— a bunch of kids really, one of those kids immediately secure the uneasy prince before he decides to rush out to the hallway full of zombies. The shortest kid, Aladdin, gives him a huff very close to a pout. ]

Hakuryuu, we already told you! There's no way out yet. I'm sure everyone is working on it, so... A-anyway, this isn't the time for that!

( BUT WAIT there's more )

[ Feed clicks on to a young man with an ostentatious ring on his visible right hand. His expression is placid, but there's a line around his brows and a smudge of dirt on his cheek. ]

Aaah, well this place is certainly something, isn't it? To think I thought I'd seen the weirdest things the world had to offer. My name is Haruto Souma, and I have two questions, if you'd be so kind! First, these undead creatures, formerly human and, well, otherwise--are they safe to kill, or should I continue just, ah, restraining them? Is there a difference between the animal ones and the human ones? I only arrived recently, I'm not sure if this is a regular event, or if there's some kind of procedure you guys have in place for these things.

[ The camera shifts, and there's at least three or four zombified woodland creatures huddled up and bound by a magic circle and several magic chains. Haruto looks unperturbed by the condition of the rotting, living animals. ]

If I do have to keep them locked up, is there someone I can, well, deliver them to? Or a way for someone to come pick them up, preferably, my spell isn't exactly portable.

Ah, and second--is there a place to get good doughnuts around here?

[ Zombie problem or not, there are important questions to be answered here, you understand. He smiles, as if it's not an out-of-place question. ]

In accordance to an agreement I made with a certain gentleman upon my arrival 4 months ago, I do believe I'm entitled to some, ah... undead affection. And while I don't mean that attractively pale dead man with the glowing eyes, let it be said that I certainly wouldn't be opposed to that, as well!

But here I'm faced with a dilemma. I haven't heard from this charming corpse in quite some time — do you think I ought to look him up and remind him? Or shall I assume that he's a cadaver of his word and await his making good on our deal in his own time?

[ with a definite smirk in his voice here: ] Or perhaps this much will prove enough to spark a little reminder, hmm?

[There is not much that outright startles Utena nowadays — she's fairly accustomed to the unusual and bizarre (and more importantly, used to rationalizing it), but the weeks since her arrival in this place have been a trial by fire, so to speak.

But she's adjusted, the best she can, and so when her comm device video flickers on, she looks to be in good spirits, all things considered. That is, if her viewers can actually see her. The video appears to be moving erratically. Often, Utena dips out of sight, only to be seen again. It's at an odd angle too, as if the device has been set on the ground, and is tilted slightly to the side.

It probably has a lot to do with the fact that she's doing lunges. In her assigned room. It's not a lot of space, but apparently she's making due. She stops long enough to address her (assumed) audience.]

Hi, everyone. [The device is lifted, and for a moment there's nothing but flashes of bright pink hair before her face appears — friendly, but a little tired.] I've met some of you already, but I haven't said hello on this thing yet. There's a lot of people listening to this, right? Um, I guess not everyone's "people," though, so maybe that's not the right word. Is it rude to say "people" then? If there's a better word, I want to know it. [She frowns, befuddled. Interspecies communication is a new thing for her, obviously.] My name's Tenjou Utena — er, Utena Tenjou. That's the order most of you would say it in. I'm from Japan; is anyone else from there? Or...er...Earth? I've been here for weeks now, and I'm still sorta getting used to this place. Those monsters from before...I've never seen anything like that.

[She looks troubled and shifts into a contemplative silence, but something else comes to mind that makes her brighten up.] I'm pretty glad it's over. Say, is there anything to do around here besides training? Does anyone play a sport?

[A sigh. She stretches an arm behind her head.] I could really go for a basketball game...or baseball.

[The feed displays a young, red haired woman in armor with a sword clutched firmly in her hand. From the angle of the shot it's clear she isn't filming this herself, having handed the communicator to a bystander.

There are just over half a dozen scaly dog-like creatures attacking her but she fends them off with well-timed parries and strikes. Despite the skill she displays, her labored breathing and numerous bruises make it plain to see that she's pushing herself.

She drops to one knee but doesn't take her eyes off of the beasts circling her. Gold light surrounds her left hand and a second sword appears in her grasp.]

My Magic hasn't recovered yet...

[She forces herself to her feet, turning to face the person holding her device.]

GO! RUN!

[The device drops to the ground, the cameraman having fled the scene. The sky is the only thing visible but the sounds of frantic battle can be clearly heard.]