[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]The man was starting to regain consciousness, although only slightly. His eyes simply stared blankly into space, although Penny could tell that the whole world was spinning to him. She had felt the same way when she had woken up just half an hour ago. But this other was alive, which meant he wouldn't be savaged by these zombies. Not now at least. There was no telling whether they'd run into thousands of the things around the next corner. The man sat up slowly, with Penelope trying to keep his movements slow to be sure that he wouldn't lose consciousness again from the new flow of blood. However, he seemed perfectly fine if not shaken up a little. Still, there was no response from the man, which either meant he was too dazed by the experience to form a reply just yet, or...[/FONT]
"[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]日本語が話せるか"[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]He didn't speak English. Just perfect. Penelope simply stared back at the man, trying to figure out what he said. The tone wasn't angry, or happy, or worried, just a little confused. A question maybe? Penny would never know, at least not yet. It sounds like something she'd do to find someone alive, but wouldn't be able to communicate with.[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Penny raised an eyebrow. "Um... yeah, probably." She truly had no idea what he had said, but if he had spoken if a different language to begin with, she doubted he would understand her either.[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]The man, while seemingly dizzy, glanced behind Penelope to where Rook was located, causing to turn too. The original small pack of zombies had been accompanied by ten more. Rook was doing his best to hold them off with a variety of Poison-based moves, but he was slowly on the retreat, backing up close to Penny. The young trainer was about to send out an order to retreat, but the other person had already planned for that. Penny felt a hand grab her wrist, and almost throw her forward.[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]It was the man. "[/FONT][FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]来て[/FONT][FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]! " he yelled, continuing to drag Penny away from the scene.[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]Penny tried to resist, but he was much stronger than he was, and had ended being forced to follow him. She turned her head to Rook. "Rook, c'mon!"[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]The Weezing spun around to see her trainer being pulled along by the previously unconscious man, and quickly darted over to them. Upon moving to the side of the two non-infected, he pivoted on the spot, and began throwing sludge to slow down the other zombies. Hopefully they'd slip and break their necks or something. As the gap widened, Penny felt the grip on her wrist weaken, returning her free will. The man stumbled slightly, just as she did, before they both began to run away from the scene. Where to? Penny had absolutely no idea.[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]While running, Penny tapped the man on the shoulder. "Where are we going?" she asked, before sighing heavily.[/FONT]
[FONT=Century Gothic, sans-serif]What was she doing? He couldn't understand a word that she would have said. They'd have to work out some way to communicate. Charades would end up going down hill and she knew it, but what other option was there? Now that they had lost the few zombies which had chased them, Penny stopped to catch her breath for a few moments, before putting her master plan into action. She raised her arms and shrugged – showing that she was asking a question, or at least trying to. 'Where are'. She then pointed to her, and then this other. 'We'. Penny then jogged on the spot slightly, and then pointed forward. That last one was a long-shot. 'Going?'.[/FONT]