There were literally hundreds of action figures. The room was spacious, with floor-to-ceiling shelves lining each wall and hooks hanging from the ceiling, most likely where the model airplanes zooming around were stationed when immobile. There were obviously different factions and sides in this attack; each figure was clearly part of a certain series, and took orders from their leaders. There were only three zombies left in the room, within feet of the door and tied down by sturdy, tiny ropes.
Yako laid on her stomach on top of the king size bed at the back of the room. Face propped up in one palm, she watched with great interest at the three way melee taking place in front of her. While the majority of the figurines were focused on ripping the bound zombies to shreds, the Gundams alternated between using the shot gun they had found in Yako's room on said undead life forms and on the cowboy action figures.
The blonde watched the cowboys finish securing the ropes, before attacking the Gundams for possession of the gun. The Power Rangers and the Sailor Scouts, seeing an opportunity, rushed into the fray, hoping to gain it as well. Glancing up from her entertainment, Yako smiled brightly at her visitor. "Oh, hello! Come on in, but please watch where you step."