Alright. So maybe. There was. An upside to having run into so many problems. Compared to fishing a certain hedgehog's ---- bloody parts out of a ventilation, this was... nothing! Yeah, nothing. Haha. Kazu felt his mind shutter and grind to a halt, as his own breath caught and he physically stumbled backwards, nearly slipping on blood, thinking of a pinned-up-San--- and his mind was shut down until it decided it was safe to boot up again. Bracing himself, he did what he thought was right. He looked back, saw the Thing with the cleaver. He looked at the bodies, saw a wall with cracks, and... started edging through them.
Oh, but Ikki was right about the gross part. A cut-up hand in the face was disgusting. Half-way in, Mikura looked back absently, as though the idea just occurred to him. "C-c-c'mon! It's better than that... cleaver thing." And that was the truth. Survival came before being grossed out. Beside, who knew if this was real---
The rotting finger in his mouth told him it was real, but that wasn't the point. There had to be a way out, and if that Thing had been the one to collect all these bodies...