"Agreed." Vivi winced as Dante picked her up, her foot dangling uselessly. "I think I seriously fucked up my ankle, by the way. I don't know if it's broken...maybe just dislocated. Don't worry about it. We need to find the others and get a group together before these rat bastards--" she nodded in the direction of the zombies--"decide that we'd make a tasty snack." She wrapped one arm around the back of his neck and motioned to the floor. "My weapon, if you wouldn't mind...it's shiny and pretty and took me goddamn forever to get it that sharp. I'll not leave it behind."