Elsewhere in the spacestation, Wash was flicking some gristle off his knife before sheathing it. At his feet were a handful of zombies in various states of decomposition with fresh knife wounds in places that'll ensure they won't be coming back for a long time. He'd made the mistake of firing upon them immediately once he'd identified their threat, and part of him regretted that now.

"Where the hell are these things coming from?!" he cried in frustrated exasperation when he spotted another group shambling toward him.

He was trained to go for a long time with little to no rest, but even he knew that if this kept on happening, he'd slowly lose that fight. After all, the zombies had a chance of getting lucky and prying off a piece of his armor to get to him if he was too tired to stop them.

It was then that it occurred to him that the others didn't have that option. They could easily be hurt--Ichijou came to mind first--so while he pulled up a schematic of the lab and began to make his way to the elevator, he turned on his CAT.

"Jamie, Ichijou, Xion, I don't know how bad it is for you guys, but I'm making a run for docking bay while I can." His voice was businesslike and calm. "There's a ship there that has more weapons and armor. I can bring supplies back, or I can come find you and we can go together. It's your choice."