Boss meandered around the Rising Dawn, looking for anyone else. He'd deduced that the people he was traveling with were no longer on the ship, and that Edge had followed them. That, in turn, probably meant they were in some sort of danger, or at least they were in more danger where they were than Boss was where he was.
That being said, he wasn't getting the usual sense of dread he did when Edge (Or Rob, but that only happened once) was in danger, so he'd assumed they could handle themselves, and moved on to other things that he deemed necessary, starting with securing the ship he was on, or at least clarifying why he was left on it. After that he would figure out where the others were and receive further clarification. Hopefully.
MEANWHILE...
In Edge's...admittedly short experience, the only thing worse for your concentration than being thrown around an elevator was being stomped on by a bunch of zombies. Also, Edge hated zombies. Like, hatedthem. With a passion. It was the smell, y'see. He could stand being...around them, as long as they weren't attacking him or being around him, but having a bunch of them land right on top of him made him loose his freaking mind.
"COCK-SUCKING ************!" Edge screamed, bursting out of the scrapped elevator, drawing his swords and striking down a number of zombies around him. "WHY ZOMBIES? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ZOMBIES! WHY NOT TERRORISTS, OR NAZIS, OR SOME UNSPEAKABLE ELDRICH HORROR? I CAN HANDLE UNSPEAKABLE ELDRICH HORRORS, BUT NOT FUCKING ZOMBIES!"
Edge then realized he'd broken his cover. "'sup? I've been following you guys, y'know. But you didn't know, 'cause I was stealthy. 'cause I'm a ninja."
MEANWHILE
Boss suddenly felt a tingle of dread. "There it goes." he said aloud. "Must be zombies."
That being said, he wasn't getting the usual sense of dread he did when Edge (Or Rob, but that only happened once) was in danger, so he'd assumed they could handle themselves, and moved on to other things that he deemed necessary, starting with securing the ship he was on, or at least clarifying why he was left on it. After that he would figure out where the others were and receive further clarification. Hopefully.
MEANWHILE...
In Edge's...admittedly short experience, the only thing worse for your concentration than being thrown around an elevator was being stomped on by a bunch of zombies. Also, Edge hated zombies. Like, hatedthem. With a passion. It was the smell, y'see. He could stand being...around them, as long as they weren't attacking him or being around him, but having a bunch of them land right on top of him made him loose his freaking mind.
"COCK-SUCKING ************!" Edge screamed, bursting out of the scrapped elevator, drawing his swords and striking down a number of zombies around him. "WHY ZOMBIES? WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE ZOMBIES! WHY NOT TERRORISTS, OR NAZIS, OR SOME UNSPEAKABLE ELDRICH HORROR? I CAN HANDLE UNSPEAKABLE ELDRICH HORRORS, BUT NOT FUCKING ZOMBIES!"
Edge then realized he'd broken his cover. "'sup? I've been following you guys, y'know. But you didn't know, 'cause I was stealthy. 'cause I'm a ninja."
MEANWHILE
Boss suddenly felt a tingle of dread. "There it goes." he said aloud. "Must be zombies."