Continue hiding, it's the safest option

You keep your head down behind the table. You're safe here, as long as noone notices you. You hear the noises of battle; the lust filled growls of the infected mixed with the thundering, machine noises of the robot, all topped off with the sounds of crushing, and gnashing, and screams. And then... it was calm, almost silent if not for the sound of the engine. There was a hiss, and you could hear someone opening and then closing a door. They grunted as they landed on the grass.

"最終的にファック.感染した人は私たちを一人で去ることはないと思った." You can't understand what they're saying, but they sound feminine. "私たちはそのテーブルの後ろに隠れている人と何をすべきだと思いますか?"

There's a second voice, distinctly different, yet similar. "どの男? 男がいる? 感染した?"

"私にはうまく見えましたが、私は慎重になるでしょう."

You feel intimidated, and afraid to look from behind cover, but you're curious as to who these two are. You peek your head out, and you're greeted with the sight of a woman, wearing a school uniform patched with leather and miss-matched scraps. In her hand is a bloody cricket bat, and she swings it, hitting you on the side of your head before you can cry out or run.

"おやすみ!"