DJ and S also unbuckle, leaving the ship along with the rest of the group. From the outside, it's clear that the ship is won't be able to take off soon, although it's auto-repair function seems to be getting the job done. More importantly, half the ship is burried beneath thousands of tons of rock and dirt.
Those who are more perceptive would realize the size of the ship outside doesn't match that of the inside, but that's par for the course. What's more noticible however, are the hordes of zombies attracted to the ship, noisy as it's entrance was. There are lots of them, by the dozens just around the ship, but those with senses can see thousands in this area alone.
As for the area itself, it seems to be a rocky mountain area. There is a noticible cold, and it's snowing. Those with vision unpaired by the snow haze can see several trees ahead. Seems to be a florest. The tower, still visible even if barely, certainly stands tall.
DJ speaks up, finally.
"Alright, status report. Most of us were injured, but the healers and people's natural regeneration seem to have taken care of it. That tower is the place we want to go to, that's where the Stereo Sphere is at. Due to the... unfortunate landing, it seems we are... 200, 215 kilometers away, give or take. So that's a problem. There's an assload of zombies in the way too. And more importantly there's that laser... which, being completely honest, i have no ******* idea where it came from."
DJ throws his arms in the air, frustrated. S pats him in the back and sighs.
"Anyone have any immediate plans?"