Rodney had been hacking away at approaching zombies, waiting for the two to run up to him. When they finally did Rodney nodded and yelled, "lets roll!"
Rod knew that idle chatter was redundant, and he sped up. He gave enough decency to wait for the bastards and secure their exit, if they die now it's their own damned fault.
He ran a bit, climbing up and over the cars behind him, running up them. He was panting, and there was a few zombies coming down from the street ahead of them as well, with the hordes at their back.
"If the cars slow us down, they'll at least slow these fuckers down, too."
"That's the idea, we got to get off this fucking street and off these rotting fucks attention." He kept climbing, hatchet in hand, as he swung from underhand and smashed a zombies jawline clean off with the blade of his axe, blood spraying the car windshield.
He kept running, and he noticed the hotel up ahead. When he turned his head back however, he saw the man having his arm grabbed by an infected, nearly dragging him into the car. A hasty bullet shot to it's head made it slump into the car, the man narrowly escaping being savaged.
"This way! We can't stay on this damned bridge follow me into the hotel!"
Rodney hoped the hotel wouldn't be swarmed with even more zombies within. It looked pretty secure from the outside, and it was there best chance to lose these fucks and find a spot to sit, think, and plan.
He busted inside the doors, and there wasn't any zombies surprisingly walking the halls. There were a few blood stains on the floor however, and this concerned him. The other two were following up right behind him.
"Stick together and stick close, there could be more of the cockroaches within here as well..."