Richard grunted as he dragged the table to the front door of the diner. He then proceeded to tip it over, placing it so the table top was placed against the doorway. "There we go. That will hold them off for at least a little bit." He said before going and dragging another table to the back entrance. Not that he expected much zombies, if any, to be coming through the back entrance, but, he liked to cover all of his bases. He then placed himself within sight of the front door, close to the stair case and took aim with his crossbow, waiting for the zombies.
If they came to close for comfort, he'd start backing to the stair case. Worse comes to worse, he'd be taking his chances leaping out of the window. Not likely to survive, but a much more quick death than being eaten alive. Unless he just broke his legs. Then he'd have to shoot himself with the crossbow. Unless the cross bow broke. Then, he'd have to-Enough Richard commanded himself, gripping and ungripping his crossbow with his metal fingers. You will survive this, and you will not die. Bastion needs you.