The shot rang out through the endless hallways, a reverberating lament. The door that had initially presented freedom and hope, had instead heralded doom. Or at least Doris' doom.

[i]"CONTACT!"[/i] Without so much as a thought, Alex hit the deck, crawling to the wall by the door for cover. What the fuck was happening? Had someone been aiming for a walker and missed? Another shot shattered a nearby window, erasing all doubt. Some asshole was taking potshots at them, not the undead. 

The elderly lady whom had been so full of life and determination only moments ago had slumped to the floor, clutching at a devastating gunshot wound in her chest. It wouldn't take a doctor to tell you she wasn't getting back up from that. Not living anyway. Blondie and the newcomer seemed to have kept the little one safe. A resounding [i]boom[/i] shook the entire building. Again; What the FUCK was happening? 

The groans of the recently risen were getting closer and closer. They were minutes away from being zombie-chow. The gunfire sounded like it'd stopped, replaced by the sound of someone desperately revving an engine. Could someone be coming to help them? Alex scowled. Yeah right. More like the guy taking shots at them was coming to finish the job. Fuck. What could they do? If they stayed here, they'd be eaten. If they got out the door, they might get shot. The decision wasn't a hard one. Maybe dying was a hell of a lot better than definitely dying. Seemed Blondie had reached the same conclusion and had begun attempting to knock the door down. Although she gave the door some powerful shoves, it wasn't giving. Although she had weakened it considerably. His name pierced the chaos.

[i]"Oy! Alex! Ye're the strong type! Come help me with this bloody door!"[/i]

He rose to a low crouch, turning to Blondie and nodding. Happy the gunshots had ceased, he rose to full height in front of the door, coiling his right leg into his body before unleashing it into the door with devastating, practiced force. The door flew off it's hinges and Alex was momentarily blinded by the light that flooded into the now empty door frame. His eyes adjusted as a deafening roar announced the arrival of a car, which skidded to a stop in front of him. The car was a mess. The right window was smashed and the body was riddled with bullet holes. But Alex wasn't the sort to look a gift horse in the mouth. The guy had to be helping right? That was the only reason he would have taken gunfire for them and stopped here. He'd take any help he could get.

"Everyone into the car! Hurry!" He threw the passenger door open, getting in and turning to their savior "DRIVE!" It might have seemed a rude thank you for saving them, but there would be time for gratitude later. For now, all that mattered was getting the group to safety. He wouldn't let them down. He'd save them.