Drew was the first one running up the stairs once shit has truly hit the fan, he went up the stairs up as quickly as possible, reaching the third floor before anybody else could even get past the stairwell door. He held onto to his crowbar once he heard more screaming and gun shots coming from below. As he reached the fourth floor he started to catch his breath, why did this building have so many floors? 

Drew slumped against the wall of the stairwell which gave him a good look of the next floor and the floor below him so he won't be caught off guard if any of those zombies start lumbering towards him. After a few moments of waiting and listening to the people several floors below him panic and barking orders at each other, Drew pulled out his cellphone, nothing still. Drew sighed, He stood back up and started slowly going up the stairs, only a few more floors and he'll be on his floor, where he can barricade and hideaway long enough for things to blow over enough for him to sneak out of the apartment. He armed his crowbar and put it in front of him as he walked, so he can protect himself if a zombie jumps out of a corner or jumps out of one of the rooms.