Wright started to push people up the stairs when the priest called for him. Coming down, he saw the marine. [i]Oh great, one of those hotheads[/i]. He distinctly recalled the line of national guard going down before the final line rested with - or more accurately, charged at - his division. There were some marines in there, too, and this guy had all the lookings of creating the same problems.

His fears were confirmed when the marine-armored guy started shooting zombies with high level weapons, the noise echoing painfully in his ears. He seemed to be drawing more monsters than killing them, and the situation behind him had become so chaotic that he had to move behind a desk to get any sort of peace. He was elbowed on his way there; right in the spot where his chest had hit the steering wheel.

With a hand on his chest and a crowbar in the other, he yelled at the marine. “Put a silencer on that thing or get a crowbar, now we have more problems to worry about!” His Glock had 8 rounds left, and he would only use them if the lobby was getting too overwhelmed. As it was, there were zombies charging in, one of them making a disgusting snorting sound. He was able to send that one falling flat with his crowbar, but couldn’t reach the other four charging right at the marine, not to mention others behind those, and the horde going up the stairs. “If you have a grenade, we might need it now!” he yelled.

He had missed the [s][url=http://static.planetminecraft.com/files/resource_media/screenshot/1328/2013-07-13_074401_5931492_lrg.jpg]baby minecraft zombie[/url][/s] zombie dog that was flying at the firefighter’s face, still watching the worsening front.