"Hundreds of zombies are coming this way!" There was a slight pause, quickly followed by  "We have to keep going up and barricading as we go!"

[color=00aeef]"Shit... this won't hold against ten of these things for long, how will it stand against more?"[/color] Nicholas asked himself, his eyes searching for more to barricade with.

Nicholas stood from his position and looked over the railing, taking note that it was taking time for the creatures to traverse the stairs. Returning his attention to finding additional items to hold back the coming horde, his eyes came across one of the nearby rooms. Shouldering his rifle, he quickly made his way to the left side of the door and reached out to the doorknob. Slowly turning it till it became free, Grayeson shouldered his way into the room and started checking the corners. Though it was relatively dark, there was a nearby lamp that illuminated the room enough to see there was no threat. Moving from the living room towards the kitchen, clearing it, then on to the other rooms as well to ensure there was no danger. When all was clear, he turned his attention to the furniture inside the living room. Releasing his grip on his rifle, allowing it to dangle from his plate carrier; Nicholas grabbed one end of a love seat and drug the couch outside of the apartment and out into the stairwell. Quickly maneuvering the seating into place, he returned to the apartment and grabbed additional chairs and a table to help reinforce their "wall" of sorts. When the apartment was barren of anything he could move on his own to secure the stairwell, he locked the door of the apartment from the inside and closed it tight. Turning back to the stairs, he quickly made his way up to the scene that was playing out before. On the floor, lay a half-demolished hunk of meat that once resembled a pup and a woman with her skull crushed inward.

[b][color=f7941d]"I see this situation is handled."[/color][/b] Nicholas said, a tone of satisfaction trailed off his southern accent.

Overhearing someone mention about limiting the use of firearms, he simply nodded. Gunfire or any loud, sudden noises drove the creatures to their position immediately. How he managed to forget his "dream" was like a video game, evaded him but he knew better now than to unconsciously use his weapons. Switching his rifle to SAFE, he loosened his grip to show he was willing to take the subtle approach if it meant keeping everyone else alive. 

[color=f7941d][b]"I've barricaded the entrance to the second floor from the first with some furniture. We need to continue moving and see if there is a viable way out of this frying pan."[/b][/color] he spoke out, agreeing with the people wanting to move. [b][color=f7941d]"And there is no way to the ground floor besides the elevators, bad idea. Or using the decrepit fire escapes, which leads to the droves outside which want to eat us all."[/color][/b] he quickly reminded the woman not wanting to continue on to the roof.

She was right, Grayeson knew that with every fiber of his being as a Marine. Getting trapped into one position without any support is as much a death sentence in war, as it is in this situation. But unless they have a way to the next apartment building over, they were sitting ducks at the moment.