Wright had helped a little bit with moving furnature to blockade the stairwell, and went into a couple rooms cautiously as the others talked.

As he tried one door, he heard some noises coming from the inside. [i]Occupied, then...[/i]

He gave it a knock. "This is city police! Please open the door!" he yelled. Completely true, that.

He heard some footsteps that stopped a couple seconds later.

"Come on, open the door!"

No response.

He tried it and found it unlocked. Swinging it in, he found...

The gaping maw of a middle aged man groaning with the most bitter stench coming outwards.

"SON OF A-" He brought up his crowbar, smacking the zombie in the jaw with a sickening crack of crowbar meeting bone, and slammed the door.

"We got one in here!" he yelled down the hall.