[quote=@hivekiller]
Tyson was still searching for useful stuffs inside his apartment unit. More explosions and gunshots can be heard coming from the sky above the apartment. Tyson gathered a bag of stuffs and put it on a sofa, and walked near to the window beside his bed to check out the situation outside. He saw a helicopter, firing towards the lower level of the apartment. But it was not a good time to stop and enjoy the view of a metal bird shooting at the zombies, Tyson need to leave this place as fast as possible.

Tyson grabbed his equipment and was about to leave the bedroom, but he heard noises from the living room. He hold the knife he took earlier firmly in his right hand, preparing to face the unknown lurking in the living room. [color=82ca9d]"Uh... might need a little help here!"[/color] After Tyson heard the shout, he moved towards the living room silently. He saw a guy with a crowbar fighting off the zombies. The door was not locked, that explained how they got inside. 

[color=82ca9d]"Hey! Watch Out!"[/color] Tyson ran towards a zombie and stabbed it with the knife in his right hand. But it was probably not a good idea to go near the front door now, as more zombies started to appear outside the front door of his apartment unit.
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Shift to living room from;

[quote=@ArenaSnow]
His hopes raised a little with the firework of explosions outside the apartment, but quickly faded when the makeshift defense that he had just made was quickly approached by the horde inside. The previous one fell quickly; this was the last one before the entire level, which a good amount of people were on, would be swarmed.

"Uh... might need a little help here!" He called down the hallway as he swung a crowbar at the first of them, with a sickening smack. He swung again, but the next zombie, by some stroke of luck, pulled the crowbar right out of his hand and almost had him beinding into the face of one of the monstrocities, which was quickly being backed up by what he could see to be a minimum of ten more. He pushed himself back and went into the room besides him, pulling out a rather flimsy broom, and in his other hand pulling out the gun. He didn't want to waste ammo if he didn't have to... but considering a small assortment of tables and chairs were blocking the landing, there wasn't too many options until the others arrived to give a little help.
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And things went from there.

Not trying to blame people, considering it is a rather large roleplay without too much of a means of keeping track (such as using @mentions for everyone involved in the scene; and/or stating the setting and area at the top of the IC post). I think there was a misconception where it turned from a hallway into a living room and the living room was stuck with.