Ginger grabbed his bag off a couch, gritting his teeth as he exited the mansion. The group had scattered like rats in fear of the horde, and Ginger was lagging behind. Which was definitely not good. He was able to move faster then the zombies that were closing in, but he didn't stop to take care of them. He knew that would only slow him down. Sprinting towards the gate that surrounding the mansion's grounds, he leapt up. He was able to kick off the gate, landing and rolling the grass. He panted as he jumped to his feet, glancing around frantically for the van.