Just a moment after Kennedy recommended that they get moving topside Bushwacker raised his gun back to his shoulder and took a snap shot. It was hardly any time at all from hip mounted, pointing at the ground and a deafening round going off among the center of the group. Everyone turned, after their initial shock, expecting to find Maker laying dead on the ground and those standing next to him splattered in his blood. William was just as surprised as everybody else that he was still standing, but it didn't take long for everyone else in the group to figure out what had happened. Turning just a little further they could see that off in the distance was a group of shamblers shuffling towards the group. Maybe 16 in total, not a terrible number for the amount of people present, but perhaps the most concerning was the periodic flash of blue spark.
Bushwacker took one Zombie down with his shot, but the noise of gunfire only focused their wandering attentions onto the group. "Everybody get topside. Can't take everybody all at once, the supports wont take it. Kennedy, you hangout down here with The Maker and Minuteman until the second trip on the lift. Fly out of there if you need to. Everybody else, get up here. Nobody is going into the building until I say so, got it?" Bushwacker commanded. He didn't wait for a response, he jumped back over the railing of the lift, not even bothering to wait long enough for everyone to start moving he fired up the motors which groaned against the effort of lifting the cart.
In the meantime, the cart would draw attention to the group on the ground, decreasing their odds of still being there when the cart tried to return.
The Maker, for his part, did his best to get ready. It would still be a few minutes before the group of Zombies made it to the survivors left on the ground, but it would be quite a bit longer then that before the lift made its way back down to the ground. William was a contractor before it all went to shit, he had ridden in one of those lifts a hundred times, for a building the height of the casino to make it all the way to the top, unload everybody and make it back down again would probably take ten minutes. Three supers, sixteen zombies, one of which was a Shocker, and ten minutes on the ground with no coverage or ground support? Not only the ten minutes to stay alive, but if the ground wasn't clear when Bushwacker sends the lift back down, there was noway that he was going to risk it.
Not only ten minutes to survive, but also ten minutes to put them all down- without being shocked, and without a gun to take it down by range.
"Keep your backs to the walls, stops you from getting surrounded, but it also prevents your escape. Keep close, and watch out for the pretty blue lights," The Maker said, his two companions on the ground, he knew Kennedy was a seasoned pro, but he wasn't familiar with Minuteman, but Bushwacker left him down on the ground for a reason. "Minute Man, how do you feel about facing the shocker? You got something that might deal with that?"
Meanwhile the lift groaned and shuttered with the effort to lift the rest of the group off the ground. The wind was also starting to make it difficult to line up a good shot at the approaching Zombies. Nothing to it but to wait until they made it to the top and take up positions there.