As he threw down the tables and chairs, Jason half expected the guy and the girl to have followed Graham and himself up the stairs, but as he saw from the upper balcony, they were set on barricading the outer walls. He thought to himself, why didn't I think of that, as he usually paid close attention to details. Perhaps it was because he was panicking at the sheer amount of shamblers that were closing in on the place. Up until now, Jason stayed out of major cities, because of tales he heard from passing survivors; as well as the fact that logically there should be many shamblers there. The hope that his brother would be here was what brought him here in the first place, but seeing this reminded him too much of how he lost his previous group, and he instantly regretted his decision. Nevertheless, gripping fear or not, he had to snap out of it and strive to survive.
As the man mentioned the service elevator, Jason instantly knew what he was talking about. He had noted that down earlier, thinking he could've used it to make looting easier. "Graham, keep throwing down shit!" He stopped what he was doing, and ran across to the service elevator. He glanced over the complicated diagrams attached to the wall next to the hatch, and pressed the buttons which he believed best corresponded with "up". It worked. He kept looking back towards the main window and watched as more of the undead began to congregate. The makeshift barricade the two had built began to strain, as well as the windows. He had never seen this many in one place, and the looming darkness made it all the more terrifying. He listened to the slow whirring of the girl approaching in the elevator, and unconsciously rapped quickly on the wall as if it would make it come faster. This was far too slow to bear! The girl finally arrived, and he pulled her out of it as quickly as he could, hugging her as he did. He set her aside and pressed the "down" button, and watched as it moved at a snail's pace back down the hatch. He looked on at the barricade and hoped that it would last. He then yelled out into the restaurant. "It's on the way down! Holler when you need it up!"
He looked back at the girl. "Sorry we had to meet like this. I'm Jason." He stuck out his hand, expecting a handshake.