Garret heard the barrage of bullets stop, it was almost jolting. Nonetheless he continued straight, and deciding it was best to avoid a fiery crash into a school he threw his head up just in time to notice that his approach had been a lot faster than he'd thought. In an instant he slammed his foot on the brake, and veered right, skidding to a halt directly in front of the emergency exit door, which was now wide open. 

Almost immediately people began funneling out of the doorway, and with good reason. For what lay behind them surely would have torn them to shreds. He heard the passenger door swing open, and looked to the back of the car as people began to enter the car. The man sitting in the passenger seat shouted at him to drive, and he obeyed almost immediately. Not even waiting for them to close the rear door he pushed his foot on the gas, and turned, directing them back into the direction he had entered. 

"Keep your heads down. The shooters could still be a threat," Garret spoke as calmly as he could to try to quell the adrenaline that was pumping through his veins. Surveying the area, it had been a miracle that he hadn't hit any of the corpses wandering about on the field on his way in. He'd been driving blindly, and it could've taken only one shambler to halt his entire approach had it gotten stuck under his wheel. He'd lucked out in a way. 

Garret looked to his left, eyeing the building with the shooter, as well as another person. He couldn't get a clear view, but what from all that he could see was that the shooter was still at the window. However, the other man had disappeared. But, where had he gone? And why had he not shot as well? Garret began to roll these questions around in his head as his eyebrows furrowed. Either way, they weren't getting shot at anymore, so perhaps he was just scared? Maybe he'd realized that this car was coming to save them? Perhaps they should approach him? Would that scare him more? Too many questions ran through his head.