It had taken the majority of his self control not to force feed this new guy his fist. He THINK he'd crashed into them? Alex gritted his teeth, his head swirling as the anger brought flashes of pain and waves of dizziness. Whether it had been from a possible head wound, or from adrenaline, the last few minutes had passed blurred and too quickly. Seemed the majority of the group was back on their feet and by the luck of whatever God(s) were out there, it seemed there were no casualties. Roland seemed to be cutting about. He'd given Alex a brief introduction when he'd first joined the group, but he wasn't sure if He'd told Roland his name, or anything about him. Oh well.

He'd gone over with the ex-SWAT commander when the newcomer had turned up, standing a few meters behind the two for situational awareness. Even from this distance, he could see the guys pupils were extremely dilated. Drug use? That would certainly explain a lot. It made Alex wonder about the character of the guy who'd take copious amounts of drugs during a zombie apocalypse. He was either extremely reckless, or was a believe in the phrase "YOLO". God, he hated that phrase.

The brief conversation that entailed showed the two were both SWAT, and that the new guy seemed to look up to Roland. Either Roland was really good at what he did, or the other guy was a kiss-ass. You got that a lot in any career with a rank structure. After watching him quickly and efficiently deal with the bleeder only moments later, the question was answered. After a moment of what looked like doubt, Roland had addressed the group. 

[i]"I know none of you know me, and I am new to this group... I don't care to be the leader at this point... but we gotta get moving and we gotta get moving right now. Everyone grab what you need, whatever that may be, leave what isn't needed. If you need help walking then speak up, we gotta get our shit together right now or we won't be seeing another sunrise. Those shamblers are on their way, an I don't intend to be here when they arrive. Five more minutes then we need to move."[/i] 

As if to prove his point, Sophia called faintly over the wind. Looking over, Alex couldn't see what Sophia was warning them about, but he trusted her. Turning back to the group, he spoke in a low voice.

"We may not even have 5 minutes..."
 
Not waiting for a response, Alex stealthily ran to where Sophia was looking out.

"Good job. Head back to the group now and make sure everyone is okay and ready to go. Show 'em who's boss." He ended the sentence with a small grin, motioning towards the group with a nod. He found it was good to give Sophia jobs and responsibility like this. It kept her mind busy and off the horrors that were forever unfolding in this new, troubled world.

Looking forward, he saw the shamblers she'd warned him about. The first three undead staggered towards them slowly, but surely, their eyes empty of life, but full of an endless hunger. He couldn't see much past them, the blackness of the night impaired his vision. It was always good to prepare for the worst however, and assumed there were more walkers behind the three approaching. In turn, he looked to the other side of the bridge. It was too dark though and he couldn't tell if it was clear or not. Damn.

Alex backed towards the group, keeping the undead in his sights. 

"Hope everyone's ready. We're outta time." Glock holstered, he drew the knife from his webbing. "We can buy a little time if you want to try to take these three out, but we need to do it quietly. The last thing we want to do is draw more of these things in and get trapped on this bridge."

He flashed a look to Angie, remembering the gunshot and the corpses of her old group lying in pieces on the gym floor. She'd suffered that mistake already.

"I'm not here to play leader, or boss anyone around, but we can't just stand around here. I'm in agreement with Roland. We need to move now. I'm happy to help anyone along who can't walk on their own just yet." 

He looked to their own driver, noticing the blood seeping through the gauze and bandages. It seemed odd that despite the treatment, the wounds still seemed to bleed. 

"Are you going to be alright man?"