[@Pripovednik]"God damn locals. No sense of ergency" reaiming his gun. He could only see him waving and hobbling along. He wasnt going to make it without help. He took and deep breath and looked at the situation. We ave one guy running up some stairs. He will only waste one mag on him. Knowing the plan he got his sights locked on to take them out as they came. "One, two, three, four, five, seven" he counted them as they came from the window. 'There too many, too many to shoot' Looking at the bait running up the stairs "Looks like were doing a good thing today" he aimed his gun at some of the rivits in the old broken down emergency ladder. 

Sighing as he thinks about the shot he will take. "Kid, you better be a fast runner. When I take this shot, the whole stairwell will fall and bring every damn walker out to see the rubble. You fail, your dead." with the sights on the rusting rivits he took the first shot. First rvit comes out. Second shot, a rivit flys out and falls to the ground. The stairwell is shaking with the broud mass of zombies comming out the window verging on the 20's. With the weight, this whole thing will come down in one more shot. "BANG!" was the final shot. Hotting the thrid rvit the stairs start to shake and flex. Many more suppoting bolts fly out along the left side. The stairs start to sag, then they shake violently. Then some of the stairs and gangplanks give way near the bottom moving up quickly towards the kids running body. "Good luck kid."