[b]Just down the road of the apartment; fleeing police cruiser[/b]

Wright hadn’t needed to be told twice. Smugglers? Bring them on. Bank robbers? He could take those. Serial killers? A few men of backup and all would be alright. Zombie things that tore the head off of a novice two feet away from him? Nope, nope.

He stepped on the gas just as a large thud sounded on the top of the vehicle. A hand appeared on the front windshield and began to pound at it. Wright couldn’t shoot at it or the one thing between him and it would be gone… looking at the rearview mirror, he saw what appeared to be the face of a man who could have once been identified as National Guard screeching at him, the ghastly, bloody face illuminated by the headlights another police cruiser that had smashed into the sidewalk, covered in those… things. He kept driving, swerving back and forth in an attempt to get those things off.

He had no choice but to start firing when the thing on the back of the vehicle broke the back windshield. He turned and shot it off, firing three rounds, with one smacking it on the head and sending it flying. Unfortunately, with his attention occupied with the back, he failed to notice the streetlight in front of him.

Slamming into the light and crunching up the hood, he was smacked into the steering wheel. The monster on the windshield fared worse - it smacked into the streetlight, its head bending an impossible angle as it screeched at him and collapsed on the road just by the passenger side door. Grabbing his backpack that had been dropped by a National Guard member prior to his suicide mission advance from the back seat, he fell out of the vehicle with it in his hands, holding up the gun to whatever hell might be coming after him. He got up and started going in the direction of the apartment - he didn’t exactly have a subtle arrival since he slammed into a streetlight just outside the window.