[color=fff79a][i]"Oh sh*t."[/i][/color], Horus grumbled, taking the sight of the fleeing civilian as an ominous message. Firing on the vanguard of the zombie advancement, which soon appeared behind the frantic bystander. He shot the torsos of most of the undead ranks before retreating himself. Horus bolted east into the city, left of the Staduim's direction, and away from the necrotic hoard. He only bothered to push Brandon in front of him and to continuously shoot, totally forgetting about the doomed Edoric. Weaving skillfully through alleys and broken roads, Horus came to the sealed entrance of a motel, the door boarded shut from the inside, same for the windows. Equipping his handy crowbar (which he had nicknamed 'Womanizer', for unknown reasons), Horus tore into the termite infested mahogany door, breaking a hole big enough for the soldiers to crawl through. [color=fff79a][i]"Come on! We gotta board it back up anyways, ASAP!"[/i][/color], Horus snapped, crawling through the makeshift entrance and pulling Brandon with him. Horus maintained fire at the zombies through the partially sealed windows of the establishment, the desperate man who had brought this grand hoard onto them being the last to enter the motel before Horus finally sealed the door up again. Luckily, no zombies came through, [color=fff79a][i]"Yet..."[/i][/color], Horus continued. [color=fff79a][i]"Well, Mister, what do you got to say for yourself?"[/i][/color], Horus addressed the compainion that had joined them, obviously giving him a hard time.