Carter chuckled softly at the young captain, twisting the shovel in his hand. "yes, we could very well 'unlock' it with this, but... I'd like to avoid the crash, but yes... The two of us should be able to kill quite a few with melee provided they're spaced out..." He looked back toward the motel when Greg did, nodding with acknowledgement as the horde slowly grew. "Yes, yes... They're making quite the ruckus aren't they?"

When the other gave his advice and told Carter to lead the way, he couldn't help but snicker at it. He was taking command... Very admirable, and he was being smart. The colonel laid a hand on Greg's shoulder and gave him a weak smile, hoping to steel the officer's shakiness. "I've been dealing with these beasts longer than you have... I know my way around them, and... Relax. We're in a bad spot, but when it's your time to go, it's your time to go... But I'm sure we'll both be making sure you get out of this alive. Keep your head, stay calm, and do your best not to panic. That's what gets men like us killed more than anything else." With an encouraging smile, he took a deep breath and advanced toward the motel, using parked cars and whatever cover he could find to make it behind the motel.