One of Horace's companion came up with a much better idea. Greg wad relived at the thought that there is another way out of this fucked up situation, Carter patted Greg as if he knew how he felt at the moment, as if it wasn't already obvious how Greg was feeling about that "zip lining" plan. Horace's companion sipped from his drink and tossed the bottle down. Carter helped Greg get up, not as if he needed it, he was capable of standing on his own, but it was the act to show that he was there for me, Greg thought. He stood straight inhaling the smoke coming from the fire that distracted the mindless horde, though some didn't gave any attention to the fire, still trying to breach the front door. 

Greg sheathed his machete, he took out his hand gun and took out his crimson combat knife, held it firmly, ready to put it in one of those things head. He thought about using the M16, but bullets are scarce, you never know what could happen in the future he thought, looking at the weapons he held in hand "this should do for now." He thought. But was it?. 

Carter asked Greg if this was his first time in combat. Greg gave a slight chuckle saying "no sir, this isn't my first..nor is it my last" he replied with determination. " it's just that I've never dealt with such creepy horrid things before, seeing them is enough to stir my stomach." 

"Well do!" Replied Greg on Carter's demand on covering his rear side. Rushing down the stairs Greg inhaled deeply, "I am ready" he whispered as he exhaled slowly. Stepping out the motel the horde was distracted with the fire. "We should go find Horace!" Yelled Greg loudly enough for his companion to hear, but with out notifying any zombies of there presence.