On his way out Greg noticed that three zombies managed to enter the motel through the front window, he shot the three of them with out hesitation. Looking forward to Carter making sure he is still there. Greg turned around shutting the door in attempt to prevent any zombies to come out. Releasing his mag, ten bullets left. Though he had another three mags in his backpack. It wont last for long he thought. 

"Carter we should go fin-.." his words were interrupted by a nearby explosion. For a brief moment he was up in the air. Time seemed to slow down at a notable speed, it was quite, Greg felt the hot air on his bare sweaty skin as it sent him up in the air and threw him back down on the harsh gravel. Hitting his head on the ground , it gave him a sudden headache, his shut his eyes, took a deep breathe and swallowed hard. He sat down, looking down checking for any injures. There was none, except for the sharp headache his having. He reached for the back of his head, rubbing his head roughly. "No blood..good" he said as he tried to catch his breath. His memory of the last fifteen minutes were vague. 

Looking around he saw Carter, Greg stood up and went straight to him. When he reached he asked "Are you o-" when Greg noticed a shard penetrated Carter in his leg. It was no simple injury nor a fatal one, "It's best we leave it untouched, it will prevent blood from coming out" Greg pointed. 

When Carter asked him to lead the way to find Brandon, Greg thought about it for a moment. "It's best if we head to Horace, that's probably where Brandon will most likely go to." Greg suggested. He knelt down and grabbed Carter's arm and placed it above his shoulder. Taking a deep breath. He pulled Carter up, helping keep his balance and supporting him to walk. "We ought to go now, this place will be swarming with those things." He said as he nodded to carter.