When Horace came to mention that someone needs to stay with Carter, A sudden chill ran down Greg's spine, he was afraid of the thought of going out alone. He knew that going out alone is dangerous, and most likely deadly. But Greg didn't want to be selfish, leaving Carter alone here would probably mean his death. "Yes you're right, you stay with him then" Greg nodded. As Horace helped Carter stand up and limb him to the 2nd floor. Greg put down his backpack, grabbing only essential things. three mags for the M16, a bottle of water, and three protein bars. Greg was famished after all that running and shooting. He laid his backpack near a counter. He didn't want any dead weight. 

Greg sipped from his water bottle, and ate two of the protein bars afterwards.  Leaving one for the trip to find Brandon. It will probably ease his nerve while walking in this living hell. He drank The whole bottle and threw it down. Now he needed to piss. Greg checked if everything is set. The M16 hanging by his shoulders, his machete and combat knife sheathed. The 9mm handgun was with Carter, but he didnt bother to claim it back. 

Right before Greg head out, Horace called, making a joke that was totally inappropriate at the moment. But it eased Greg's mood. Greg chuckled silently. Horace gave him his cavalry lance afterwards. "That's awfully nice of you. Thanks" Greg smiled. It was a bit heavy, but it will be very useful Greg thought. Greg looked back at Horace and carter one last time and cried "Pray for me!". 

He turned around and opened the door, the scent of rot and blood quickly ran through his nose. He thought about going back to his backpack to pick his gas mask, but thought not. It would make his vision narrower and vague. It isn't worth it. 

He stepped outside. "Brandon you better be alive." He muttered.