Tzofia had introduced herself. "Tzofia Meier, formerly your equivalent of what I believe is a Captain in the IDF, now platoon commander in Magnum Security- as if that matters anymore."

But right now was not the time for remembering introductions. Things had been peaceful for what seemed but a fleeting moment right before everything went straight to hell in a handbasket. Somebody had started shooting, and then more had started shooting, and suddenly the undead were pouring into the building.

She'd caved in two skulls before she really realized what was happening, and froze for a moment until another zombie burst into her sight. The sight of the shambling corpse spurred her into action, and she whipped out her Glock- putting a bullet in the zombie's skull. Running past the now actually dead undead, she saw... Brandon, that was it, grappling with another zombie. Just as she was about to pull her own gun and shoot, a heavy weight settled on her shoulder and she whirled instinctively, narrowly avoiding a bite to the neck from the ghoul. Hissing, she smashed her elbow into the putrescent face and brought her tomahawk around to cleave into its temple.

A burst of gunfire to the side caught her attention and she saw the zombie trying to bite Brandon collapse, its head little more than a few vestigial pieces of skull after having a full magazine dumped straight into it. She shot him a hostile look at the waste of ammunition before running to check on Brandon. He was alive, thankfully. She stood up and walked around a corner, checking to make sure there weren't any unpleasant surprises lurking behind it.

"And stop shooting that damn gun. It's only gonna draw more.

She looked back around the corner, the old Colonel had apparently volunteered to protect Brandon. 

What a [i]grand[/i] idea, have an injured person protect the [i]other[/i] injured person, there was no way that could backfire!

She rushed back into the room, "I'll get him, you focus on staying alive."

"We cant stay here anymore! This place has been compromised! We better leave out the back door!". 

She looked towards the sound of the voice, "No shit, Sherlock." She muttered under her breath, just one of the American expressions she'd picked up in her time here. "Next thing he'll be telling us not to let the undead bite us, because that might be bad." Running back over to Brandon, she shouted towards Greg/Mr. Trigger Happy/or whoever was listening, "I've got Brandon, you just keep them off us!"

"C'mon, up you go." She murmured as she hauled Brandon to his feet before looking back to the Colonel, "You ready?"