[quote]"Hey, need some help?"[/quote]

Vincent glanced over his shoulder again to see a guy with a deadpan look on his face. He already had a bad feeling about the stranger. One of the zombies he had seen must have spotted him as it was lumbering towards him. Before life this zombie couldn't have been much older than a freshman in college, but now it was just an undead thing hungry for flesh. He frowned at the situation. Maybe trying to stop at a bar other people were going to was a bad idea. Where the living congregated, the undead would definitely seek out.

Vincent stepped away from the door and faced the zombie. The way it moved, meant it could be easily outmaneuvered. He trusted himself to be agile enough to get past it. His heart pounded with a mixture of nervousness and excitement. He dashed between it and the wall and the zombie clumsily stumbled towards him reaching at him, but it couldn't keep up with his speed and tripped. Vincent got behind the zombie before it could collect itself, grabbed it by the hair, and slammed it head first into the corner of the bar using his and its body weight to take it out.

Vincent let go and watched the zombie slide down the wall and crumble to the ground. He took in a deep breath and let it out. He faced the knife-wielding stranger and smiled. Taking out the zombie was somewhat satisfying. [b]"I'm good, thanks. Better get to safety before more come."[/b] At this point he heard moaning and shuffling not too far off and glanced over a few cars to see a small horde of zombies headed for the bar. [b]"Well..."[/b] He trailed off as if he were to say something else, but held back.

Vincent got onto the opposite side of a van and got low enough that he could see through the windows to get a decent view of the horde. He needed an escape route. The bar wasn't a good option. There were a few alleys, but the street was wide open. There was no telling how far the zombies would chase him if he was spotted. He looked around for options and found about a hundred feet away a turned over truck. At the moment, the stranger - while a risk - was not first and foremost in his mind.

The truck was not perfect cover, but it would hide him from the horde and allow him time to find other options. Hopefully there were no surprises behind that truck. He kept crouched and sneaked away from the horde keeping near the parked vehicles and a cautious eye over his shoulder. Whoever was in that bar would have to find their own way out of the trouble coming their way, because even if he wanted to there was no way Vincent would be able to help.