As much as Shane wanted to arm himself with the shotgun, he knew that two rounds wasn't going to get him...them very far.  He ignored most of the other "weapons", except for the golf clubs.  They'd probably break after a few good whacks, but they could come in handy.  [color=green]"This can't be all we have,"[/color] he muttered to anyone who was listening.

He was about to suggest having everyone take an inventory of what they had and possibly pooling their resources when he heard shouting and moaning coming from outside.  As he stepped toward the door, he asked, [color=green]"Hey, what was that?!"[/color]

He approached the door's window and saw a veritable horde of zombies outside.  [color=green]"Fuck me."[/color]  He stepped away from the door as quickly as he could, taking care not to let his knee buckle.  He turned toward the group and stated, trying to control the shakiness in his voice,[color=green]"We got company.  Uh, a bunch of walkers, and...I think people.  I heard yelling right outside."[/color]  He held his crutch out in front of him, with the top of the crutch pointed outward, like a spear.  he doubted that he would be able to get enough leverage to get a good swing at any of the zombies, but maybe he could simply shove them out of the way while someone else mopped up.

Hopefully, everyone could think on their feet.