Shane glanced downward at the Glock that the young woman beside him revealed.  [color=green]"Nice,"[/color] he whispered, flashing a slight smile himself.  He'd never fired a handgun in his life, but he was confident that this woman knew what she was doing as he noticed her deftly click off the safety.

[color=#F52887]"After all...what's the number one rule in Zombieland?"[/color]  With that display of bravado, the woman was out the door, jogging ahead of him.  And before he could move through the door, the waif woman he saw earlier rushed past him as well.  Shane grimaced slightly and muttered, [color=green]“Son of a bitch…”[/color]  He had hoped to take the lead, using his crutch to push zombies from their path.  But he knew that he would only slow them down, anyway, so he settled with covering the rear.  He had the feeling he’d be doing this kind of thing a lot…

Upon exiting, he spied someone getting into the van, a military man, by the looks of it.  He knew that ‘Zombieland’ and whoever she found were behind the van.  If ‘The Colonel’ over there decided to leave, (if he even could) they’d all be wide open.  The blaring car alarm certainly wasn’t helping things.  His first instinct was to run to the van to get ‘The Colonel’s’ attention, but he knew that he wouldn’t be able to make it; he’d only tried running once before, and he not only looked ridiculous doing it, but he didn’t move very quickly.  Running was out of the question.  Throwing something could be seen as an act of aggression, so that was out, too.  He would have to call out to him, drawing attention to both himself and ‘Waif-girl’.  He sighed and was about to call out before Waif-girl spoke:  [color=bc8dbf]”I don't suppose anyone has a plan?”[/color]

He glanced in her direction and saw her removing her pants.  He quickly averted his eyes.  [i]When you gotta go, you gotta go,[/I] he supposed.  Holding his free hand in front of his eyes, he replied, [color=green]”I’m going to try to get The Colonel’s attention.  You can…I dunno…”[/color]  Before he could think of anything, the girl ask if anyone had a light.  Shane ventured a glance back and saw that she was now holding a Molotov cocktail.  He shrugged hopelessly, knowing he didn’t have one…  [color=green]”No, but keep it around.  We could use it later.”[/color]

He then turned his attention to The Colonel, and tried to shout over the alarm,  [color=green]”HEY!  THERE’RE PEOPLE BEHIND YOU!”[/color]  He then quickly added, [color=green]”LIVING PEOPLE!”[/color]