[color=lime][center][h1]Cole Anderson[/h1][/center][/color]

Right as he was about to start shooting, the door unexpectedly open behind him and Cole was suddenly off balanced. Then he was thrown to the ground by a man [@Remipa Awesome] who had seemingly opened the door. Cole dropped his Beretta, still clutching his knife as he heard the man say something before a stream of bullets whizzed past him. What the hell was happening? Was he shooting him, the zombies? 

Getting off his back once the hail of bullets ended, Cole looked up to see that the man seemed like he ran out of bullets for the moment. Seeing this as an opportunity to try to disarm the man before he started shooting Cole, he stood up, led with his shoulder and threw his whole weight into body checking him into the door. 

He wasn't aware of the situation of the man, and didn't quite care now as he saw a woman next to him. [@CandiBarr]She smiled a little when she saw him, or at least, didn't seem hostile. He remembered that he hasn't closed the visor for his helmet, so most of his face was still showing. Sometimes he forgot that he was deemed "famous". Sort of. Although he didn't have much time to reflect as he followed where her pistol was pointing, and it was at a walker who seemed newly turned.

[i][color=lime]She must be in shock[/color][/i] he thought to himself, as Cole took a step forward to save the two of them from getting eaten as he drove the knife straight into it's temple. The movement stopped from the walker, growing limp as he tried to pull the knife out. There was a zombie directly behind the walker he just stabbed, so Cole decided to pick the walker he had just killed by the collar and ram it into the one behind it. Pushing the pile of two walkers, he pulled out his knife as the two tumbled down the several stairs leading to the bottom. It seemed more people were down there, but they seemed to be doing fine. He'd deal with them soon enough he thought.

Coke reached down and picked up his pistol, pointing it at the doorway as his other hand held the knife, pointing toward the stairwell. He would try to take care of the zombie issue, but first he wanted to make sure he wasn't going to get shot in the back on his way. [color=lime]"Can we agree that those things are the problem and not each other? I'd care not to get shot, if that isn't asking much. I just want to stay alive at this point."[/color]