[i]Abel O'Connell[/i]

Trying hard to keep his eyes both on where he was placing his feet and the people ahead of him was proving more difficult than he had anticipated, and it wasn't long before he looked back up and saw one of them seemingly nod at him.

“Shit.” He swore under his breath. No turning back now, no other direction but forwards either. The Gob's were all over the place. He ran up and down cars, sometimes jumping from one to the other and sometimes having to make a small sprint from one to the next. His palms were sweating heavily and once again he wished he'd worked out more before everything went to shit. He feared his gun would slip from his hand. Nearing an intersection Abel ran towards it and watched as the small crew fought off the dead and was surprised when one of them turned around and started back in his direction.

The stranger reached the intersection first and with Gob's closing in all around him he quickly hopped up onto a SWAT truck, killing the undead SWAT team member on top of it and giving Abel a wave. With the space between him and the dead getting ever smaller Abel  made one last sprint and got to the intersection, quickly raising his gun and firing off into the closest Gob's head. The closeness of him and the target meant he didn't have to be anything close to a decent-shot to hit what he wanted to and he watched as the thing's brain matter shot out the back of it's head in a mushroom pattern. He fired off two more rounds, dropping two before he couldn't afford to shoot any more of them without getting bitten. He ran, hopping up onto the hood of the truck and climbing onto the roof, doing a small roll and landing right next to the stranger. 

“Thanks for the idea, name's Abel...” He breathed heavily, catching his breath.  “You have any clue how we're getting out of this alive?”