"Uh, what the hell?" Culver mumbled, looking up from the ball he was dejectedly tapping against a wall. Holding his lucky hockey stick at his side, he tentatively peered around the corner at the sound of automatic gunfire. His eyes widened as he took in the gate, lying crushed under the wheels of a heavy SUV, and the geeks coming through and biting anyone foolish enough to stand close. The Marines were putting up a decent fight, but stress and fatigue had obviously worn down their combat ability. Not to mention the sheer number of geeks pouring through this small opening.

Culver considered himself a brave man, but he also considered himself to be a pragmatic one. Obviously, the best thing to do was get out of there, at least temporarily. Maybe the Marines would rally and fight off the geeks and repair the breached defenses. Maybe. Until then, it might be a good idea to gather some supplies, maybe a few more people, a vehicle. Then head inland. One of those he knew where to find. He had been signing autographs at the motor pool the previous day, and noticed that the military vehicles required no keys, just the push of a button. Some of them were probably still fueled.

He had to get to work. The resistance at the front gate would crumble here in a moment. "Time to be a hero," he said with a grin as he ran out, flagging down the first person he saw. "Follow me! I know where to get wheels!" he commanded like he was out on the rink.