[center][b]South East - Peter Táo[/b][/center]

The previous minutes fell into something of a whirlwind, yet the F.A.S. Trooper's gaze remained fixated upon the most pressing threats. Any hesitations would have instantly cost precious time; a precious commodity they sorely lacked and as the chainsword wielding mutant fell, the specialist immediately swung towards the approaching, stairwell-climbing mutants. His finger squeezed the trigger as his aim pointed towards what appeared to be legs. [i]Disgusting as all hell[/i] as he thought as he emptied his rounds into an unfortunate mutant. Regrettably, that still left the remaining mutants and their advancing positions screamed of a mortal close-quarters encounter, something Peter earnestly wished to avoid.

“Come on you three, we really gotta fucking move,” Peter shouted as he rammed a fresh clip into his rifle, “We can't stay here and I've still got visuals on freddy-mutes moving up the stairwells! Fire and maneuver if you have to!” 

Steadily, the Washington native rose and proceeded to climb the stairwell as he eyed both the chain-sword and nearing mutants. For a moment, time seemed to slow as he attempted to carefully advance above and past James whilst swivel aiming down his rifle sights. As he climbed, his vision narrowed upon the advancing mutants before his finger once again wrapped around the trigger ...