A bead of sweat slowly dripped down the side of Alex's face as that all too familiar rush of fear and excitement flooded his system. The pure adrenaline that only came from your life being endangered. He had in front of him about 9 shambelers, as well as one man down who'd be turning very shortly. Alex cursed under his breath. These idiots had drawn a lot of unwanted attention into a room with very limited exits. He had 3 options;

1: Leave them and go back the way he came. He could easily slip out unnoticed, but to do so would leave these people to their doom. [i]No.[/i]
2: Engage the zombies. Doing so would draw them to him, but in doing so, trapping himself and attracting more zombies. [i]No.[/i]
3: Get the people's attention, getting them to follow him down the route he had just come and attempt to lose the zombies. 

Alex grimaced. All of the plans were horrendous, but every second he spent deliberating was a second wasted. He had to save these people. He aimed his glock at the zombie closing in on the woman, before clocking what she was doing. She seemed to be luring the zombie in... As the thought processed, the zombie slipped and with remarkable speed, the woman drove something into the base of the creature's skull and with a quiver, it lay still. Applying the safety to his glock, he decided what he'd do. It'd probably be the worst decision he'd ever made, but he had to save these people without drawing in anymore zombies with gunfire. Taking a deep breath in, he yelled to the group.

[b]"HEY! UP HERE! THIS WAY!"[/b]