[i][u][b]Alex - Gym Hall[/b][/u][/i]

The situation was ... fuck if Alex knew. It was downright fucked up. Out of the frying pan and into the... hungering jaws of the undead? In this particular situation, the former seemed the more pleasant. It seemed the woman who had fired the shots had frozen, before being dragged down kicking and screaming. The other casualty, the man dressed in what Alex recognized as the uniform of a military doctor, had seemed to enter some sort of blood lust, killing several shambelers before they eventually brought him down.
Alex was no stranger to death. He'd seen people die before, but never like this. It was one thing seeing someone get limbs blown off by an IED, but it was a whole new nightmare when they were being ripped off by former people. Former friends and family... It made him sick. Would there ever be more to his life than suffering and death?

He was torn from his reverie as the 4 remaining survivors of the group rushed to him. A staggeringly tall white woman, an also impressively tall Hispanic woman, a young girl and an elderly lady. They made quite a group and if not for the circumstances, probably would have been considered amusing! 

"I don't suppose you have some way to barricade any of these doors [i]really[/i] fast, do you?" 

The question came from the Hispanic lady, a hopeless chuckle following. This was where Alex worked best. Despite being emotionally unstable, everything he had been through had given him the ability to keep his cool and think clearly even in the most intense situations. 

Alex glanced around. The walkers were more than content with their newest spoils and had almost seemed to have lost interest in the survivors. That was good. That gave them time. The door he had burst through could be easily barricaded from the other side, but with what? Just as he was about to suggest fleeing, a glaringly obvious fact sprung into his head. They were in a gymnasium. There was an abundance of light, wooden benches used for gymnastics scattered around. They could grab a couple, take them through the door before closing it and jam it from the other side. Bingo.

Alex turned back to the group, a concise and militant tone entered his voice.

"Guys, those casualties have bought us time. We can grab a couple of those wooden benches, take them through the door and block it from the other side. If there are no issues with that, it'll be me and you grabbing the benches." Alex nodded at the Tall white girl. Although both of the middle aged women seemed fit, he'd chosen the white girl on a few characteristics he'd picked up on a quick observation. Her giant, lean physique and seemingly stained hands boasted physical strength, whilst the sneering, yet determined look on her face told Alex she wouldn't back down from a challenge.

He'd ideally would have wanted 2 people to go along with himself and the woman as guards, but looking back at the 3 remaining, it seemed the ideal wasn't an option. He doubted they'd have time to make two trips before the walkers clocked onto them. One of them would have to go alone.

The Hispanic woman seemed capable, yet the other two, he wasn't sure. The elderly woman looked as if she were on her last legs. The young girl looked as though she'd been through just as many nightmares as he had. Maybe more. Yet she was just a child. They had a gun between them, but would they be efficient with it? Would he trust his life to them? Scowling inwardly, he realized he didn't have a choice. They had entrusted their lives to him and he in turn, would have to do the same.

Alex motioned to the Hispanic woman "You'll go with Blondie and guard her." He then turned to the other two, "You two will cover me from here." He took a brief moment to let it sink in before addressing the group again.

"We need to be quick. Let's do this right and get out alive. Any questions?"