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

The benches -as Blondie had pointed out- were in a nearby closet. Which, in itself, wasn't the problem. The nearby living corpses chomping on the recently deceased, however, were. Although being as engrossed as they were, didn't present much of an issue. Yet that wouldn't affect his concentration. The main rule of any situation, combat or no, is to never get complacent. Complacency means death.

He watched as Blondie quickly packed her bat away into her bag. If he was honest, he'd been impressed by not only her so far, but the entire group. Some people (Mainly civilians) don't like being ordered around and could be defiant, even in the face of death. Yet this unlikely group had listened and had so far reacted well.  

[i]"Right there, our benches. But we need to absolutely silent about it, mate, else we drop something. We don't want any dinner bells ringing now do we?"[/i]

He nodded back at her, happy she was on the same train of thought. With that, she set off for the closet. Alex quickly patted down his webbing so make sure it was all done up, then quickly set after her. 

Having set off a few seconds after her, Alex's eyes widened in shock as he quickly spotted the two barely held together corpses bumbling towards Angie as she set the benches down.

Before he could yell a warning and presumably kill them all, Alex's training subconsciously kicked in. He moved across the hall as if a ghost, boots barely making a noise as each step landed. He snuck up behind the first woman, lagging slightly behind the second. Placing one hand on her chin, and the other on her forehead, he sharply yanked her head to the side. Alex almost yelped in surprise as it's head came clean off. The stench of death and decay seeping from the gaping hole almost overwhelmed him at such a proximity and it took all his self control not to puke as he dropped the severed head. Having been momentarily thrown off, he had been unable to grab the corpse and lower it to the floor. Luckily, the remains had slumped to the floor, making little noise.

Nearly, but not having quite lost his momentum, he drew his bayonet, thrusting it into the back of the skull of the next zombie just before it could reach Blondie. Yanking it out with savage determination, he quickly wiped away the gore before looking to her, urgency and alarm evident in his eyes.

"We need to go. NOW."

He picked up 2 of the benches the woman had put down, trusting himself to his guardian angels over watching with the pistol. Following Blondie back to the stairs, he set the two down next to the original. Alex had originally planned to head back down, but looking around he realized they were out of time. The corpses of the recently fallen were all but gone and the hall was more crowded than ever. He grabbed the two benches he'd set down and ran through the door, laying the benches down on the other side. Hopefully Blondie had grabbed the last one and come after him.

Benches through, he turned to the group, doing a quick headcount before ushering them through the door. The sooner they got the bastard blocked the better.