A little wary about the truck, Evan had decided it wasn't the best choice to split off fro his current group, especially in this situation. He lobbed his fist towards another zombie that rushed his figure. [i]They're fast..[/i] he thought as the brass knuckles pounded their way through the skull, destroying the brain instantly. Evan kicked over a trash can, causing it to topple along its side, making a small inconvenience for the infected. They weren't very smart, so this may buy the group a little more time. Any other stragglers left behind to chase them would be faced with a small obstacle now.

"So we're just going to run straight out? All right." Evan remained close, waiting for the lead of the rest before running towards the truck.