Jose narrowed his eyes as the small voice of a young girl reached his ears. Turning around, he saw a young girl standing in the middle of the hallway. That was good, it meant that he might have some assistance - on the other hand, she seemed a bit frail to be relied on. Her voice also unwittingly drew them towards her.

He shook his head. There were still ten zombies left. He shouted at the girl: [color=a0410d]"You, help me deal with the zombies that are left!" [/color]

His shout drew the attention of the remaining undead, who turned around and focused on him. He grit his teeth, and smashed his bleeding fists into the jaw of the nearest walker, and immediately pulled back to avoid getting grabbed by another. 

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