Carter, awakened by the ruckus groaned and picked his weapon off of the ground by him. "Horus..." He sighed, making sure the submachinegun was loaded. 15 rounds and 6 more 30 round mags... It wasn't a lot for an automatic weapon but it'd keep them safe for a while. The old colonel slowly got into a standing position, gasping with pain as it shot up leg like a bolt of lightning. "Shut up and get Greg... We've gotta move. I'll protect Brandon." He leaned back against the wall and rose his weapon, waiting for any more of the undead to make it through a window. "And stop shooting that damn gun. It's only gonna draw more."