At the sound of a gun cracking, Wilhelm racked his bolt, thumbing the loose round from his hand and into the chamber in the process as he made a much quicker check behind the locked door than he hoped for. Encountering a walker on the other side, and with adrenalin fueling his desire to clear the building, he promptly stabbed it through the skull, the wrenched the spike so violently upwards that it tore a ragged gash out of its skull; the corpse schlumped to the ground as he quickly pocketed the meds he was after.

He then doubled-back to see a slightly elderly black 'gent with a rifle pointed into the breakroom, in some sort of heated high-stress discussion.

[color=f7976a][i]"Oi! If you turn-around, you'll be shot...."[/i][/color] He sighed, this was almost ridiculous... [color=f7976a][i]"Mind explaining what's in front of you that's got your boom-stick so out and trigger-happy?"[/i][/color] He asked, making sure the floor-plate on his magazine [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MgoZWQ1opDE]clattered that unmistakable sound of a well-used gun just a bit as he swung his fist upon it for emphasis[/url].