The only three people to survive the first floor massacre were the only ones willing to go back.  It immediately said something about each of their character to Dallen, as he gave a nod for the help.  The five of them went back to the armory, each getting a weapon and a short tutorial on how to use them.  Or rather, how not to shoot yourself.

"Do not!  I repeat, DO NOT shoot me!!" Briggs told them all as distinctly as he could.  "Only fire at the dead!!  We don't even know if they can be killed yet!"

[color=steelblue] "That's first," [/color] Dallen said.  [color=steelblue] "We lure one into the staircase with us, then we figure out if we can kill it."  [/color]  He already hated referring to the dead walkers as 'it', but they definitely weren't human anymore.

"And if we can't kill it..." Briggs took over.  "...we run back to you.  You are our back-up.  Don't kill us, please!"  

Once the group all had their weapons ready, they were granted access through the stairwell, all of them taking their own pace as they descended further down the building and closer to what could easily be all of their deaths.  Other than each of their voices, it was dead silent going down the dark stairs.  

Briggs led the way down, he kept a slow pace and held an automatic shotgun before him.  A flashlight was attached at the end of the weapon, showing the way forward for all of them.  He was a silent and loyal man, though has been referred to as a teddy bear to those closest to him.  His mind was focused on the task before them, but he couldn't help the thoughts of his family that kept pouring into his mind.  So many people were dead, he knew he had to keep his mind sharp and his eyes trained.

Dallen trailed behind him, he took a belt holster and equipped it with a glock 43.  In his hand he carried a security baton that extended, while he also took a tactical knife that was stuck on the other end of his belt.  He walked nearest to Elizabeth.

[color=steelblue] "Thank you," [/color] he said to her, but really meant that to all of them.  He didn't know the little girl he was going to try to help, but it gave him some hope that others out there would help a little girl that was trapped no matter what.  He hoped someone was helping his daughter, that she was safe somewhere.  [color=steelblue] "To escape yesterday and volunteer to go back to help someone else, it says a lot.  I apparently misjudged you.  I thought you were just a wild, drunk party girl." [/color]  He had dealt with very similar dui cases in the past, and couldn't help his judgements.  He spoke plainly because things were different now.  [Color=Steelblue] "Nice to know which of us has a backbone." [/color]