Fred was confused about all the fuss when they came, the people manning the gates seemed to be agitated, all looking overhead and only keeping the people in the truck in the periphery of their thought. With a few hops the man was on top of the truck and was looking back, and giggled. "Shouldn't have honked. They didn't just bring knife fork and spoon, they also tucked in a napkin and called the whole family! Getting down and back in the truck's seat beside the driver he slapped him on the shoulder while grabbing some miscellaneous stuff in it; a few of his casings and turning off the radio. "Scared, pussy? Don't worry! We'll be fine. You're only alive because some bastard with a shit sense of humour on the sky wanted you to be, and I don't think he'll suddenly get a good sense of humour so you're good dude. If this goes tits up I ain't taking the blame though." With that said he got behind the walls, trying his best not to wet himself. Why was he scared? An idea struck him that quickly got most of his fear removed. 

"I'll be right back, I'll just uh... prepare and shit." He said, hoping all the people rushing to the walls wouldn't see that he was striding in the opposite direction. When he got home he grabbed some of his food, picked up his plants and other assorted tidbits he'd need and put them on his boat, and turned on the engine. The walls would hold, of course they would! But they might not. They will, but they might not. Of course there were a few more... things he had about the house he wanted to put on his boat in case he would go to run the fuck away but so long as the couple in his house and others were alive head rather not pull at them. No need for the nosy bastards to know what they had no business knowing. Finally he ran back in and put on a bycicle helmet, then he grabbed some books, bits of metal shit and anything else he could get to tape on himself should the fuckers out there try to bite him. Soldier boys thought their uniforms and vests could help them but they wouldn't mean shit. He never heard of nobody getting bit or even scratched in the torso by a ghoul, but a toothy fucker would easily get your arms and legs, or even your face if they pinned you down. Even a chunk of cardboard on his knee would save your ass in a pinch, or bite rather. 

Finally he ran back, probably looking a bit like an idiot he realized but he'd certainly be a living idiot. Finally he got back with his pistol loaded and the laser sight on, getting to the walls. The ghouls were almost in proper firing distance although he thought he heard a few panicking shots of maybe sharpshooters but people were waiting for them to be just a little closer to let her rip. He just hoped none of those big shits would be around, they might just ram through the walls. He took aim and prayed to Jesus or Allah or whoever was listening the walls wouldn't collapse. This was a nice place, he'd hate to leave it.