Drake thought frantically as his mind reeled from what had just happened. Relief washed over him as he fell through the glass doors. A figure, with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes, stood in front of him. The only thing that ruined the image was the sight of a revolver that covered her pale face. Then the shrieks resounded in Drake's head. Turning back towards the door, Drake could see as the outside glass door began to crack and bow. From their pure weight, those corpses were about to destroy the door. 

"Shit..." the sound escaped his lips, its baritone reverberations travelling throughout the lobby. "There's gotta be one of those, there has to be one." Talking to himself, Drake ran over to the main desk. Behind it was the door to the security room, which had thankfully been left open. Opening the heavy steel door, Drake jumped back as a lumbering corpse fell through. Kicking the biting corpse away, Drake called out to the woman.

"Damn, didn't know that people kept them as pets. Can you take care of that one while I take care of the ones outside?" Drake didn't care if she had heard him or not. His mind, completely and utterly focused, raced through the dials, keyboards, and circuits within the room. Apparently that guard had the same idea as Drake did, as the circuitry for it had been ripped out, presumably at the same time that the guard's side had been ripped out. Taking out a pair of wire cutters, Drake set to work, quickly and efficiently he cleaned up the mess that the now zombified guard had left. 

Praying, Drake connected the condominium's backup generator to the steel shutters that were on the inside of the lobby's glass walls. The metal shrieked as the low power from the generator painfully urged them to move. Then, like a tidal wave, the steel shutters slammed down. Turning around just in time, Drake could see as a zombie's face was plastered against the inside door to the Lobby. Sighing, he spoke to the woman. The guard now still at her feet, blood splattering the ground.

"To answer your question, my name is Frederick Rezin, but if you wouldn't mind, please call me Drake. As for where I came from, well, it would have been the same place as our lovely guests out their." A frown settled on Drake's face as he thought about those two poor souls that had tried to jump him only thirty minutes ago. "Some idiots tried to attack, thus alerting said horde that is waiting outside." Turning around, Drake began to clean up the guard's room, looking for anything that he could find helpful. Mostly just a flashlight, some batteries, and some 10mm ammo.

"How about you? What's your name and why are you here?" Drake's electric blue eyes burrowed themselves into the girls own cerulean eyes.