Watching the Junk man spear the undead beast, James looked around in case there were any others as the non-group of young adults managed to reach a car, which was just a regular sedan, though kind of dark green.

He opened the back driver's side door for the woman named Gwen saying, "ladies first," in a respectful kind of way.

Then he heard the plea for help, followed by the gutteral and familiar moans of the beasts. It took a moment, but James finally saw the guy with a knife being chased by a mob of those things. He tried to decide on which was more important, his own neck, or someone else's?

"I'm going to regret this," he said with a moan, and raised his pistol. He walked briskly, careful and patient as they approached. "Get in the vehicle," he ordered the running man, and motioned his head to the green sedan.

Seconds later tehe things were half a block away, and James considered which to shoot first.

Several yards left, and he shot his first target, what was once a well dressed business man, now crumpled to the ground, causing several others to trip and have a hard time getting back on their feet.

He studied them for a longer moment, and realized they had no idea how to stand back up, so he slipped his gun back into his waistband and ran back to the car, "let's go!" He ordered everybody.