[center][h2][i][color=0054a6]CARTER PERKINS[/color][/i][/h2][/center] “Hold on.” Mike said, firmly pulling loose from Charlottes grasp. [color=0054a6]”Yeah, just what-“[/color] Carter started before Mike suddenly silenced him with a raised finger and a sharp [i]Shhhh![/i]. Carter started to protest, crowbar raised in one hand, then he heard the sounds from outside in the hallway. Someone shouted loudly, as well as a great crashing sound and struggling. Multiple shouts actually could be heard as well as the moans and growls of the undead outside. Not those at the door, but others. “Damn,” Mike barked ,”there’s more people out there! We have to save them!” [color=0054a6]”Hey don’t open that fucking door! Who knows how many of those things are out there! This is our only safe haven!”[/color] Carter waved his bloody crowbar frantically. This fool wasn’t honestly about to open the door for those things to come pouring in on them was he? In truth, Carter didn’t like him opening the door for these newcomers either, but it had all happened too fast for him to protest. “Move.” Mike said loudly, ignoring the indignant lawyer. He pushed past the blonde woman who had addressed him and stepped over to the control panel. [color=0054a6]”Don’t!”[/color] Carter yelled angrily. “Move!” Mike yelled, spinning around, drawing his pistol as the plexiglass door came sliding open, the angry snarls of the undead monsters plaguing their ears. Carter leapt aside and there was a sharp [i]bang![/i] as Mike fired his pistol. The lead zombie fell back into the other two limply, it’s body thudding to the floor. Mike fired again, the bullet striking the second undead in the chest, unfazing it as it snarled, it’s bloody teeth pressed against dead gray lips. Mike fired a third time, this time the second zombie collapsed noiselessly beside the first. Mike ran forward as the third undead, an elderly man in a black suit tried to step over its fallen companions. Mike surged through the door, delivering a swift kick into the mans’ torso and sent him reeling down onto the floor. The undead raised its head from the floor and released an angry growl. Mike leaned forward and fired a fourth time, killing the undead executioner style with a single shot. “Hey over here!” Mike yelled down the hall, turning in the direction of the sounds they had heard. Even in the dark he could make out the shapes of several people, caught in a death struggle with several more of the undead. He could see at least four people, a man and three women it seemed. “Come on hurry!” he yelled, his thick Australian accent echoing through the hall. He raised his gun and fired a fifth shot, the bullet striking the knee of one of the undead, bringing it down to a collapsed crouch position. Mike cringed as he heard angry shouts and savage screams in the distance. Firing his gun had apparently stirred up a proverbial hornets nest. “Let’s go now!” Inside the security room, Carter shuffled his feet nervously as he listened to the gunshots and shouting. More of those things would be coming, the shouting and gunshots would draw them in droves. That door needed to be shut now. [color=0054a6]”Fuck it! I’m closing the door! We aren’t safe!”[/color] he dropped his crowbar and made a dash for the control panel near the monitors. [center]____________________________________________________________________________[@Zoey White][@Heretic][@Vaeltaja][@Athol][@Slim Shady][/center]