[color=cyan][center][h2]Cole Anderson[/h2][/center][/color]

Everything kind of happened in a bit of a whirl once Cole came banging on the door. He was rushed into the room as some security guard, he assumed, helped them in before he started putting bullets into the heads of three zombies that had been chasing him and Charlotte. The only thing he could really do was stand protectively over the woman while he watched the violence go on. It seemed justified, but it was horrifying as these were actual people with lives and families, trying to murder us out of the blue and getting shot like dogs. Something told him that this was worse than some serious case of bath salts.

Once the door had closed he breathed a sigh of relief, putting his back to the wall and tapping his fingers against his brass knuckles as he looked over at the control monitors. Grotesque images covered the screens, nothing but chaos, violence, and those things running amuck. This had slowly devolved from fire drill to emergency to fill out survival of the fittest in the last few minutes, and now they were stuck in this room with strangers while those things pounded on the door. Before he could turn his attention to Charlotte, the door opened again, and the security guard tried to help more people into the room. It seemed like it was going to get a bit crowded after all, but it was comforting seeing actual normal human beings. They could sure use the help.

As the people were coming through, the other man in the room who had argued with the security guard went to shut the door on the people coming it. His conscience wouldn’t allow it, he couldn’t just stand by and watch people die. After all, he was himself let in and could have been left to die. So he came up behind the man and grabbed his around the waist, yanking him away quickly from the controls before he had a chance to push them. [color=cyan]”Not so fast asshole, this isn’t all about you.”[/color]

This led to a bit of cursing and an elbow to Cole’s face, which in his profession as nothing unusual as he reared his head back and shook off the daze. He grabbed his arm, pinning it behind the man as the MMA fighter grabbed the back of the man’s head and slammed it into the desk, pressing it against it and keeping his arm very painfully pinned back.

[color=cyan]”Charlotte! Make sure you close that thing once everybody gets in, and not a second sooner or later. I’ll keep this guy in check. And you, you piece of shit. If you so much as look at me funny I’ll break your arm in five places and throw you out there with them, you hear me? You’re lucky I don’t do it now after that stunt.”[/color]