It all happened rather quickly, the hordes were cornering them, undead arms outstretched to feast upon their meals. Several of those in the car decided to bail, Armor was out of the truck, 'Save Me' was running behind him, as were a couple others.

So James took a moment and looked over his Walther PPS. He had eight rounds left, he sighed thinking to be foolish to make a stand and looked at the others who had yet to leave, " Follow the leader," he told them jokingly and grabbed his pack before running in the direction of the small park where the others were going, and where several stragglers of the northern herde had deviated.

He climbed atop a small playground for a better vantage point, noting the hordes couldn't do much else but shuffle awkwardly. Firing his weapon at a nearby member of the undead, James decided to picket his weapon, and yelled out for those outside of the car, "go to the buildings!" He said, pointing to the ones a block over, particylularly one that seemed a little extra barricaded, called Modell's Sporting Goods.