'Go to the buildings!' Gun man yelled. 
'Good idea,' Josh muttered. But with the amount of creatures around him, groaning with their half-rotten faces, like the dead had just decided to up and start walking- that's it! 'Walkers, damn, of course. That sounds better.' Then Josh decided that he probably had better things to do than think about the proper definitions for these monsters, and saw a gap in the slowly thinning horde. He darted through, and ran for his goddamn life, aiming for the shop that sold (used to sell, probably) sporting goods. He hoped to hell that the others could make it through the same gap, but in the end it was looking after no.1 and that shit. There were a few outside the shop, which he started dispatching as quickly as possible.