Michael froze for a half of a second as everything happened so quickly, and he took in the area around him. No one was moving, while those freaks had arrived and were getting closer. The fact that the young woman next to him was stunned wasn’t a surprise, [color=6b8e23]“You! Take whoever’s mobile, and start moving to the second story!”[/color] Michael shouted to Claudia, with that voice of authority used by non-commissioned officers everywhere that he hadn’t used in nearly forty years. He turned back to face the contested area at the front of the bar, and took in the sight. This wouldn’t be such a hard choice if he had more than fourteen bullets, but the situation was what it was. In a single, smooth motion, he drew his old, but well-maintained service pistol, and leveled it. [color=6b8e23]“Fall back! Now!”[/color] He shouted to the survivors, as he leveled his gun. He took a breath, exhaled, and as his lungs empted, he squeezed the trigger, and that distinct bang echoed through what was left of the bar.

The driver zombie’s head snapped back as the two-hundred and thirty grain piece of lead blew parts of the damned thing's brain matter across the car’s seats. He started walking back, as he shouted to the survivor. [color=6b8e23]”You’re about to lose your cover if you can’t get out of there in the next ten seconds!”[/color] He called, as he started walking backwards, trusting the girl and the other survivors to keep his back covered. He was lucky with how the driver zombie stayed content to remain dead, but that said nothing for the growing horde making it’s way towards them. 

Were he a younger man, he would’ve been right there next to that man, trying to get the elderly woman out. But Bennett didn’t have the strength, speed, or bullets to buy the man more time than what he’d offered. Not to mention, the older woman’s legs had probably been broken beyond the point of saving, and unfortunately, he wasn’t about to risk multiple people who were useful for one who wasn’t. As many people needed to get out of here as possible, and unfortunately it wasn’t worth risking multiple lives and the only gun in the room for one crippled elderly woman.

Bennnett’s pace kept steadily towards the room’s other door as he set his sights on the next-closest zombie for a moment, waiting until Claudia and the others were through. [color=6b8e23]“You’re out of time, big man! Fall back!”[/color] He ordered the survivor, and after a tense moment, he relented. As the zombies drew closer, and the strapping young man reluctantly left the room, Michael looked the elderly woman in the eyes. He could see that pain and fear, and he wasn’t about to let her suffer while these damned things tore her apart. [color=6b8e23]“God forgive us.”[/color] He muttered, as he switched his point of aim, and granted mercy with his handgun before falling through the doorway.