He took note of the young lady’s accent, something from South America by his guess, but he’d never heard her accent specifically. [color=6b8e23]“I’ll be fine, ma’am… just fine.”[/color] Michael said between breaths, waving the young woman off. He’d appreciated the gesture, but now was not the time to be stopping. Not yet.

The older man followed behind the group through the quiet halls of the apartment building, serving as the rear guard. He could hear movement on something stomping around on the floors above, and assuming the worst, figured that having someone watch the rear was a good plan. 

Michael drew his firearm as a reflex when a survivor downstairs swore. He followed the young lady downstairs, raising his gun to the zombie, but stopping shy of shooting it when he realized it was already dead. [color=6b8e23]“... I’m gonna need something for my blood pressure by the time this is  over.”[/color] He muttered bitterly, as he lowered his gun towards the concrete, but didn’t holster it just yet.

As the group looked over the vehicles, Michael approached the transporter, unlocking the car and checking the back to ensure there weren’t to any surprise passengers. [color=6b8e23]“Anyone here know how to hotwire a car?”[/color] The older man asked when the lack of keys for the Volkswagon became evident, and much to his chagrin, no one volunteered themselves. He took this opportunity to lean on the side of the vehicle for a few moments, scratching his chin as he thought for a moment. [color=6b8e23]“Well, odds are the key’s still in the buildin’ somewhere.”[/color] He said, taking into account the fact that the car was still here, despite being unlocked. He paused for a moment longer, before starting back towards the stairs that had led them into the garage. 

After taking a moment to think about it, he turned back towards the kind young woman who’d seemed concerned for him earlier, and the elderly woman before that. It was awful of him to ask, but he wanted to be sure the keys ended up getting back to the group, and he knew trying to outrun a horde was a bad plan for himself, not that there were likely to be too many undead in the building. [color=6b8e23]“I’m gonna go reconnoiter, see if I can’t track down those keys. Mind joining me, ma’am?”[/color]