Michael struggled with the zombie for a few moments, before something he couldn’t fully make out rushed it and tackled it off of him, and heard the crash of pottery shattering. He staggered out a couple of steps from the rough jerk, however he was able to recover his footing quickly as he turned to face whatever had just happened.

When he turned, he saw Claudia on the ground as the zombie pushing itself up from the small table it had fallen across. Without a word, he brought his pistol in his now-freed right arm to bear, leveling it at the zombie while it still staggered it’s way to it’s feet, and squeezed the trigger.

The gunshot in such a confined space was louder than any other sound they’d made in the hallway by a mile, but he figured they’d been noticed anyways. The .45 ACP round tore a hole through it’s head, causing it to fall over backwards, but then it started to get back up. Deciding not to give it a chance, he walked over to it, and stomped on it’s head with his combat boots. The thing was still moving, it’s face a mess of blood, broken bone, and teeth as it tried to get up after the first stomp, but it finally stopped moving after he gave it a second stomp.

With that dealt with, he turned back towards Claudia, walking over and offering her a hand up. [color=6b8e23]“Are you alright, ma’am?”[/color] He asked, and after a few moments, he said  a simple “[color=6b8e23]Thank you, ma’am. That could’ve turned real poorly, real fast.”[/color] He said, as he ended up eventually checking his coat. The thing’s teeth didn’t penetrate the tough leather, but he could feel the bruises underneath from the force of the bite. Aside from that, he was slightly winded, but otherwise fine.