I shrug, "looks like they failed since they aren't here anymore." I whisper as I walk outside the saferoom. My gun is raised and I am poised for attack. The zombies don't look our way...yet. I can see the jockey. I appears to be oblivious and I scale the wall to avoid him. I head towards the stadium carefully and quietly. But then one of the zombies spots me and I am force to kill him with my sword. I sever his head and his last roar alerts all of the zombies around him. Well shit.