Brandon got up. He grunted from the pain, but he managed to prop h8mself up on the wall. "Hora–acce!" The word came out like a hiss, mostly from the immense pain. His head was still throbbing, his heart was beating fast. It was, quiet, but to him, his heart sounded like tiny explosion, were going off in his head. But throughthe noise, he could still hear the groans, of the monstrosities outside. Except this one was, closer. "Shit." As he turned around it toppled onto him, it's elbow, jamming into his side. His combat knife was the closest thing. He couldn't reach it. "Horace! God damnit! Help!" Brandon tried pushing it back with his feet, but the skin and bone was so decayed, his shoes sank into it, and did nothing. "Damnit." The throbbing in his head came back, and he was slowly running out of energy. He felt his grip againts the zombie loosen, and heard footsteps coming through. "'Bout time Horace." He wispered to himself as he saw someone come running through. His grip loosened and his vision became fuzzy.