Wright had helped a little bit with moving furnature to blockade the stairwell, and went into a couple rooms cautiously as the others talked.
As he tried one door, he heard some noises coming from the inside. Occupied, then...
He gave it a knock. "This is city police! Please open the door!" he yelled. Completely true, that.
He heard some footsteps that stopped a couple seconds later.
"Come on, open the door!"
No response.
He tried it and found it unlocked. Swinging it in, he found...
The gaping maw of a middle aged man groaning with the most bitter stench coming outwards.
"SON OF A-" He brought up his crowbar, smacking the zombie in the jaw with a sickening crack of crowbar meeting bone, and slammed the door.
"We got one in here!" he yelled down the hall.