That hand up was more than welcome, and he made readily made use of it to fully get back to his feet before starting to head toward the docking bay at a run. The faster they could get there, the better, in his mind.

He could hear the zombies groans grow more excited - well, if something not living could be excited, anyway. At any rate, the noises they made were louder. More numerous, too, as if homing in on the noise the gun had made.

"Aye, you're not joshing. Do ye think we'll be able to get past them to get there?"