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Grigori relaxed, but only enough to lower the gun. He still kept it clutched tightly in one hand, and his gaze lingered warily on the injured man. He wasn't going to back down just because this man said the one on the table wasn't bitten. Until Murdock had seen the raw data, he wouldn't be convinced.

Drusilla let out an uneasy breath, what was she supposed to do? Sng to him? Lullabyes weren't jumping to mind right now and she didn't have any antidepressants on her. She flushed the last of hers before this bullshit happened. Maybe...she started running her fingers through the soldiers hair with one hand and rubbing his shoulder and upper arm with the other. It always relaxed her ex's when they'd had stressful days, maybe it would carry over through the veil of sleep.

Conor gripped the SSG Commando in his palms, first switching it to single fire rate, as suggested by Patrick. He followed them up to the roof exit, hearing the scratching at the exit he stepped back down a few steps, he knew that would not be able to hold them forever.

He nodded as the Irishman explained his short plan, "Yeah I took the fire exit up from the fifth floor, or was it sixth, oh well not much different eh? And I agree we should barricade the stairs down by the eleventh level, cause I honestly don't think this roof exit will hold 'em for much longer."

He stepped down the stairs, slowly and carefully. He reached the eleventh floor access door and stopped. "Should we just grab some junk and pile it up here on the staircase?"

"Hah!"

The Irishman exclaimed, slapping Zack across his back with pride.

"Now there's a plan! If ya know how ta do it, mate, go for it."

He looked to the sides to see if there were any other exits that might be made use of. The fire escape happened to be both intact and clear for the moment, looking down into the alley he saw his motorcycle still in one piece, though scratched and dented heavily.

"Mary... I'll come get ya I swear..."

After finding only windows that were clearly too high up to jump from or through, he shrugged and returned to them.

"The only way up or down is through the stairs in front of us an' behind us. If ya can seal off the upper route, then we'll be able ta secure a path to the fire escape on this floor, most o' the standard rottin' bastards don't know how ta climb very well, what with most of their motor skills gone. We'll hold our ground here for a moment while ya patch up that door, Zack. Afterwards, we'll go report in ta Captain Sunshine downstairs and the Cheer Brigade."

Zack nodded to the congratulations and smiles, with a slight grin himself. He started combining the wires and metal to help with sparking the heated electricity, then began with the speed heating of the metal of the door, sauterizing it closed. After a few minutes of heated work, himself sweating slightly and fingertips burned, he turned back to the other two, shook the electricity off, his tazer still charged for a decent amount of usage, nodding. "We're good," he replied. His fingertips were burned, but he'd suffered worse before as a car mechanic/ auto body worker. This was a minor annoyance.

Conor nodded and followed them in close pursuit as they made their way down the stairs, he kept his eyes and ears wide open and clear, listening and looking for zombies. The last thing they needed was to be snuck up on. His SSG still being tightly gripped in his palms, he didn't feel safe enough yet to let go of it.

Patrick led the way as the three of them returned to the tenth floor hallway. Though the fires seemed to have died down in the stair well for the moment, the undead did not appear to be continuing their onslaught.

As the Irishman entered into the light shining in from windows to the side rooms that they passed from the stairs up, he yelled out.

"Don't shoot! I'm not drunk enough yet ta meet my maker!"

Chuckling at their startled expressions, the ex-criminal tipped his green hat to the two ladies who were still standing around.

"Afternoon, loves...,"he offered them a wink and then took a deep exaggerated bow towards the other men of the group who obviously weren't impressed," We've got a new face in the crowd, Connor by name. Lad's got a problem with his head or somethin'. Anyways, is Doctor Doogie Hauser in there finished yet? Our main escape route downstairs will be cut off if we attempt to break through whatever decided ta stick around after the fires. An' we just got back from the roof... several little buggers are scratchin' on the barricade I set up on my first way down here."

He smiled as he patted Zack on the shoulder.

"An' this genius was able ta seal the damn 11th floor stairwell shut permanently. We've got a good escape now thanks ta him. The fire escape that Connor and I made use of is still secure an' we should be good ta go whenever we can get the good doctor and the bag of bones moving."

He grinned after adding the last jab at the ever-cynical older gentleman of the group.