Jim made his way down the staircase, motioning for the others to follow him. The doorway led into an apartment, consisting of a kitchen, which the doorway led into, a living room where a wooden shelf lay upright against a wall, TV still on but broadcasting nothing but static, another staircase that led to another apartment downstairs, a bathroom and a bedroom. The Infected were all over the place, some leaning against the walls, some sitting down on the ground, perhaps resting. Most were on their feet, milling around and doing nothing but groan. There were two, in a corner near the windows in the living room, that were, for some reason or other, fighting with each other.

Jim aimed his pistol at those two first, moving a bit from the doorway to allow someone else to back him up in case they rushed him. He lined up both sights on the head of one of them, looked to be formerly a businessman, and fired. The round flew true, punching a hole into its head, dropping it to the floor. The other Infected around the room, noticing the gunshot, got up to their feet and ran snarling towards Jim.

'Oh shit! Shit!' Jim swore as he fired into the small horde that came rushing towards him, dropping a few of the Infected, but others ran to take their place.

'I'm in some trouble!'

Laetitia gasped, pocketing the bottle and retrieving the uzi she was given with shaking hands. The memories of her perfect movie set being demolished by these ridiculous demon-beasts pulsated in her mind as she seemed to freeze in place while she witnessed the wall of madness rushing towards the group. The men did their thing, dropping them like sacks of sand, and it took many a moment for her to finally come to her senses and realise that these gentlement weren't made of bullets. Taking a step to the side, she took a quick, comprehensive glance of the scene, realising that there were a few rogue infected coming up behind the men.

Holding her breath, she pulled the trigger and rocked with the bit of recoil she felt against her waist, and could barely watch as the human-clothed infected tried to press on, but found whatever life they had left drained to the point where the undead pair too crumbled lifelessly at her feet. She shrieked a bit when she felt the bloody bits of body against her shins, and jumped, turning embarrassedly to the backs of Ant and Jim, wishing she were as stone-faced as they were.

She'd have to learn sometime, she resolved, and, after once more over-the-shoulder glance behind the group, she took her place at Jim's flank, aiding in the bullet shower against the meaty, raging wall of infected.