"I have no idea, Kasumi. I think I got shot. And... I'm hoping I can move." Anders said, probably a bit more spitefully than he intended. Keeping one eye on the door, he used his rifle as a brace to pull himself up. And as he did so, he felt a jarring pain in his back. He couldn't help but hiss as he slowly stood upright. "The last thing I need are those damn things messing with my head on the way back." He grunted, also refusing Kasumi's painkiller offering.
Since Kasumi's angry message, those behind the door had since fallen silent, and Anders could hardly even hear a footstep from within. Thankfully, they didn't keep shooting.
"Oh, yeah, yeah. The dead, I can check. They like noise and all that." Anders muttered, propping his rifle under an arm as he examined his device, spending a minute fiddling with it and manipulating the machines that surely hovered somewhere outside. And indeed, as Kasumi had said, he could see more lines of the undead starting to emerge from their usual crevices within cars, alleys, and shady spaces.
As he did this, the door slowly opened, and an older woman stepped out. Hunched over by the trials of time, she seemed almost too frail to survive in a world like this. Behind her followed three others - a short, bearded man with a swollen eye, and a pair of what seemed to be teenaged children. Perhaps siblings, if Anders could judge by their resemblance.
"Please, we didn't mean to harm. My son - god bless his soul - is too excitable when it comes to these things. We've all had trouble with less kindly sorts." The woman said, her gaze turned towards Kasumi. Then, she glanced at Anders, "Are you hurt?"
"Not terribly." Anders said, feeling his back. His skin burned, but he couldn't feel anything within him. He might've gotten lucky - the bullet could have grazed him without even entering. He returned his eyes to his device - and his brow furrowed.
"Kasumi," Anders said, "Keep your gasmask on. There's a cloud that's... very likely to come our way." He unshouldered his pack, reaching inside. Yet, he withdrew bloodied fingers with a yelp that startled the two younger victims across the hall. He reinserted his hand - much more carefully this time - and pulled out the shattered remains of two gasmasks. Out of the five he kept in reserve for these missions. It wasn't the best sign.
"Do any of you have something to filter the air? Keep you from breathing the air?" Anders questioned.
"We have these?" The young girl spoke up, pulling a crumpled dust mask from a back pocket. "We don't know if they really work, though."
"They don't. Good thing you never tested them. Toss those, take - take these." Anders said, tossing a mask to the siblings, and to the older woman. The man shot him, after all, so he could do without a mask, seeing as Anders would undergo the same risk.
"Kasumi? You ready? If we hurry, we could definitely get out of here before either the dead or the gas shows up." Anders said, standing straight up with a bit of a wince.