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When the walkers came slowly from the fence in the large horde, Dutch grabbed his pistol in his right hand and his combat knife in his left. He hated using his revolver unless it was totally necessary. He was moving off to the side a bit as to draw less attention to himself, though it seemed perhaps he should have because they tried to attack a woman. Fortunately that angry fellow from before intervened before she was bit but unfortunately for him the walkers swarmed him. That was an excellent time to use his gun. Dutch unloaded his six shots to kill three of the four's eyes but pistol whipped the fourth one in the temple. He put away his knife and took out some bullets from his left pocket to reload his gun. Seven seconds later he was finished.

"Everybody! Gather to us and make a triangle formation! women to the back, men to the front!" He yelled to the others. This way they could cut their way through the walker to the van with ease. The guns would be enough to take out the ones that stood in their way. "The name's Dutch. I would suggest picking up your gun because you and I are going to lead the formation." He told the man whom he had recently assisted.