A few moments had passed, in which time Dante had bashed the door locking mechanism into little more than splinters and circuit boards for not working when he bulled the lever, Several times. His eyes Scanned the hallway ahead of him, expecting to see a hoard of zombies walking towards him, or a tentically monster with three eyes. Luckily, none of these things happened, however on the second hundredth quick glance over the shoulder, He saw a man, limping towards him.<br/><br/>"Oh good, It's good to see a friendly face." Dante muttered, lowering his guard. "I should escort you to the safe room sir... Sir?" Dante said. with growing suspension, His eyes glancing down to the man's region, which was up right and ready for action.<br/>"Oh sweet mother of Jesus!" Dante cried out, Pulling his gun from it's holster and firing, aiming for the lusty eye'd zombies' neck.