Ellis' eyes widened as he saw the charger heading back for the pub "Shit, hide!" He said to the other survivor as he quickly got away from the door. He hopped back over the bar and ducked down behind it. He held his hunting rifle tightly, hoping the charger would just go somewhere else, if not he would just have to run and gun.<br/><br/>Felix grumbled, noticing the machete in the survivor's hand. He yanked head back as he reeled his tongue back into his mouth in an attempt to pull the man off his feet or make him drop the machete. "Geh him!" He yelled to the hunter through his tongue. He tightened his grip on the survivor even more, slowly working his tongue around his legs as well.