This wasn't doing it, they were a bit too heavily armed it seemed, and they were tearing through the startled and starving zombies like paper. He needed a better idea or he'd end up shredded by bullets like the rest of those unlucky bastards. He thought for a moment, letting a number of zombies pass him up as he paused a moment. They'd already blown away almost a tenth of the mindless ones, and they had cover! That was it! He needed them out of that building! He picked up a discarded bottle of some alchoholic beverage, and tore off a piece of his shirt, using it as a fuse for his molotov cocktail. Just one more step.