Utem cursed as the infected got closer, he wasn't able to fend them off quickly enough. He pulled the back of his neck up and over his head, removing the helmet quickly as he ran, both guns held against his body. The fabric covered his head except for his eyes, it would avoid the blood from splattering on him. He got the helmet and the night goggles back on, hopefully the impermeable material would avoid any of the  blood getting through, at least as long as it wasn't damaged.<br/><br/>Noticing Franka was getting held back, Utem supported her with impeccable aim, taking down stinkers with bullets flying inches from her. He guessed the rock formation shouldn't be too far away now, if they managed to hold the stinkers off there, then they would be able to reach the river. The clips soon emptied, perhaps sooner than Utem would have wished for. With a quick movement, he released the empty clips and reloaded them with the ones that protruded from the pockets at the sides of his best, close to his waist. There where only two extra clips on each side, if they needed more than that he would have to either take the time to take them out of his bags or change to his side weapons, that had even fewer bullets.<br/><br/>Carrying both bagpacks began taking it's toll on him, he felt the tingling sensation that forebade the pain of overexertion. He could cope with both, at least for an hour or so, but if they survived this, his legs would need a decent rest if they had to keep a similar pace.