Thom had quit paying attention to Alex's movements a bit ago, focusing instead on the oncoming zombies, 8 behind, 4 in front by his count. Alex had taken the other four down, surprisingly able with the wrench.<br/><br/>Thom grabbed a piece of rebar, two and a half feet long, that was lying conveniently on the ground. Not caring to respond to what he considered show-off and risky behavior for no real reward, he approached the zombies coming in on their backs and began encircling them before swinging the rebar like a baseball bat at the temple of each zombie. He was working his way around slowly and methodically, eventually creeping up behind the zombies and able to deliver more punishing blows with the rebar from behind. He saw the man approach, but didn't hear what he'd said to Alex. He looked friendly, and once he'd finished with the eight zombies in the rear, he approached again.<br/><br/>"Alex, listen to me. What you did was stupid. I don't care how slow these things are, you're going to die through carelessness or from some of their blood getting in your mouth from being so close. Yeah, it's quieter and that's a plus. But tactically, you had no idea what was going to happen. Your idea of whistling inside the building didn't work out so well, as you'll notice the zombies behind us that were attracted. You need to be aware of your partners and what is going on before you rush in and start us into a war. I don't care how slow they are, enough of them and you're dead. You can't take on the army of zombies with a fucking wrench.<br/><br/>And what idiot carries a gun? An idiot that only has a gun. If I hadn't found the rebar, we'd have been a bit more screwed. But you didn't know that. So shut up and think before you charge and play hero. You're going to get yourself, or worse, someone else killed, just because you don't think it all the way through."<br/><br/>Saying all that, he turned to the new man, "I hope you're here to help. I'm Thom Jackson. Who are you?