Shine made sure he was the first one out of the door, his kendo stick gripped in both hands, neither tightly nor lightly.  The whole thing felt surreal, classical music playing while he saw a once sterile-white hallway littered in body parts and blood and bullet holes, an-- wait, bullet holes?<br/><br/>As he walked along the hallway, which seemed empty of the recently reanimated, he found his eyes drawn to the bullet holes most of all. "The gunman, or men, might still be around. We need to be careful we don't end up getting shot." Shine kept his voice low, enough so that those at the back of their group may not hear him.  He did not want to attract the attention of the hungering infected.<br/><br/>As he moved along, he would be sure to avoid stepping into puddles or pools of blood, and to keep his distance from body parts; the last thing he wanted or needed to do was go slipping or tripping.<br/><br/>When they come to the first turn, he would make it a 'wide' turn, so that if their was a zombie in close proximity, he would be out of its lunging range, and be able to see it first.