"Oh god, oh god, this was a bad idea," puffed Bill as he slowed to a jog out into the streets. He had forgotten how much he was carrying before he started to run, making him wheeze for breath very quickly. Luckily, the alarm was attracting most of the zombies instead of him so he had little resistance to work against. Clumsily swinging his bat at those that grabbed at him, it did little to stop their assault on him. Wrestling with the zombies on him, he found their strength, even with him weakened by fatigue, to be quite strong. One of them went for his neck, as a vampire would, but luckily his shoulder guards he was wearing protected his neck from their gnawing teeth. Being extremely exausted from keeping them back, he was about to give up, when he saw about a block away, a man walking slowly across the intersection (White Wolf). "Hey! Hey you! Help me!" He hoped the man heard him, and hoped even more that he would help.