Yeah. [Right, that was true. And he had come so close to being one of them. Sam grimaces at the thought, taking the more useful bullets and cramming them in before firing a few off at their undead enemies.] These are more standard... stereotypical. [Unfortunately? It seemed pretty bad, from where he was standing. But, they'd make it through. They always did.

So, a way out. Between shots, Sam casts a quick glance around, eyes scouring their surroundings for some kind of safe haven. There are more than enough buildings around, though some of them clearly house a few meandering zombies. He can see them through the empty windows, skulking around without purpose.]

Seems like we'll just have to make a break for it. Pick a place, hold it down, make sure we're alone in there.

[Alone meaning sans zombies, of course. If there were others fighting for their lives, that might be a help.]