For the briefest moment, Misha wondered about the crawler under his boot. What was his name? Where did he come from? Did he have a family? What had he been doing five years ago today? As quick as the thought came, it went with nothing more than a quick squeeze of the trigger.
He had more important things to worry about. It didn't matter if the man was a saint, he was nothing now. Nowhere near human anymore and he- no, it was just an obstacle now.
There was only one of them in the stairwell to the roof, but that could change at any moment and Misha knew it. The crawler jerked for less than a second before slumping further against the steps. Striding over the second-time-corpse effortlessly, Misha bolted up the stairs as fast as he could. Well-trained eyes continued scanning for any nasty surprises as he quickly made his way up. It was very clear to Misha earlier on that the situation was out of their hands. There was no way they could save the hall, there was just too many of them. Evacuation was the only option option left and, as skilled as their snipers were, they were going to need help making their way to the buses.
Misha threw open the door hard and fast. By the looks of it, nothing infected made it up the stairs. He allowed himself to partially relax, shutting the door behind him just as quick as he threw it open. Misha had his fill of surprises for the day and there was no way in Hell he would let anything sneak up on him.
"Pack it up," He called out, his voice loud and sharp enough to cut through the chaos below, "we're getting out of here!"