"Neural Sciences." He repeated, more to himself than anything else. That phrase just reminded him more of his mother than anything else, has he had heard the words 'neurologist' and 'neurosurgeon' beating on his eardrums so often that anything that started with "neuro" just brought back terrible memories, which usually escalated to the memories of his mother's screams when she finally succumbed to the infection. It was horrible, looking at her like that. The look on Mihael's face was the worst, and the pained look on his face was still burned in the back of his brain, and always turned his heart a little. He hadn't been too close to his brother, almost watching over the kid like a guardian more than a sibling, but it really couldn't be helped; they were almost thirteen years apart; it was hard for either of them to relate to the other. Perhaps in another universe they could have grown up to be friends or just become closer as siblings, but it just didn't turn out that way and what-ifs were useless thoughts to entertain anyway.
He noticed the shufflers in the distance, making sure they really were shufflers. It was hard to tell, but they were moving considerably slow and the movement of some other creature that caught their attention only caused them to slowly move in a different direction. Hopefully the infected here weren't anything other than shufflers.
Following her through the mess of the quad, he kept vigilant, especially when they had gotten near the overturned police cruiser and stepped on some glass. There weren't any infected around that he could see, but he had gotten surprised a few times and some of them had exceptional hearing, something he'd found out the hard way.
They reached the door to the building and he took the cue. "Keep an eye out for any movement. This might bring us some attention." He warmed before stepping back and getting the door with the heel of his boot, weakening its hinges. Satisfied with the effect of the kick he used his shoulder and all the force he could muster to knock it off the half-broken hinges. It fell to the ground with a little more sound than he had wished, but he looked back at Eloise before walking over the fallen door into the building, rifle at the ready.
Just as he had expected something in the building had heard him, and to his great displeasure, it was a runner, though it seemed to be alone. He picked it off with the gun and held his position for a second, waiting for any others to come running at them. Nothing happened, but that didn't mean there weren't others in the building.
"There is definitely going to be more around," he said as he stepped forward again, reaching a crossways in the hall, checking both ways before signaling her. "So be on your guard."
His ribcage still ached a little from a couple nights ago, when he had fought off a group of swimmers that had breached the island. Brennan really didn't expect to already be back on the battlefield, but hopefully he would be able to take them out before things got to a hand-to-hand type of deal. He insisted on taking point, though he didn't have any idea where in the facility they were headed, so he was going to have to depend on her directions. "Which way now?" He asked, looking for any other infected.