Fortunately for the other man, Ollie was well prepared. He may not have been good in a fistfight, but what he was good at was shooting. It was ironic, because even though he'd been a pro thief, he'd prided himself on never having to use a gun, but that didn't mean that he wasn't a good shot. His primary motivation for learning, admittedly, had been the fact that he'd stolen the pair of gold-plated Berettas that he still held in either hand and he wanted to be able to use them. Fortunately, he'd found himself to be a natural and that particular skill was serving him quite well now.
He watched the guy hide underneath a trashed car and as soon as he was down, Ollie immediately took to downing the infected around him as quickly as he could with a pair of pistols. Even when the man resurfaced, it wasn't completely safe yet, and Ollie took out a pair of infected who had noticed the scene from across the street, before holstering his Berettas and walking up to the man. "Are you okay?" he asked calmly.
But that was all he got out before the man warned him about the shuffler behind him. Out came his Beretta again and he pegged the zombie right between the eyes, watching it fall backward. One more shot in the head, just for good measure, and then he finally relaxed a little, though the sound of a dog barking could still be heard in the distance. Turning to the man, he gave a small, unsure smile. "Let's try that again. Are you okay?"