They didn't really have too far to go, as long as nothing slowed them up and they could make it to the door at the far end of the corridor before the zombies reached them. Blaine clung to his weapon tightly, one hand at Burt's back to keep him moving, determined to get him out of there no matter what.
As they moved down the hall, sticking close to the wall, Blaine kept a close eye on the male zombie closest to them as he shuffled toward them, one arm reaching out as if he could snag them on his grey fingers. "Halfway there," he murmured, glancing over his shoulder when he heard footsteps to see more zombies coming around the corner. "Kurt! Some others heard us!"