Eventually they came down on him full force, and he used the butt of his rifle to smash one of them in the face, dazing it before twisting its head, effectively breaking its neck. He could have managed doing this if there weren't this many runners, all gathering around him, circling him. He whipped another in the head with the gun, dodging a lunge from another when he heard the creaking of the doors to a metal cabinet and instantly his blood froze in his veins; either one was trying to get at her or she was trying to come out of the cabinet and both of the possibilities worried him. As much as he was concerned for his own well-being at the moment, he wasn't sure if she was ready or able to have these infected to turn their attention full force onto her. Contrary to his internal chant of 'go back into the cabinet and stay quiet' he heard her shouting at the infected, and a group of them peeled off from the pack to go after her.
He swore loudly, attacking another infected with the blunt end of the rifle, knocking it to the floor before taking the shot to completely open its skull. He fired off three more shots at the group running towards her, taking out two and disabling the third. One did get at her, but she had jabbed the machete into it, falling back into the cabinet. Effectively trapped inside the cabinet, the other infected grappled at her without success.
He ran past two runners left by where he was standing, driving the gut-hook knife into the back of the head of one of the infected trying to get at Eloise, completely caving in its skull. He used the rifle to take out one of the two running back at him, but focused his attention again at the ones trying to get into the cabinet. He wounded another one before one of the things he'd neglected grabbed him, knocking the rifle and the knife from his hands and out of his reach. "Fuck," he let out, punching at the runner, whose strong grip was trying to close down on his throat.
He landed some sort of lucky blow and it stumbled back briefly, and he took the opportunity to kick its knee, breaking its leg, causing it to collapse. He grabbed a shard of glass and drive it into the infected's neck, cutting into the spinal cord.
Brennan reached for the rifle and took one more shot before the characteristic click of an empty magazine echoed against his eardrums. He threw the rifle at the three runners, hitting one and it turned back at him. As it charged, he dove for the knife, catching some glass on his hands, but managing to get it back, going into attack the infected. It had gotten the advantage, however, and bit him in the shoulder, rending a bit of the flesh. He get the knife into it quickly however, and shoved it off of him.
"Eloise, are you alright?" He called, making his way back to the scrabbling runners, worried that the one she had stabbed had bitten, or worse, killed her. "Eloise?"