Remy had been the weapons expert of his team. That meant he knew how a wide range of weapons and while he wasn't an official sniper, he had still had the training and believed in the sniper motto 'one shot, one kill'. He never wasted a bullet, especially now more than ever. Wasting ammo meant replacing it and spraying bullets was never a good idea when there was living human in the area. This was why he already had his rifle lined up to take the shoot the moment he had an opening.
A bullet tore through the head of the zombified animal before it could attack the girl. He took down two more after it before having to swing the rifle back on to this back. His hands moved quickly and fluidly as he grabbed the large survival knife at his side and pressed it into George's free hand upon reaching her side. In the same fluid motion he reached under his jacket and pulled out the twin Glock's that had been resting in a shoulder holster. As long as no more showed up he could clean out the rest before more showed up.
The chance of more showing up was unfortunately high. The sound of the gun fire was sure to draw any other zombies in the area. Noting the runner, Remy took it out before it could find an opening in the pack and get through. Where there was one, there was usually more.
Remy kept his eyes on the zombies, taking them out as they got too close, and at the same time tried to look for a way out. Coming back the way they had gotten here was not a good idea, not when there was the chance that more were on there way. Finally he decided on the rotting dumpster to their left and the fire escape that was dangling several feet above it.
"How go are you are at jumping," he asked, jerking his head towards the dumpster and ladder. They could only hope that if the ladder held up that the building wouldn't be as zombie filled as the alley.