Rodeo nearly didn't. He pushed off of the wall, intending to make his escape, when he glanced back for just an instant to check on the zombies surrounding the church one last time. None had turned away from the building, so Rodeo slid away from the recess he'd been tucked in and went to move back around the corner when he suddenly realized that he had seen something that didn't fit in when he glanced towards the church.
Someone at the window.
Rodeo stopped, pressing against the wall again and looking back to the church. He squinted, staring hard into the window and seeing a boy there. He was just a kid, and his face was flushed and full of fear. Rodeo was sure instantly that the boy wasn't one of the infected, and when he realized that the child was trapped he instantly started moving towards the church. He didn't have a plan-- he didn't have time for plans. All he knew was that he needed to keep the kid safe.
There were too many for him to start shooting. The sound would only attract more, and he couldn't possibly shoot them all as quick as they could swarm him. So rather than lift his gun, Rodeo threw caution to the wind and ran full force at the church. He barreled past several of the dead on the lawn, grabbed the window beside the one he had seen the kid wave from, and launched himself through it. Broken glass scraped his hand and arm, but he ignored it as he landed on his feet. There were more infected inside, but not more than Rodeo could handle if he moved fast.
"Kid!" he called, pulling his knife from the sheath at his hip as a climber began to follow him in through the window. "Hey, where you at?"