Rodeo moved fast once Scotty was on his back. He stood, gripping under the boy's knee with one hand to hitch him up and keep him secure as he turned quickly, sheathing his knife and drawing his gun. He pointed it at one zombie that was coming too close, pulling the trigger and then taking off. "Hold on tight, alright? All your might," Rodeo instructed the boy, running fast for another window. He looked out, and there was a crowd of the infected down below, but not as many as were pressing against the windows on the other side. He gripped the window frame and hauled them both out, dropping down to the bare ground below.
Immediately a leaper jumped for them through the crowd, but Rodeo shot it square between the eyes before it hit them. The sound attracted the hoard's attention, and without a moment's hesitation he took off running. Several runners followed, chasing quick behind. Rodeo kept a grip on Scotty's wrists around his neck, making sure the boy stayed attached to him.
"What's your name?" Rodeo panted out as he ran, taking a quick turn to try to lose the runners. "Anything bite you 'fore I found you?"