Sebastian was so worried about his dog, he didn't take the time to look around him, to ensure the area was clear. His mind was cluttered in worry that his dog would be eaten by a zombie. He wasn't used to this, wasn't used to being prepared for a fight. All he had for a weapon was a knife he took by mistake. It was pathetic and small, doing him no good should he be attacked by an undead. It looked as if that was just the case. His senses were numb and that left plenty of room for any sort of undead to have their meal.
He turned around swiftly and with a sudden motion, hid under a car, right in the middle and scooted more towards the left side when one of them crouched down to try and grab him. All he could do was hope that the man who had warned him was better prepared than he was. This should have been expected, but Sebastian loved that dog way too much. He cursed under his breath and stayed in his place, only able to slither out when he was able to knock a zombie down from slashing his leg.
He resurfaced and tried to scout for the man who had warned him. Now that his eyes were adjusted to the night, he could see him better and could tell he had a weapon. Something Sebastian was never good at-a gun. Now it was Sebastian's time to warn the fellow. "There is a shuffler slowly making his way behind you!" Looks like both their behinds were in danger.