"Shit." Was all Sawyer had time to say when his eyes landed on the horde of zombies approaching them. His eyes had gone a little wide, he hadn't seen so many in one place before, but this was a hospital after all and many had probably either started out here or were brought here or... Well, in any case, there was no point in trying to figure out why there were so many in one place, just that there definitely was way too many and he did not like it at all.
"He took off at a run down the hallway in the opposite direction, knowing Abe would be able to handle himself for now. He slid into the room dangerously, stumbling over to a closet and yanking it open. Perfect. He hurried and yanked the plain white jumpsuits that they usually wore when dealing with hazardous materials, or situations that could be dangerous to the skin. He stuffed what he could into one of the bags and grabbed up some face masks and even a small oxygen tank.
With what he did filling up the bags, he ran back out of the room, glanced down the hall at Abe and whistled, hoping he'd get the idea that they could get out as soon as the other was ready. He started down the hall, only to start backpeddling. More zombies were rounding the corner and soon, he was back where he started, his back to Abe and eyes widening as the other group approached them.
"Abe," there was a definite note of panic in his voice as he gripped onto whatever he could, fingers trembling to keep a grip. "Abe... What..." What the fuck do we do? was the question he wanted to ask.