Counting to three seemed a superfluous action to Caine, but he nodded as if he understood all the same. He would take care of whatever was coming their way while they manuevered themselves down the street. It was all a balancing act. He chose to move from the ground to the air in waves as he killed as many of the mutations as he could. Luckily for them, his weapons were not capable of running out of rounds such as a more primitive firearm. His weapon pulled EMP energy from the air around them to shoot out in bursts which could and did sever limbs from their enemies as well as punched holes through their body cavities.
Caine had fought in many battles. This was the most gruesome of his fighting career. He would be grateful when these enemies were all dispatched. He would also be bathing himself. Thoroughly. More than once. The smell was nauseating to the point he worried he'd become incapacitated.
"You should have a clear view of the door. I do not scent any enemies inside the establishment."
He covered the female soldier while he waited on her to get access to the eatery. Waves of the enemy kept falling upon them, yet he kept firing. One dead, three, half a dozen, their bodies formed a wall in the street which their victims would mutate and crawl over to attempt to overwhelm him. Caine felt as if they were in endless supply. It was maddening. All his energy was focused on keeping the Necromorphs at bay while Peggy tried to find something they could use as a combustible. He could only hope she was successful in the endeavor. Eventually, even his skills would fall short due to sheer numbers.
Caine did not want to know what would happen to him if he were to fall courtesy of this enemy.