Graham jumped again and again with each gun shot. "Fuck?!" What did she mean, Fuck!
"Shoot it!" He fumbled with the flashlight, taking it from her pocket and switching it on, before shining the light toward the creatures coming right at them.
Hearing the new voice, Graham blinked, moving to reach up and wipe the rain from his face with the back of his hand so that he could see better--ish. Shining the light past the lurkers, toward the voice, Graham scrunched up his nose, "is that your friend?"
Seeing movement out of the corner of his eye, Graham quickly brought his arm around Teagan's middle, and pulled her out of reach of the monster that had staggered over to them from the side, "look out!" Maybe she couldn't see because of the giant coat she had on. Regardless, he didn't want either of them to get bitten.
Maybe they staggered a little-- or he did. No thanks to his knee. But he didn't intend to drag her down with him, if he fell over. "Why are they bloody everywhere???" Once he got steady footing again, he let go of Teagan so that he could take a swing at the zombie with the hammer.