Locke had been long since out of his cabin now, a gun in one hand, a 9mm, and a dagger in the other. Making his way through the hordes of zombies, shooting at each one's heads as he proceeded. With another blast of his gun, zombie groaning and falling to the floor as response, he looked in front of him to see none other than Claire and a group of guests trying to make their way through the hordes.
"Claire!" He shouted as best as he could, waving his dagger-wielded hand to her. "You're Claire right?!" Running over to her as fast as possible.