Re: clem rescue - graham/shane/jack/clem
[To know that Shane was as wary of this newcomer, likely the man named Jack whom neither knew much about, was something of a relief; two pairs of eyes were better than one. Even in the midst of chaos, Graham trusted both himself and his friend enough to watch each other's backs should he be more hostile than Clem had indicated.
But the man's violent rage seemed solely focused on the undead, and so his main focus became the door which was seconds away from being torn from its hinges. Everything else seemed to hover on the edges, the red of the dress underfoot a vague sort of recognition, and he didn't stop, didn't slow, cutting down the rotting corpses in his path in a spray of blood and gristle that he barely even felt. The door wouldn't hold, it wasn't going to hold, and that mantra became a reality when it finally gave under the weight of the dead that were so very determined to get at the living person inside.
Clem's yell seemed magnified to him, louder than any sound he'd heard before and certainly enough to drown out the groaning. Graham's goal became to get to her, to get between her and the dead, and he shoved past the other men, shoved past the mass of shambling, groaning corpses all trying to get inside the cell. The machete sliced this way and that, the sickening wet sound of the blade embedding in flesh mingling with everything else in the hallway. It was nearly a frenzy had it not been for the single-minded focus with which it was carried out.
He saw the overturned cot, caught a glimpse of it, between the zombies that had been at the front of the pack and now made their way towards it to get at the living person behind, but that wasn't going to happen. Graham shoved the blade through one rotting throat and brought it in an arc that nearly severed the thing's head in two, and the other was shoved against the wall, jaws snapping furiously until he put an end to that with a blow between its sunken eyes.
As for what the other two were doing, he trusted that they could handle themselves. He positioned himself between the cot and the now-open doorway to meet what came through.]