"Sounds like you've got some experience with that," Sam commented, somewhat curiously. He certainly didn't. It was usually hunt and kill. Get the job done. Move on. It wasn't a bad tactic, Sam had just never really had the need for it before. Why would he? Monsters didn't generally travel in large packs. There would have been no way to turn the enemy against each other to begin with. "Doesn't exactly make me comfortable that someone was able to break us all apart that easily," Sam admitted. "I was hoping that all that training we put everyone through would help them be able to handle a situation like this easily. Instead, it's only made them all the more talented at tearing each other apart and killing one another." And Sam didn't even want to get into the civilians. They saw something that they couldn't identify or explain and they went all kinds of crazy as a result. Now they had people grouping together and fighting one another, people shooting each other down, cops acting like barbarians. It was insane. Even for someone like Sam, who frequently saw things that went beyond the norm on a regular basis.
Sam went for the door. They'd have to keep an eye out on the street first. Make sure everything was clear before they started moving again. Maybe they'd get lucky and find a car that had been trashed too badly to get them back the rest of the way more quickly. Sam hadn't found anything on the way up, but if they took a different route - which they'd probably have to since Sam preferred alternating paths to keep the mot-demons from tracking him - then maybe they'd get lucky. Sam could jack a car like the best of them, keys or not.
Pausing at the store entrance, Sam peered out into the street. It seemed pretty clear in both directions. All was quiet - for now. "Let's go." With that, Sam pushed out of the store and made for the streets. Shotgun tight in his grip, Sam began to lead the way.