Dean swore softly, "Okay, sweetheart, listen to me. Don't move, I'm about less than a minute away." Dean drove past the front and swore as he saw the swarm inside. Bodies pressed and fumbling over each other, making that sick sound of groaning. Dean pulled his car into the alley, lucky and glad not to see any there.
"Okay, I see a fire escape, hold on. I'm gonna get you to safety." Dean hung up the phone and got out of the car, going around to the trunk and pulled out a bag and was loading it up. He placed guns, ammo and got the two torch cans him and Sam carried. He shoved the extra in the bag and carried the other.
Dean looked about then went to look around the front. He hid back again, thinking before he dropped the bag then moved around to the front. He then drew his gun and shot the windows out. "HEY!" He shouted. "You ugly bastards hungry. Come get me! I taste good!"
Some of the Zombies turned, two had fallen over from the gunshots to their heads. A moan left them and they started coming out after Dean. "That's it, come get me, you bastards." Dean waited till out of the building then he ran around the corner, grabbed his bag and ran to the fire escape. He climbed up it, turning around and pulling it up. Dean then started going up higher.
Dean then pushed the window up and climbed in. He moved carefully, checking each door. He went to head for the front door when he saw something in the mirror to his left and Dean whirled around and fired, hitting a woman in the middle of the forehead and killing the zombie instantly.
He then moved to look down the stairs, saw on one there. Good. He moved back into the apartment and started guessing where she might be. He pulled out the phone, dialing the number again. "Hey, sweetheart, you still okay? I'm in the apartment above you, I'm gonna get a hole above you and pull you through but when you hear me thump on the floor, tell me when I'm above you."