just going to wrap this up, sorry for dropping the ball
In hindsight it might not have been the best idea to go to the cemetery, but there wasn't much they could do about it after the fact. It would at least give Logan a chance to sharpen his claws against the bones of the enemy. He hefted Steve onto the Mausoleum in one quick motion before the zombie could nip at his feet. They had started to congregate around them, and if they hoped to get out they would need assistance.
"Good idea," Logan said. "That fancy suit of his should be able to help." They should have had a radio system in place a long time ago. Those twins were working on it in Marrowood, but somehow the idea died when Natasha had vanished. If they ever got out of this alive they'd have to bug the geniuses (all three of them) again. Maybe they could get it going in the city.
"I'm gonna clear the horde." Logan's eyes were surveying their situation, and the longer they stood atop the building the more the undead gathered around them. If they hoped to do anything they'd have to have a little bit of fighting room. "See you in a few." Logan jumped down into the pack, and began to fight them off. He knew that Steve would join him eventually, but for now he'd do what he could. He had never been the type to just sit around and look pretty.