Sarah nodded and, as she ran, shot some staying zombies who'd also got in. She turned to run, accasionally turning around to shoot. She was near the entrance and pulled at the doors. After a few hard pulls it opened. "'HURRY" she yelled to him.
She wasn't about to let him just stay behind and die. She turned to look his way then felt some hands on her arms and shoulders, she whirled around. The hands weren't of the dead. The living, some of the hands were connected to bodies in orange jump suits and others, normal bloody clothes. "Who are you?" one voice asked gruffly, not yet letting go of her arm.
"It's not what you think, we're not umbrella" she trys to explain calmly. The prisoner "Prove it" he challenged "hand me your gun" he ordered. And sarah obeyed handing him the gun in her hands her hands up. "Believe me." she said with a slightly calm, bloank face. The man studied the weapons after letting go of her hands, he looked up at her, one eyebrow raised. He looked as if he could trust noone, he had good meaning to "Go. Go over there." he said tilting his head in the direction of the main hall near some tables. Sarah walked calmly glancing back for george. She sat "Trust me. I know you dont have much meaning to, but im the last person you'd see working for umbrella" the man listened intently thinking.