The Elbow Room

With everyone running around like chickens with their heads cut off, Murray tried to man the barricades, but people kept busting through and opening the large metal doors in order to head outside. After one trigger-happy guy shot through several zombies -- pushing aside the barricades to get a clear shot, he walked back to the bar to brag about it, only to have a zombie with a massive hole in its back dragging itself after him. As the trigger-happy freak sat there boasting about the firepower at his disposal, the zombie grabbed the gun -- which was pointing at the ground -- and started pulling itself up as he whirled around, stunned that the zombies were still going.

Murray, grabbed his Baretta out of his bag, leveled it on the zombie's head and fired.

"It's not the size of the gun that matters, it's where you fucking hit them." He said, grabbing his hammer and turning his attention back to the barricades. "Now we need people to go upstairs to take care of the zombies. If any of you go outside, I swear to God, I'm going to fucking kill you. Each time you open that fucking door or push aside the barricades, you're going to let a fucking zed inside." He then turned to the trigger-happy guy who just came back inside, "And aim for the fucking head."

As he started to hammer supports around the door, Murray said under his breath, "Fucking dumbasses."