Ryu was on his feet again before he had a chance to sit down, "ah Jesus fucking Christ that's not good." He saw a mass of tWhem, He held the axe in his grip as something knocked on the glass. A survivor. This couldn't have been worse timing as Ryu prepared himself, "Kiyra get behind me."
"But... what about the survivor, he'll die." Kiyra stammered as she scrambled to her feet, still feeling weak.
"Just do as your fucking told." He ran to the door throwing it open and signaling to the man to get inside. He faught his way through the dead clearing abut ten of them before he had a chance to fall back inside. He slammed the door shut, locked it and drew the blinds. He looked at the new arrival. "Explain... NOW." He tightened his grip on the weapon.
The man was about thirty with short blond hair, harsh dark green eyes and several scars marking his face. He was athletic looking. He was dressed in a vest, ripped jeans and a knackered pair of trainers, he carried on his belt a large revolver and an AK 47 over his shoulder, "well you took your fucking time didn't yah."