"Unless they're fuckin' sentient, it ain't possible," Ellis remained a skeptic until proven otherwise, "We can use those bullets as noise makers, an' git to the security room."

By the way this man acted, they seemed to have a lot more in common than what they seemed aside from being stuck in the same closet ha!. He had that long distant look that screamed "survivor" of something, probably the Green Flu or some other shit.

"We make noise, an' we bail th' fuck outta dodge, tha' clear?" the mechanic spoke as Coach would: a plan and some action to go along with it.