Grief = Mood: Annoyed = Location: Inside a house
Grief kept running, glancing back only briefly to ensure Spencer was still behind her. When she looked forward once again she saw that on of the crazies was only steps away from her. She cleared the distance quickly, knocking out its leg then stabbing it through the eye. She dislodged the blade and cleared the distance between herself and the front door. She tried the handle but of course it was locked. Spencer caught up with her as she threw her shoulder at the door the first time. It barely budged.
"Come on, help me out here!" He took a second to respond, his eyes fixed on one of the things shambling its way closer and closer to them. "Spencer!" She yelled again, hoping that just this once he would be of use. A couple seconds later he came to her side. "1. 2. 3!" Grief counted off. They threw their shoulders into the wood again in sync. The wood creaked with the strain but didn't break. The crazy started up the stairs. Grief remained calm knowing they had another few seconds before they needed to worry but she could see Spencer shaking. In this state he would never be able to do it. So she took a gamble with their time. "Spenc," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Calm down. We can do this but we have to focus." He looked back at her with wide eyes that slowly - too slowly in Grief's opinion - returned to their normal size. He nodded. "Okay. 3. 2. 1."
This time the door broke and they tumbled inside. "Get the door closed!" Grief yelled, quickly standing and turning to face the interior of the house.
Spencer = Mood: Terrified = Location: Inside a house
Spencer went into autopilot as soon as the dead people started swarming. His body shook but it barely registered with him. He just followed Grief barely flinching as she dispatched on of the things right in front of him. His chest ached but he didn't have time to think of that right now. It wasn't until Grief spoke directly to him that he focused once again. He nodded then put all his energy into getting the door open, still hyper aware of the zombie now mere feet from him. When the door burst he would've sworn he could feel the monster's breath on his neck and it's snarl that came seconds before an attack.
Even before Grief prompted him to, he had scrambled up from the ground, slamming the door shut against the frame. The wood along the frame was busted though and the wood began swinging open. Spencer glanced around, desperately looking for something to push in front of it to close it. A heavy duty table sitting right next to the door worked perfectly. He tipped it over and it fell with a crash on the floor only seconds before another loud bang came from only a few steps more into the house. He looked up to see Grief holding her 6-shooter in front of her and the body of a decaying old lady falling to the ground. It was then that Spencer began to feel the pressure on his chest and deciding laying on the floor and struggling for breath was about the best idea he could think of right now. So that was just what he did.