I gleefully take the SMG with silencer and bulets, and pocketing whatever money the others left. I then went over to Daemonhaustier and the others to inquire about traveling with them, bringing attention to the increasing threat of the zombies breaking through the door soon. I would prefer to travel with others, however I would rather get out sooner than later.

@Luxordz,

will there be a new/next round? *wants to join*

I realise that there is nothing left for me and decide to put all my efforts into improvising. I see that the only way of getting through this is to find a partner with a weapon, I suggest that we think of some tactics in case the zombies come through the door. Maybe we could have people with weapons at the front protecting the doorway, whilst the un-armed people could try and figure out an escape route? I cross my fingers and hope that someone accepts my offer.

Please tell me if I am doing this right! I have no clue!

Edit: My avi! is this ok?

I jabbed the ceiling with my rifle, hopefully getting it cracked or loose. I heard what Jazzy said. "If everyone's done with their weapon claims and stuff, then get those who know what they're doing at a safe point to hold off the front. And some people, please check the back."

I hoped in time that part of the ceiling would give way, or that a back entrance would be possible. Both would be great, so we could divide ourselves and get out faster, but even one escape would be good.

I looked over to everyone else, they we're either still looking around or searching for a exit. Might as well join in on the hunt for the exit.
I looked around for any weak spots in the structure for the defenseless to get through.

I take a deep sigh. "Looks like my kindness has won again, I am to nice to fight someone for weapons and as there were no weapons left I decide to rely on my combat skills. I should do okay until I can find a suitable weapon, after all I did take a couple of self defense classes and karate as a young child." Looks around feeling worried as the door seems to be caving in.

Doubtfully eyeing the the heavy objects I wait, watching the interactions of these strange people. My legs tremble with adrenaline and I force my breaths to slow prematurely. Anything could be taken as a sign of weakness.
I leave weapons to those who need them to feel safe. I'll never feel safe again, so why bother? I look around for the painfully obvious: a window. "Does anyone have a lighter?" I asked "If we could set the place on fire, partially open the door and ditch through a window we could come around the front and close the front door, trapping them inside. At the very least it would create a narrow opening as they try to get out. Of course, without a lighter we could just let them in and then run and close the door. Pen 'em in like my granny's chickens."
I glance around at the silence that follows. Flute is paused in midjab, and despite the rhythmic thumping at the door I can't help but smile. "Flute? Don't bend your rifle's barrel."

Something's been bothering me. I don't dare mention it because the group needs their fuzzy safe feeling... But do guns even work on zombies?

My ear twitches (yes I have bunny ears, deal with it xP) and I over hear Hunt's rant about trapping the zombies. I turn my head and I see that the door is indeed caving in. This worried me that we won't have enough time to escape so I quickly walk over to Hunt and ask, "Although your idea is brilliant, that door wont last long even if we manage to close it on them, they would break through no problem." My heart racing I say, "Come on and help me push this safe to the door to have some more strength in our barricade, Hunt, while everyone is looking for a way out this could give us extra time!" I make a leap to the heavy, good sized safe and got behind it, holstering my pistols in my belt and got ready to move this thing. I look up at Hunt and my eyes are begging to her, waiting for her reply. She's shaken up but she has her head in the right place, that's a valuable commodity in this world we're now in. We need people like her to stay alive...

The door starts to groan, and I can see the rotting faces through the smeared glass. Concern pricks at me, as I take hold of the safe with Daemon. Wouldn't it be better to throw the safe through a window and find somewhere else with a door?