The first bullet had sunk into his side, eating away at his flesh, but it was another thing he had anticipated for. He managed to avoid being critically wounded by moving away quickly, though blood was already pouring out of the wound and sliding down his pant leg. He had to abandon the knife in Sanzo's body, not having enough time pull it out, but the damage had been done.

If organ malfunction didn't kill him then the blood loss would. He doubted Sanzo could get to any safety in his condition, and there was nobody around to save him or even watch him die. The creatures were more than likely to reach him first and finish him off.

His body collided with the wall as he dove away, and he slid down awkwardly, holding his wounded side and waiting for the last bullets to be lost somewhere. He could still hear the zombies clawing fervently at the windows and groaning loudly, but there were none close enough to them to get in the way at the moment, something of which he was thankful for as the pain continued to throb. There he remained for some time, watching Sanzo's body and waiting to see if he'd be able to get up in that state and try to attack him again.