"That'll do," he whispers back as he rips the zip shut again, slings his bag back over his shoulders, stores his rifle. The moment he's set, nail bomb in hand, he takes position. Crouching against the side of the dumpster, listening hard over the sound of bullets firing and his own pulse drumming hard in his head.

"There! They're over there!" he hears someone shout from near where the bullets were fired from. And that, he decides, is just going to have to be their cue.

"Now!" Joel orders.

Jumping up, he darts out from behind the dumpster, greeted with a clear view of the men that are now running in a pack towards them. "Ellie!" Joel calls out warningly because they've gotta get these guys now if they want any chance of getting out of here alive.

With a grunt, he lobs the nail bomb as hard as he can towards them, where it lands with a scraping metallic skitter along the ground.