Clint cursed again before breaking down his gun, "Cover me, I'm going to get down there and move them somewhere else." He did a quick sweep of nearby buildings, brow creased and just a little tense, he knew it was all a simulation, but he still felt like he'd failed if he didn't take care of the survivors in time, "How's the shop at the end of the block look to you?"

He gestured to indicate which one he meant. The windows on the ground floor had been boarded up at some point, which he was taking as a good sign, and he didn't see any movement in the upper levels. There was always a chance that the ground floor was still swarming, but it didn't appear to be.