"What? No!" he gestures dramatically at the zombies. "I'm not going to be able to move all of them onto the pad without them breaking through."

It's a giant twisting mass of creatures that move almost like a liquid. Like swarming ants. The teleporter pad isn't even that big, and he can't even tell how many more there are out there in the hall, just that they're piled up at the door and pushing with such force he can barely hold them back.

"If the teleporter works, why don't we just use it to teleport ourselves and the magnets out of here?" he asks shrewdly.