Jaime Reese Jalbuna's Story

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Jaime paced around in the living room of a diner he was able to board up. He knew he had to move, he had been holed up in the diner for a few days now and he knew that if he stayed any longer he'd have a mass of infected on his front door. He packed all of his stuff into his backpack and checked his guns making sure they were all loaded and ready to go. He stopped and grabbed the picture he kept of his sister and frowned looking at it. It had only been a month since she turned and had to be killed, it had been only one month that he was on his own. He slipped the picture into his pocket and pulled out his iPod touch and unlocked it. puzzled Jaime looked at the notification that there was a connection available.

Frowning he slipped the iPod back into his pocket and looked out a crack in the boards to the street in front of the diner. It seemed empty besides the horde of infected that were focused on a man that was stuck on the roof. This gave Jaime a choice, help the man out with the horde or leave him there with their attention giving him a chance to get away. Jaime frowned and mentally kicked himself in the ass, but the man on top of the roof was just that, another human being and while most other survivors seemed to throw away their sense of humanity Jaime still clung to his.

Silently Jaime sized the horde up and looked at his guns. He hated using them unless it was an emergency due to the way the infected were drawn to the sound but Jaime was sure that if the man stayed up there out in the open for to long he would attract one of the more evolved infected that would be able to find its way to him. Jaime took a breath and opened the door lifting up his gun and took aim. With each step he let out a shot and with each shot a creature dropped until he had to switch guns. With each miss Jaime was back on top of them with another shot to drop them. It's just like the range Jaime. Just focus, breath, and pull the trigger.

As the last zombie dropped Jaime put his gun into his backpack looking up at the roof. He didn't know if the guy would accept his help or turn on him and take everything he had stocked up in his bag but at least he satisfied the side of him that told him he was still human. "Hey you alright up there?" He asked constantly looking around him for any infected that would have been attracted by the shots.

Mitch has just sat down to start playing a game of solitaire when shots rang through the air. "What the hell?" He stood up and peeked over the edge of the roof while grabbing his rifle. What the hell is that kid doing? He stood and aimed down his scope to get a better look at things. He spots the diner door, freshly opened. That must have been where he just came from... The infected weren't in his way, what is he doing? He watches the young man go through a game of hit and miss until he reaches the front of the building, bodies all around him. "Hey you alright up there?" Mitch looks down at the kid, who is frantically looking around him. I hate teenagers. One thing that he kid is failing to do is look behind him. Mitch raises up his rifle, looks down the scope, takes a breath and pulls the trigger. The rifle shot rang in the silent air and bounced off of several buildings. The body drops behind him. Looks like that kid just shit his pants. Mitch smiles, laughing to himself and lowers his gun motioning the kid over to an ally with a fire ramp. "Come on up, don't want to be down there if more come because of that stunt you just pulled."

Mitch walks around the edges of the roof, monitoring the area for any infected that might have heard all the noise. While scanning the buildings and streets he thinks he spots a figure in a window but brushes it off as a figment of his imagination.

Amber sighed sitting on the roof of a small supermarket with her legs dangling off the edge as she took a puff off her cigarette. "Moan and groan all you want." She said ashing her cigarette over the mass of zombies that were gathered around the building mindlessly pressing their bodies against the stone wall and reaching up to her with their disgusting rotting hands.

She sighed feeling the sting from the gash on her leg and she knew that it had reopened. She set her half finished cigarette down and pulled her leg up unwrapping the blood soaked bandages from it tossing them down to the horde below.

She twisted around and grabbed her backpack unzipping it and pulling out a role of paper towels, her last role of bandages, and a bottle of water. She frowned as she opened the bottle taking a sip and then pouring some over the large gash that spread up from her ankle to her knee. She knew she needed to find more supplies, which meant she would have to go back inside the infested market and find away to get in and out before the infected really noticed her. Bambi closed her eyes while folding up several paper towels into thick squares and placed them over the gash holding them in place with one hand while she wrapped the bandages around her leg.

Throwing her bag behind a pile of scrap metal she turned walking to the stairwell down into the employee only section of the market. Bambi grabbed her bow of the door knob and knocked an arrow before she slowly opened the door and made her way downstairs as quietly as she could. So far the coast was clear. She set her bow down on a table and check the door into the actual super market to make sure that it wasn't left to where it could be pushed open easily. All good she thought to herself as she turned and started going through all the cabinets in the office finding nothing but a simple cereal bar. "Would you look at that Mimmi, there's lunch." She said smiling as her mind was filled with Mimmi's laughter.

Mimmi was just one of the many voices that filled her head in times when she was alone. Time to move on Bambi. Mimmi said and Bambi gladly agreed picking her bow back up and walking to the door into the actual shopping area of the market. "Ready Mimmi?" She asked as she took a deep breath and opened the door quickly drawing her bow and scanning the area only letting the string slowly slide back into it's resting position when she knew the general area was clear. She breathed a quick sigh of relief and moved as silently through the market trying to find anything that she could use. Setting her bow down she quickly pulled her bag off her shoulder and opened it throwing cans of beans, vegetables, fruit, and soup into her bag. There wasn't much but there but she gathered anything that would help and then moved to the pharmacy section of the market. Bambi had never been on any medications for her mental disorders so not having any now didn't make a difference.

Your not going to find anything for the pain. Everything will be gone. Bambi frowned realizing Mimmi was right but then something caught her eye. The counter that held all the big medications behind it had been locked behind a large plexiglass window. The window was scratched and scuffed as if someone had tried to get inside by breaking the window to no avail. The office. There were keys in the office. Lexa's voice filled her head as Bambi looked around for any infected before making her way back to the office. She scrambled through the cabinets once again as the sound of a motorcycle racing down the street caught her attention. She rushed to the front of the market knowing there was a horde in the back of the building that heard it too. Across the street she could see three men holding someone hostage. Just leave her to die. Those words were all she could hear from Mimmi and for a second she wanted to listen, but she decided against it and held her bow tightly as she pushed the doors of the market open. The mens attention was all on the girl giving her a chance to slip around to the side of them where they couldn't see her. Bambi slowly crept up closer and pulled her bow string back and took aim. The man with the gun was her main focus, once he was down the rest would be easy to handle. Bambi took a breath and exhaled slowly letting go of the string letting the arrow fly through the air hitting the man dead in the neck. Once he was down she knocked another arrow and took aim at the other two. "Either of you move and I swear I'll drop you just as easily as I did him. Is that understood?" She asked watching the two men frozen in fear. "You alright?" She asked looking at the girl.







Jaime climbed up to the roof and looked at the man. "You know it's not smart to just sit out here. Though the hordes can't get up here there are ones that jump. I'm Jaime by the way." He said looking at him carefully. "Decided to find out if you'd want to tag along while I find somewhere new to hole up for a while." He said sitting down pulling a piece of bread out of his backpack looking around. There didn't seem to be many infected around, something somewhere else in the city must have their attention. He sighed and looked at him. "How long have you been up here?" He asked still not sure how the survivor would react.

Mitch walks over to the fire escape to watch the kid climb up it, still cautious of the young man. ""You know it's not smart to just sit out here. Though the hordes can't get up here there are ones that jump. Mitch pushed his tongue to the inside of his bottom lip and nods his head slightly. "I was waiting for an idiot like you to run along and distract them. But I guess killing them solves the problem too." Mitch walks over to where he was sitting before the kid showed up, testing him. He wanted to see what the kid would do if he turned his back on him. "I'm Jaime by the way." Mitch sits down and adjusts himself into a comfortable position and looks back at Jaime."Decided to find out if you'd want to tag along while I find somewhere new to hole up for a while."Mitch watched as Jaime positioned himself on the ground in front of him, while rummaging through his backpack. "The names Mitch. Don't bother rememberin it cause I won't be stickin 'round for too long." "How long have you been up here?" Mitch shifts his weight and says "This'll be my third day up here. I was plannin' on leavin either sometime today for tomorrow. Don't like being held up in one place for too long." They sat there for a few moments and Mitch breaks the silence. "Y'know... I haven't seen any infected after you come running through here, guns'a'blazin. You don't suppose there are other people doing somethin worse."

Looking at each other, inquiringly, Mitch asks the kid "You haven't seen anyone else 'round here recently, have ya'? I coulda swore I saw a figure in a window in the building next to us." Mitch stands up and digs through his pack for his spoon. "I'm gonna check it out" Mitch kneels down at the edge of the roof, positioning the spoon so it reflects then sun. He reflects the glare into the window and moves it back and forth, waiting for a response...

Mitch gave up with trying to signal the thing that was in the room and realized he must look like a crazy old man to the boy. He stood up from the edge and winced in pain from the strain on his bad knee. He was getting older and he knew it. All that work in consutrction has really taken a toll on my body. He put the pain in the back of his mind and turned his attention to his neighbor in the building next to him. Whatever it was that was in that room, either had no brain to notice or didn't want to be seen. He shrugged it off and figured that if it was a human, they would eventually have to come out, and if it was one of the infected, he didn't mind them not noticing the pair. As he was thinking to himself he heard a body moving below, and fast. He limped over to his rifle and creeped to the edge of the roof to maybe spot whatever it was lurking in the shadows. With no luck of seeing what it was he scratched his head and looked at Jaime and said in a quieter voice, "Am I the only one hearing this?" I think I'm going crazy.

Scarlett didn't want to go closer to the people who caused her so much pain with their loud noises and guns. But her rumbling stomach and parched tongue said otherwise. Scarlett's ears were still ringing and flashes of color hindered her vision.

The taste of rust on her tongue left a stagnant reminder of the pain she had experienced.

The sound of her hurried footsteps were a hideous mix of colors. The slapping of bare feet against concrete bought out the worst in her. She ran up stairs and heard two men's voices. One was higher than the other. It sounded like a mix of deep purples and blue. The other voice was deeper and older. It was a mix of earthy green colors. The voices were human. That soothed her somewhat but the rusty taste of pain was still strong under her tongue.

Scraping and moving from the level above her threw silver. Guns. That was the color of guns. Scar did not unload her bow. She did not want to walk into a room armed and looking for a fight because she would surely loose. Maybe that would be for the better. She could die. She could be free. She could be happy. Sky blue. But what would be would be.

Cat followed her obediently and stayed silent. Scar turned into the open room to see the two men standing there. An older man and one around her age. They both held weapons. Scarlett decided to Play on her innocent girl looks.

Grey. Grey was loneliness. Something she had seen and felt for so long. But this feeling was a flash of purple. A feeling she hasn't felt in a long time. Hope. Fleeting purple.

Scarlett leant her tiny body against the door frame. She shrunk away from their eyes and weapons. Her eyes were glued to the floor as her stomach rumbled loudly.

"I'm Scarlett." Light green. Her voice was a light green and it wasn't something she was use to seeing. The next part of her sentence stunned her.
"I need help" The long scar reaching from her elbow to wrist was clearly visible. Her voice was low and fast. She couldn't remember the last time she had eaten, her body had wasted away and she was weak and shaky. Cat stood by her feet and Scar longed to pick her up. Instead she stood tensely and waited for their reply.

Mitch and Jaime were gathering their things when they heard glass breaking in the distance along with the footsteps underneath. "We need to go. Now." The footsteps got closer and closer and the door burst open. A young girl stood there before them, frail and weak. She looked as if she was going to pass out at any second. A cat was at her feet. Before they could say anything, not that they had anything to say, she blurted "I'm Scarlett. I need help." Another one... Mitch thought. She looks so young. I can't just let her... No, she can't stay. What are you thinking Mitch! She looks about Alley's age.

Mitch looked at Jaime and then back at Scarlett. Mitch shuffled his feet and then decided to act. She needed help and he was going to give it to her, regardless the consequence. "Come here" he directed at the girl. "Jaime, shut the door. Scarlett, sit down." He walked over to his bags, grabbing a ration of supplies, the bottle of water he used from this morning, and his spoon. "Jaime keep on the look out, look around and make sure nothing followed her" he said as he mixed together the chicken spaghetti that was in the ration. He knelt down and handed it to her with the left over water. He handed her the spoon and asked "Are you with anyone? Did you see anyone or anything follow you here?" I'm asking her too many questions, she looks frightened. His fatherly instincts were kicking in and there was no turning back now. He was going to take care of this girl.

Scarlet took unsteady steps toward a chair the older man had gestured her to take. The dark green of his voice soothed her some but still her nerves were frayed and she was on edge. He handed her some sort of rations and water. She quickly drunk more than her fair share and started eating. He knelt beside her and she shuffled away. Purple hope had distracted her. She whimpered as the questions came hard and fast. Suddenly his voice was not so soothing.

Earthy green mixed with fleeting purple, lonely grey and left over red and black. These colors flooded her mind and clouded every rational thought. Swirls of colors disorientated her greatly and whimpers escaped her lips. Usually voices didn't affect her but after everything that had happened Scarlett was sensitive to even the smallest sounds. Covering her ears Scarlett stood and move away from the noise. Her breath came out in gasps and she closed her eyes.

"I'm on my own!" She screamed out in pain. Silent tears falling from her closed eyes. Colors still swarmed behind her eyes relieving her of any sane thoughts. "Please just stop talking." She begged. The boy her age spoke quietly in deep purple.

"To many questions Mitch. Give her time to breathe." Somewhere in her brain she registered that the older mans name was Mitch. Cat meowed and cuddled into the mans leg.

Mitch seemed trustworthy. She just needed silence to get her thoughts back into order. At the moment only terror and confusion ran through her head.

Scarlett realized as clarity started to slice through the fog that she was easy prey. She was a weak link in their chain. Mitch seemed strong and capable as did the boy who's name she was yet to learn. She could let herself die but Scarlett did not want one of these men to die as a result of her incapability.

Mitch watched as the young girl went from being calm to disgruntled in a matter of seconds. She stood from where she was sitting and screamed ""I'm on my own!" Mitch stood and tried to comfort the girl from screaming and alerting every zombie in the vicinity. She moved away from him and said in a quieter tone "Please just stop talking." Before Mitch could open his mouth to say anything Jaime interrupted with "To many questions Mitch. Give her time to breathe."

Mitch nodded his head to Jaime and gently said to the girl "I'm sorry Darlin', I just want to make sure we're safe. Please don't yell again, you'll alert every damn zombie in this city."

He walked away and gave the girl some space. He picked up his rifle and examined the area for himself. He looked in the alley and saw nothing. He moved to the other side of the roof with the view of the street and saw several zombies. He had completely forgotten about the previous events that had led up to Scarlett barging in. He quickly examined the area around the building and stopped. In the neighboring building's window there was a white blanket with bold black lettering stating "SOS."

There was someone in there. I knew I wasn't mad! (OOC: I am changing the way I think to myself from bold to italics. I hope this doesn't confuse anyone.)

From under the blanket he see's another young female peeking out. He raised his hand and waved slightly, motioning to her that he had noticed her. He mouthed "Are you okay?"

He told Jaime "We need to get of this roof. There is someone in the building next to us who seems to need help. I'm sure your escapade earlier attracted more zombies along with our new friend's screaming."

Joseph Villiers was standing in the First floor of a cheap looking night club called Ollies, the sort of place he wouldn’t caught dead in back in London was now keeping him alive. He glanced at himself in the mirror behind the bar and wiped a glob of vomit from his chin, he’d just returned from the bathroom after a bout of nausea. The doctors had said this was to be expected and it wasn’t yet debilitating but that day would come. He popped a Xanax followed by a pain killer and hoped that that was his sickness dealt with for the day.

The club was a four story building consisting of a Basement, Ground, First and second floors. The basement was a storage area containing bottles of drink and packets of nuts. The ground floor was the reception area and Joseph had only been there once when he first arrived. It was too close to the streets so he’d barricaded the doors as best he could. He spent most of his time on the First floor which was a large dance floor that didn’t restrict movement unlike the second floor which was a collection of eight VIP rooms for hosting small parties. The rooms weren’t large but were designed to give an air of exclusivity. The doors operated on a key card system to prevent undesirables getting in that Joe though was sort of cool and each had a touch screen that could be used to send drink orders to the bar without have to leave the pod. Additionally the pods were sound proofed so one party listening to Ricky Martin wouldn’t be upset by the Skrillex crowd next door. Joe had had seen the same set up in other clubs.

The club had three fire escapes that brought you directly to the street level as well as a refurbished service elevator that ran from the ground floor to all other floors for use by staff. Of course there was no staff these days.

Just Joe.

Joe’s dance floor home contained his meagre supplies which consisted mainly of spare clothing, painkillers and whatever anti-nausea meds he could get his hands on. His arsenal was a piece of bent piping and a .357 revolver with five rounds left. Originally he had twelve but he spent a couple learning how to work the thing and a few more plugging an infected, the gun didn’t quite get the job done and that’s why the pipe was bent.

The only real problem Joe had was food and he’d been living on packets of nuts which at least gave him some protein but the taste was starting to drive him mad. Over the last few days the infected had been too active in the area to let him go on a supply run. He’d hoped that they were just passing through and would move on but that didn’t seem to be happening. New York had a population of over Eight million people most of whom were infected so the crowds thinning out was something of a long shot.

Joe pulled on his pea coat and made his way up the stairs to the second floor and onto the roof of Ollie’s Nightclub. As he climbed he wondered not for the first who the hell Ollie was. The sight that greeted him on the roof was not a happy one. Infected were all over the street if anything it looked like their numbers had increased and he could hear screaming in the distance.

“Bollocks.” Joseph whispered.

He really wanted the streets to be clear so he could at least get some supplies, he’d even settle for that hideous American Invention, Beef Jerky anything but peanuts. The infected seemed to be interested in two buildings in particular. On one stood two men and in the other was what looked like a child. Some infected were also milling around outside a diner although it appeared to be empty.

Joseph swore again. The ruckus cause but the others up the street had distracted the infected enough for them to thin out around his building not enough but more than it had been. The further north you went up the street the thicker the crowds got and he was sure the noise was attracting people from the south. He was as stuck as they were and he thought about just going back down stairs and letting them attract as many infected as possible then he could make his break at night fall.

H knew he wouldn’t though he couldn’t leave a kid alone at the mercy of those things. If he ever got home he’d have to look Penny in eyes and he didn’t think he could that with a dead kid on his conscience.

Thankfully Joe had been working on a plan. He’d noticed the infected seemed to be attracted to sound and ecided if he was quick he could use this to his advantage. His plan was to create a distraction in the club car park then run over the club using the fire escapes to the opposite side. While the infected were checking out the car park he’d run away as fast as his legs could pump. It wasn’t a great plan but it was better than nothing, the distraction had taken some thinking but he figured he’d worked one out.
He was going to blow up some cars.

He’d tore up one of his shirts up into strips and had the idea of getting creative with car petrol tanks. The car park was somewhat protected by a chain link fence that would give him a chance to work but there had just been too many infected and he be spotted as soon as he entered the car park. Now though the infected were more interested in what was happening to the north which gave him an opening.

The strips were in the pocket of his Pea cot and he already had the lighter so there was really nothing stopping him. He approached the fire escape and slowly made his way down to car park below. It was deserted which was a stroke of luck he knew some of the infected could climb but obviously none had made their way into the car park. He had five strips which meant he could turn five cars into flaming infernos.

He crouched low and moved quickly and as silently as possible. He got to the first row of cars and started twisting off petrol caps. The first two caps needed keys so they were spared but soon he had found five that he could force the cloth into while also leaving a long tail as a fuse. It had occurred to him that stealing a car and driving away might be a good idea but New York was gridlock on the best of days, during a zombie outbreak he’d be lucky to make a quarter of a mile before something blocked his path.

With his strips dangling in petrol tanks Joe produced a book of matches he’d taken from the club and lit the rags that were stuffed in the car’s fuel tanks as he made his way back to the fire escape. The long strips would give him a few seconds to get clear. Once he’d lit the last one he got to his feet and ran. Noise wasn’t an issue now, getting to safety was.

He clambered up the fire escape as the first two went off followed by the third he stole a glance at the blazing twisted metal and then continued upwards. The fourth and fifth didn’t erupt until he was on the roof and making his way toward the door on the roof. He thought about trying one of the other fire escapes and running but he knew that was foolish. The infected were coming toward him now and there was no way he’d get through them. He didn’t bother looking up the street toward the people in the buildings as he was more focused on getting back inside. Whether or not the two men were able to save the child was up to them, he’d done his best to distract the infected.

Joe made his way down the stairs and back to the first floor where he made a beeline for the bar and got a plastic bottle filled with water and a packet of nuts.

He munched glumly before checking the doors again.

Mitch watched the young women's confused face and realized she hadn't understood anything he said. He motioned to her to hold on and ran over to the other side of the roof to gather his things. He checked the roof for anything he may have forgotten before throwing his pack onto his back. He straitened himself and picked up his rifle.

"Jaime... Scarlett. Let's get off this roof and help her get out of that building." He motioned to the women in the building next to them. He looked back over to the window and tried to convey that they would be over there shortly to help her out. Before he could even make his way over to the ladder there was a loud explosion just a block away. Mitch fell to his knees just out of pure reflex and looked up at the sky in the direction of the explosion. Black smoke. The explosion was loud and large. Someone must have set a couple cars on fire. What an idiot. How about we just attract all the zombies in the whole city! He thought to himself, very agitated.

He lifted himself from the ground and wiped himself off. "Everyone okay?" He looked at his companions to make sure that they were still intact. In seeing they were he looked over the edge of the roof to the zombies who were now interested in whatever had made such a loud noise. Now was their chance. They needed to move away from here and fast. He had been saying this for the past couple hours and was now going to act. "Let's get off this building while the infected are still distracted."

Mitch made his way down to the ladder and told Jaime to go down first so that he could cover him from the roof. He watched as the young man made each step down the long ladder until his feet safely made its way to the ground. Mitch followed him down and said to Scarlett, "Follow right behind me after I make it down. Just don't look down." Mitch safely made it to the bottom and examined the alley way for any lingering infected. He watched for Scarlett and waiting her to make way down.

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Jaime looked around and examined the new company. Mitch had been barking off orders to him like he was the boss or something. It was starting to annoy him and began to regret his decision to join the man. Not only that, but the frightened girl started screaming which probably alerted everything in a 3 block radius. Mitch started trying to communicate with a women next door and was failing at it. She was attractive but a bit too old for his tastes.

Mitch ran around the roof like a chicken with its head cut off. He started barking out more orders that Jaime was uninterested in. Before Jaime could even process or comply with what Mitch had been saying a loud explosion interrupted his train of thought. It was just around the block and he was sure it would attract new zombies. So that was what the old man was blabbering about. He watched as Mitch fell to the ground and got back up again, asking if they were alright. "Yeah, I'm alright. We should probably leave, like... now."

Mitch walked over the the ladder and told Jaime to go down first. Jaime looked around in the alley while taking each shaky step down. The ladder groaned and he was afraid it would break before he could even make it to the bottom. It didn't and he examined the area while he waited for Mitch and Scarlett to make their way down.

The man on the roof gave her the universal "hold on" signal. Robyn just blinked owlishly at him. I'm not going anywhere, Mister Roof Guy, She thought, smiling slightly. I was thinking Disneyland, but what with the weather report saying the apocalypse is upon us, I don't think it would be the happiest place on Earth anymore.

She crawled out from under the bed. She wasn't going to let them risk themselves for her and not do anything. But she saw the guy and two others clambering down off the roof. There was a girl with a bow and a boy as well... A bow? That's a good weapon for right now. She thought. Too bad I don't know how to use one or I'd swap for this gun.

The scientist gazed out over the horizon. The Infected were lumbering towards some black smoke coiling into the air. Robyn didn't question it. She did climb out the window onto the fire escape after looking around to be sure no Infected were around or could see her.

C'mon, Roof people, She thought. Help me out, here!

Mitch looked around and plotted their next move. He peeked around the edge of the building to examine the street ahead. The infected were staggering towards the huge smoke cloud that was billowing in the sky. They needed to get to the other side of the building, undetected, and safe. The Window Woman is waiting for their help and Mitch was going to help her if that was the last thing he did. "Jaime, you go first, make sure to scout the area out before proceeding. Scarlett, you're going to follow Jaime quietly. I'll be right behind you guys covering the back." He looked at their faces to make sure they got the jist of things, giving Scarlett a god examining take make sure she was able to continue. "Go." Mitch watched Jaime as he stepped out of the safety of the alley. Jaime started walking towards the building cautiously with Scarlett in his shadow. Mitch let them get several steps ahead until stepping out of the alley to follow them. The infected that were straggling hadn't spotted them so they were good.

They made it to the building in one piece without alerting any of the near by zombies. Now how to get her out. Mitch thought to himself. He hadn't thought of that while he was still in the safety of the roof and kicked himself for it. They were just going to have to go inside and retrieve her from hiding. He thought of a plan and settled with the easiest one. "We're going to go in there, watch your steps and be quiet." Mitch walked over to the door and tried to look in the window to no avail. He slowly turned the door knob and it stopped. Fuck! It's locked. He thought, almost snarling his thoughts out loud. "We're going to have to find another way in." He stepped off the doorstep and walked to the alley next to the building. All of the windows were too high, hopefully there was a backdoor they could enter in. They walked through the alley very easily. Not a zombie in site. They spotted the back door and Jaime ran to it. He quickly turned the door knob and exalted that it was open. Before Mitch could stop him Jaime had already thrust the door open. Jaime wasn't paying attention to his surroundings enough to see the small group of infected that had made their way to the door from inside the building. Before Mitch could do anything the zombies grabbed and took him to the ground. They started scratching and biting at him. Jaime laid there and screamed, trying to fight the zombies off.

Mitch ran over, grabbing the hatchet from his belt and went to town on the zombies. He hacked and slashed until the very last zombie was dead. He breathed heavily, his face and clothes now covered in zombie blood and guts. He slumped over to Jaime's body, now barely recognizable and fell to his knees. Every breathe Jaime took, he gargled blood. There is no saving him Mitch... End his suffering. He looked into the young man's eyes. He had barely known him but still felt sorry for him. So young. Mitch grabbed Jaime's head, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. Crack! Mitch broke his neck, ending his suffering. He stood up and looked at Scarlett. I wonder what she thinks of me now. I must look like a monster. There was not time for wondering, they needed to get the woman and get out of there, pronto.