Christian Duffy's Story

Hannah did her best to support the woman with the man but her strength was waning and she could feel every second step begin to falter. "Ugh" she grunted with aching legs, "We.. have to get to the police station... I can't keep holding her up" she continued feeling guilty at her physical weakness. Hannah heaved the girl up as carefully as she could and took a deep breath then kept on.

As they ran down the side of the zoo Hannah could hear the trumpeting of the elephant again and she gritted her teeth in worry. Not again... she pleaded in her mind. She heard the screams of the chimpanzees accompany the elephant too and Hannah closed her eyes begging that everything was trying to kill her was distracted from the group.

They neared the end of the zoo and as they turned the corner to the left of them Hannah saw the police station - an old colonial styled building - originally used as a bank, then a museum it was currently the city's police headquarters. "It's a big strong building" Hannah grunted, thinking out loud; "If there's no one in it, or next to no one, we've got a good regrouping base". Hannah took another deep breath, her muscled beginning to hurt, trying not to attract attention but turning her head back to the rest of the group, "C'mon everyone! We're only about 100 feet from the station, we need to get there!". Hannah looked to pack and locked eyes, "If you can... sprint on three?".

Hannah paused, took a moment to collect her breath and quickly spoke to the unconscious woman she was holding, "Stay in there ok? We'll get you down and get Christian to look you over, he's a nurse" she said with a hopeful and reassuring tone. "Ok, 1...2...3!" Hannah took off as fast as she could, impressed at her ability to keep holding the woman but also impressed the man who she was helping was able to keep a good pace too. She almost laughed when she looked over to him and for the first time saw how awkward it must have been for him to move in such a big jacket covered in bags.

As Hannah, Pack and Kat reached the steps up to the front door Hannah sighed with relief, and pulled herself out from under Kat, "Can you carry her up the steps, i'll open the door" Hannah said hurriedly. She approached the big old wooden doors to the police station and turned the handle but Hannah was met with locked handles. "Shit!" she hissed turning around to look at the man and woman he was holding, "It's fucking locked!".

Hannah scanned the street to see the rest of the group, they were making their way across but everyone was being careful... The undead had pretty much shuffled their way into the zoo by now, but the trumpeting elephant and chimps could be heard howling... and a few stragglers had noticed one or two of the group. Hannah looked around the station's outside and spied a window slightly ajar about a half a story up. "if someone was given a lift.. they might be able to get inside and unlock the doors before we get seriously noticed by the zombies..." Hannah said thinking out loud, waiting for the others to catch up.

Pack barely knew what the hell was going on anymore. Glass shattering, people running around, firing weapons, Kat muttering under her breath. He couldn't let her go out this way. He had to keep going, for himself and for the others. No way was anyone else going to die in vain. Not today. "Fuck, man, let's hope the police had confiscated some wine or something, I am thirsty as hell!" He let out loudly.

"We have to get to the police station... I can't keep holding her up." The woman, who Pack assumed was named Hannah, looked to be growing a bit tired. She must have been running, their group hadn't had the luxury of a moment in the truck. To rest. From where Pack was, it sounded like the strike squad managed to take out many of the chimps. The elephant was back, though. It may be distracted by the undead humans, however. Pack had no idea what would go through an undead elephant's mind. Pack had to ask.

"If and elephant... never forgets... does that rule... apply to a fucking dead elephant?" Pack let out between heavy breaths, feeling stupid with his irony and sarcastic ways. "Let's get there soon." Pack said, a little more serious now. Pack was fading in and out of conscious listening. Hannah was talking about the nurse man.

"If you can... sprint on three." Again, Pack grinned.

"I got the legs of a pack mule, ma'am. Let's run and get done." She counted down... One... two... three! He sprinted hard. Pack could tell that Hannah must be in some good shape, because he had to work hard to keep up. Who knew carrying hundreds of pounds of bags over the years and having solid legs would benefit him so well? He heard Hannah snickering a bit, and he knew why: a fella' like Pack, wearing a big ass coat and a lot of bags, was probably a sight to see, running so quickly. "Watch it, lady." Pack said with fake scold, as he began to snicker as well. Hannah asked him to carry Kat up the steps, and he obliged. He held her in his arms, legs over his left arm, back stabilized with his right. She was light weight, he had little trouble running up the steps.

"It's fucking locked!" Pack sighed, cursing under his breath. He knew it wouldn't be so easy; it had yet to be easy so far.

"Well, we're not going down out here... maybe-"

"If someone were given a lift..." Hannah began devising a plan to get in through the window. He sighed again, seeing a few undead peeling through the fence and from side streets, slowly approaching. No where near as many as there were in the zoo, but a good dozen or so would attract the rest.

"Some one get in there quick, we've got little time! The zombies don't want to miss their meal! Whoever goes in, take one of the guns, and be careful!" Pack sighed for the umpteenth time. He wasn't about to leave Kat here, and his bags were much too bulky for him to squeeze through the window. Who would go into the gauntlet to save them? Pack wasn't sure... He hoped it would be soon, though.

"Give me a hand then, I'll get in and open the doors." Christian wheezed, running up beside Hannah and the other two strangers. He had been moving in between the others, his brain swamped with thoughts both selfish and selfless. He had contemplated running, leaving them behind and attempting to survive solo. But seeing that injured girl, her maimed friend helping her and... Hannah. For some reason, she was the main reason he stayed. He inwardly kicked and punched himself. The dead were walking and eating the living, now was NOT the time for crushes to be formed. But Christian felt his need here with them was greater than his own, and for the 2234th time that day, he had made a choice that was so out-of-character for himself.

Christian's eyes flickered across the three as they spoke in hurried gasps. "if someone were given a lift... someone get in there quick, we've got little time...!" The red-headed girl's condition seemed to be deteriorating and Christian knew he needed to check her over, his Hippocratic Oath rolling through his mind, amongst the voice shrieking inside telling him to ball up in a corner and sob and the emotions he felt seeing these people (dead and alive) around him. He looked at Hannah and the man helping the girl desperately, his eyes darting behind him to see a few undead shambling towards them. "Christ... I need to get in now. We all do." He quickly slipped the crowbar into his pants, hooking it through a hole in his underpants - he knew he wore those for a reason - and moved over to the ledge.

"ONE OF YOU GIVE ME THAT BOOST OR WE ARE ALL FINISHED. AND THAT IS NOT HOW I PLAN TO GO." Christian growled, looking back at Hannah and the other two. The sky above them echoed a dull roar. A storm was coming.




Lulu's smartass attitude was crushed in fear as she watched this man's reaction to his stripped car. She was frightened. She backed away from him as he advanced on her, eyes wide as she saw her horrified reflection in his blazing eyes and as his fist came up to her jaw height, she suddenly felt a surge of rage. She watched as he brought his fist down into the car beside him, the power behind it was enough to severely indent the body. She swallowed hard but stepped up to him anyway, only a meter between them. "Don't be a fucking baby!" She drawled, looking at him with all the courage she could muster.

"I was the one that fixed your car each time it came in by the way, my father always let me tinker on yours." She informed him bluntly, her legs trembling a little under her baggy oil-soaked overalls. "I have... I stripped your car for... Well, I didn't know you'd be back, everyone was dead and my father had left me with his pr-project and I wanted to continue it..." She was babbling now, she knew it. Her mind was abuzz with tender memories and flaming emotions. She sighed, her face softening. "I'll just show you."

Lulu moved through the back of the garage, weaving through the cars and their parts, the musky smell of old petrol and paint filling her lungs, calming her. She fished the keys from her pocket and unlocked the heavy door at the back, looking at the furious man with a slight smile - a genuine one. "This is what I have been doing, this is why I took your, er... "baby kitten" apart..." She stepped into the airy shed, the ceilings high and floor stained. She felt a grin crack across her dry lips. There her and her dad's project sat in all it's fortified glory. A bus he had bought on a whim, to be made into a holiday home. But when this madness began, Mr Meoquanee's ideas flowed into a different direction and he and Lulu began working on creating a tank-like bus. Lulu had worked on it since he had died, and was almost finished.

She was proud of it. She knew her father would be too.

"If an elephant... never forgets... does that rule... apply to a fucking dead elephant?" Kat burst into a fit of giggles at his words. She was definitely delirious. But she had managed to stay somewhat conscious for the past several minutes. That was, until they started sprinting. Stars danced in front of her eyes and her head lolled as she tried to count them. Finally there was sweet relief, for they had stopped. And she found herself being scooped up once more into Pack's arms. She bobbed far less as he ran up the steps. This was much more preferable to dangling between two people.

Through her darkened vision, Kat saw the blood that wet his sleeve and reached out to touch it. That had to be bad. The tiny woman was beyond the point of noticing the chaos going on behind them, but at least she was able to focus on something. Above her head, he was shouting something again. "Someone get in there quick, we've got little time! The zombies don't want to miss their meal! Whoever goes in, take one of the guns, and be careful!"

Suddenly then there was another man up there with them. She thought she remembered seeing him poking at her eye, peering in at her. He was hollering just as much as everyone else. "ONE OF YOU GIVE ME THAT BOOST OR WE ARE ALL FINISHED. AND THAT IS NOT HOW I PLAN TO GO." She squeezed her eyes shut, wincing a bit. But then she quickly opened them once more.

"Hey," Kat said, tilting her head up to peer through the darkness of Pack's hood, though her head went back a little further than she would have liked and she had to correct herself, blinking several times. "Put me down, help that guy." She offered him an almost drunken smile. Man, she was tired. Maybe if he set her down on the steps there she could just take a little nap. There was certainly no sense in them all dying just because she had to be held the whole time. "I'll be good," she promised.

"Hey," Pack heard Kat push out. He looked at her, glad she was alive, but feeling that it must be unfortunate to be conscious and feeling the pain. She looked dazed. Her head tilted back and corrected itself, like a kid not wanting to sleep while playing video games, or someone who was ill, not realizing what they were doing. "Put me down, help that guy." Pack sighed. Hannah was exhausted, but he still had some good strength in him. "I'll be good." Pack cursed lightly under his breath.

"Don't you die on me while I go get him in, I'll be gone for a second. Stay here. I still have to make fun of you later, anyways." Pack let her mostly limp body brush up against a bag he left behind her, the bag where he left his blankets and sleep gear. It was soft enough that the wall wouldn't bother her too much. He hoped. As he got her against it, Rikter shot a nearby zombie in the head. He was a damned good shot. Pack checked Kat over one more time, making sure she would stay sitting up against the wall, and then ran over to Christian.

"Alright, man, I'll lift you up. Take this handgun. Even if you don't know how to use it like those two, just take it with you. At the least, it will make you feel better having it. On three, alright? One... Two... Three!" He boosted up with both arms, feeling each of his feet leave them as he got high enough. "Now get in quick! We'll be waiting!" Pack turned, looking to the carnage in the streets. Undead were shambling idiotically, slamming into cars and into fires. The elephant hadn't seemed to notice the group, and was randomly charging about through the zoo, tossing infected into little piles across the area. Shit looked crazy out there. "Damn... we better fucking make it." Pack jogged back over to Kat, who was still sitting up against the wall.

Marcus was the last to get to the police station, with Mr Guitar pulling off a nice headshot on a nearby infected. Two sharpshooters in a group this size wouldn't be a bad thing, although Marcus couldn't gauge if it was just a lucky shot. As he climbed up the steps, Pack was busy lifting a man into the nearby open window. "Locked?" he questioned, and was greeted with nods.

The city fire was on the other side of the zoo but crept ever closer. Turning to the group, he stated "Whoever said we should stay here for 6 or so hours, we're out of luck. That fire will be here in around an hour, thirty minutes if we're unlucky," he turned towards Kat, "we won't be able to help her in any substantial way, but the rest could prove useful. If only we still had the truck..." he trailed off.

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With the exception of a few shambling infected (Who he noticed were gradually growing in frequency, probably as a result of being funnelled by the fire), the place was calm, and while they waited for the man who he now knew as Chris, a nurse, they gradually introduced themselves. There was Hannah, the pretty young woman who had assisted Pack move Kat, Rickter, who Marcus preferred to call Mr Guitar, and Carrie, the woman he had spotted from a rooftop shortly after leaving the camp and who had stayed with Rickter. Kat was sort of in a midplane between conciousness and unconsciousness leaving her sort of blabbering and confused, but Pack remained there to comfort her. Marcus had been placed on guard duty in the event that any infected got too close, but most of them seemed disinterested now, either scared of the fire or the elephant that seemed reluctant to leave the zoo. If anything, he felt the safest here for the first time since he evacuated the stadium, even though reality stated that was further from the truth - 'the power of many' he reasoned.

Hannah was taking deep breaths, catching her breath and looking around the street and around the group. When Christian offered himself up as the hero of the moment, Hannah nodded thankfully then spoke to Pack, "I'll look after her while you help Christian" she picked up a nearby discarded broken pipe and wielded it in both hands like a baseball bat. She looked across to the zoo and saw up in the distance the orange ember from the fire that was burning in the city.

"Jesus.. that's all we need" she sighed tiredly as Marcus spoke of their urgency needed in leaving the city. Hannah moved back closer to Kat and kneeled down, looking her over, "I won't lie" she said with a tired mocking, but comforting laugh, "You a little worse for wear... But we're about to get into the police station... then we'll quickly look you over... or Christian will... he's a nurse... my name is Hannah by the way." She smiled weakly then looked over to Christian being helped up by Pack, "C'mon guys... we need this thing moving... the city is on fire.. we've got a crazed zoo and it's only a matter of time before the infected see us!"



Cameron followed the girl through the small hangar at watched as she brought him into the actual garage, he was a little taken aback at her come-back-attitude when he'd lost it before. He smirked a little, she was sort of like his little sister... or what he could remember of her. As he ducked his head to walk into the room he saw why the girl had been stripping the cars, and his.

"Holy shit" Cameron whispered under his breath, taking in the full glory of the tanked out bus before him. "This... this is what you'd been doing?" Cameron shook his head and looked down to the girl with a cheeky grin then a stern face, "Now I ain't saying you don't owe me a new car... but this little monster is something fierce!" Another grin washed across his face. "What you got left to do on this badboy?" Cameron asked as he began to walk around the bus. He paused at the front doors and turned to look at her, "I'm only gonna take a look ok? Won't touch... promise" As Cameron walked up the few stairs and into the bus, the first thing he noticed were that keys were left in the ignition. He turned to look down the bus and saw that the first half had had the seats ripped out, and a few strong boxes replaces around the sides instead, "These for guns?" he asked calling over his shoulder. He walked up further and saw the other half still had its seats in it... "Passengers" he whispered somewhat disapprovingly. The windows had bars across them and sides of the bus were welded, albeit messily with the parts and sides of cars for extra protection.

Cameron stepped of the bus and saw that his impala has been used on the front of the bus, "My baby is taking the lead I see" he said with solemn words... "I guess she's bein' used for somethin' good though.." Cameron looked up at her, "So what're your plans then missy? Gonna go pickin' up survivors?" Cameron lent against the bus and sighed, turning his head to the side trying not look like he cared, he asked "Mind If I hitch a ride down the road and to the police station? I got something left there that I need... I won't bother you after?"

Cameron brought himself off the bus and went to approach the girl when he the screeching of the infected echoing through the hangar. Cameron froze and shuddered looking at the girl, "Shit..." he hissed, "We gotta go!"

Christian looked at the gun in his palm and tried not to falter. He had never fired a real gun, only those that riddled his Friday nights on Xbox. He nodded at the man, feeling a little conflicted taking a weapon that could do more harm to himself than a zom. In any other situation, that power-surge people speak of when they hold a firearm would have coursed through his veins - but the circumstances were too grim, even for Christian. He stashed the gun into the strap of his underpants, the handle jutting out from his backside.

"Right. Let's do this-" It really would have been too bad if Christian was not ready to get into the police station, because the tattered man had a strength about him that was lost in translation. As he climbed onto the man's arms, he was thrusted up, his feet dangling down as he reached the windowsill and pushed himself through the small opening, the window sliding open as he slithered into the dark room. Christian turned, looked down at the others - "Now get in quick! We'll be waiting!" - and saluted before his eyes grazed the gruesome scene beyond. The sky was a gradient of amber and slate; smoke and flames and the undead creatures, great and small staggered and shook, their rotten mouths agape in moans and growls.

Christian's heart skipped a few beats as he hurried to the door and move into the shadowed corridor, reefing his crowbar before him. His throat was as dry as a bone and his hands trembled as he crept through. The floor was a mess; bullet casings and shreds of papers scattered, blood smeared and sloshed across the walls. The floor was moist in patches. Most of the doors were shut and barred in crude ways - fire axes lodged beneath knobs, chairs and filing cabinets thrown against the frames. Many were missing the top-halves, their jagged shards evidence someone or something had escaped.

Christian could only hear his blood rushing in his ears as he moved towards what he hoped was the entrance. The others were counting on him and that pressure was enough to drive him mad. He broke into an uneven jog, seeing a dull glow of the afternoon light through windows Christian assumed were the ones at the front. He was close. But something caught his eye and he felt himself halting, turning to look at the heavily chained double-doors to his left. The walls were almost entirely coated in a gauze of blood and other human pieces. The stench was foul, even for Christian and his eyes began to water. He pressed two fingers against his nostrils and frowned, looking at the note scrawled onto the doors.


Christian's heart was pounding so hard he thought his ribs may shatter. The scraping sounds behind the doors were suddenly echoing and Christian gasped loudly, stepping back... Into something. Suddenly, the pressure in his hair was incredible and he instinctively forced himself away, crying out as a chuck of his hair ripped from his scalp. Christian's world spun as his feet did, and the dead officer shrieked, swiping at him again, it's decaying fingers feathered in his golden locks. He swung his crowbar with an almost barbaric shout and it collided with the zombie's waist, the mottled flesh caving under the force. The officer stumbled, it's eyes never leaving Christian and it moaned, the sound rippling through Christian's mind. The sound was almost as bad as their bite, psychologically it tormented and destroyed those still among the land of the living. Christian's chest heaved as he swung the bar again, this time making a cracking contact on the deadfuck's skull. It fell to the floor and Christian brought the crowbar down another three times until it's rotten brains were swimming across the floors.

Christian's head throbbed, his breathing was jagged as he ran to the entrance. Chains hung heavy and loose across the handles, but as Christian went to tug the lock around, they crashed to the floor. They had never been locked, time had not been on this police station's side. He pulled the doors open and looked across at the others with wild eyes.

"EVERYONE GET INSIDE!"



Lulu watched with a small grin as the man looked through her design, her father's project and quipped about her owing him a new car. As scary as she found him, she also thought he was funny, nice-ish. She replied with a "yep" at the man asking if the metal trunks were for guns. "guns, baseball bats, slingshots. it's not an exclusive storage facility." The bus was impressive, in both size and splendour. Lulu's father had been teaching her to weld, as it's wasn't a process that was to be undertaken lightly. It required strict regulation-following and practice. But since he had passed, she had had to try, spending a few hours a day just adding a sheet or two to the side of the bus. It wasn't neat or pretty, but it was embattled. She looked at the man and her grin widened. "Yep, that impala's body is so tough and yet sleek, she had to be the crown." Lulu ran her fingertips across the metal, the cold biting at her skin as she took in the man's questions about her plans and if he could borrow the bus.

"No plans really... She isn't finished yet anyway..." She said as he stepped off, "my father and I were going to travel bu-" The sounds of infected filled the garage and Lulu's blood thinned, ran cold. "How did they-" She looked at the man and suddenly her mind was racing. She couldn't leave, she wasn't supposed to, she didn't know how or where to go. She was alone and terrified. But as the sounds of death shrieked and moaned, growing louder as they advanced, Lulu knew she had to leave. But she had to get something.

Lulu looked at the man, turned on her heels and ran towards the undead cries. Her heart was clobbering in her chest as she raced to the wall where her father's workbench sat, the small lamp illuminating the tools. She looked up and saw the photo, seizing it as the shrill cries exploded right behind her. She turned and was facing two undead. She screamed, scrambling into the bench.

Kat let out a soft sigh as she was settled on the ground. Her tired body slumped, becoming one with whatever she was leaning against. Her head tilted back against the softness and she closed her eyes. Sweet sleep. Just for a little bit… But then she heard another voice. Forcing her head forward once more, she slowly opened her eyes and squinted at the woman before her.

"I won't lie" she said with a tired mocking, but comforting laugh, "You a little worse for wear... But we're about to get into the police station... then we'll quickly look you over... or Christian will... he's a nurse... my name is Hannah by the way."

Kat gave a goofy grin. "Naw, I'm good," she joked. She raised a weak hand up toward the woman. "Kat. Thanks for the-" She blinked a few times, losing her train of thought. She hadn't been this tired since her days in college when she'd pulled several all-nighters in a week. The little redhead looked up once more as the funny guy with all the bags… Pack, his name is Pack, she told herself. Pack came over. "Still kickin'," she told him with a smile.

The steps had quickly gotten crowded. There were a bunch more people around. Where did all these people come from?? She thought she recognized one of them. Then suddenly the door next to her flew open and another guy, the one who had peered into her eyes several minutes ago stood there. Christian, maybe? She tilted her head up to offer him a smile as he shouted out at them. "EVERYONE GET INSIDE!"

His voice was so convincing that Kat found herself scrambling and trying to get up herself. She bent forward, trying to get up, but her ribs screamed out in protest and her vision darkened. She hated feeling so helpless. Kat was way too independent for all this being carried around business. Letting out a heavy sigh, she fell back once more against the backpacks.

Marcus instinctively and automatically scanned the nearby rooms, checking for and signs of danger. The small was horrible, and the place was littered with gore, but otherwise the lower floor was clear, and certainly had supplies. While the others got settled downstairs, he went up to check the second floor. "If you here gunshots, don't worry. If you hear screaming, worry," he had calmly announced to the group before heading up.

The floor up here seemed to have been used as a makeshift prison of sorts, almost every door being boarded up and almost every door being shattered right back down again. "They probably held infected officers up here before the full outbreak began..." he mused quietly, and it was a good job he did. One of the rooms contained...something, but certainly not a standard infected human. No, this...thing was an immense mass of only slightly rotting muscle, the size of a small car, that calmly sat in one of the larger rooms, heavy breathing emanating from the creature. It looked up, noticing Marcus for the first time, and intense fury could instantly be visible on its face. Upon standing, presumable to charge at him, it stumbled - its leg broken - and fell sprawled across the floorboards with the sound of an armoured bus smashing into a building (a strange metaphor that he had no idea of where he thought it up). Pulling out the rifle (For fear that anything less would merely bounce off or be absorbed) he headshotted the creature before it would move again. Whatever it was, it scared him deeply. He hoped to never encounter anything like it again.

He scanned the rooms quickly finding no other infected, before calling up a couple of members of the group. "I found him...this in one of the rooms. It seems like the virus has taken a turn for the unique, although whether this was a mutation or by design...well... I hope it was a one of thing. He could probably tear a car in half!"
"How did you kill it?" questioned one of the group.
"Head shot. The virus doesn't appear to have affected the skull too much, just as weak as your standard human there..." he trailed off. First the runners, then this...beast. The virus was changing for the worse.

Christian's eyes narrowed in worry as the injured redhead gave him a weak smile and fell back against the backpacks. Without thinking, he was out there and reaching his hands beneath her knees and supporting her back, cradling her light frame against his chest. She was clearly tiny beneath that backpack and those cammo clothes. "You two get the bags, the guy with the tuque is already inside. Get the others." Christian's voice was urgent, firm as he turned and strode quickly into the building. His eyes found what he was seeking, a wide desk with a flat surface. He laid the woman down upon the wood gently, waving his hand against the paper weights and stationery, flinging it across the room. He looked at her, running his palm softly up her forehead, pushing her fringe out from her eyes. He smiled down at her. "Can you hear me? I'm Christian. And your name is?" He asked kindly, though his voice was strong. He needed to keep her awake, conscious. If she had a concussion or head injury at all, her falling asleep might be the last thing she'll ever do.

Christian tugged his MedKit across his head and laid it beside her, ripping the pouches open. It held a hell of a lot more than it appeared it could, many double pockets stitched and hidden. He grabbed his stick light and clicked it on, waving it across Kat's eyeballs, checking her pupil response. It wasn't fabulous, but it could be more related to pain, Christian took note as he looked at her again, feeling her forehead with the back of his hand. He scanned the rest of her body, his hands a flurry of smooth movement. They were on the sides of her neck, feeling her glands. They were against her wrist, taking her pulse. They were pressing against her temples, her fingertips making sure blood flow was ample. Everything was a little out-of-whack, but again, she was in a state of shock and obviously, in agony.

"I have to check your ribcage okay?" He gently rolled her shirt up, revealing her bare skin and he could already see the blotting of deep bruises beneath her skin. He sighed. Broken ribs were a nightmare at the best of times and depending on where the fracture was, on which rib, it could mean the difference between life and death. If more than three or four were broken, it can induce flail chest, which was fatal. Christian looked into her eyes, apologizing silently for what he was about to do. He rubbed his hands together for a second or so before running them across her ribs, applying pressure to find potential breaks. Any rib injury was agony, it impeded on breathing, laughing, moving. Christian's brow was furrowed in concentration as his fingers trailed deeply through her skin, pushing through the flesh. He could feel no breaks, which was a relief. But a few were definitely sprained and most were bruised. He found a smile and dug through his kit, removing a syringe and a small bottle morphine (which he had "borrowed" from his work a few months back). Three hours ago, he would have told her she would be fine and let her suffer, but something about her, about the whole situation was changing Christian. And the fact he was back to nursing again, there was no room was self-absorbed thoughts. He filled the needle and flicked the chamber, pushing the plunger up to release the air bubbles.

"It's going to be alright, this will ease the pain." He tapped her inner-elbow, finding her prominent vein and injecting the miracle liquid into her system. "I won't take long to take affect. Stay here though please, rest a bit." Christian smiled, squeezing her hand. "You're lucky. No breaks I can see or feel, but some severe bruising and sprains. It'll be a a month or so until the pain fully subsides, I'm afraid." He sighed out his exhale and looked around hearing the other man call out to them.

"Stay put madam." He told her firmly again, winking. "You can have a lollipop if you do." He moved across to the stranger who was saying something about an infected beast. "Jesus." Christian muttered, running a hand across his face, dragging his lips down. "So you killed it then? Good. Last thing we need is our temp refuge to be home to infected Quasimodos." Christian stretched out a hand to the man. "I'm Christian."



Lulu thought it was her end. She clutched the photoframe in her fingers and as much as she wanted to see her mother and father again, she really wasn't ready to die. Especially not being torn limb from limb by those rotting fingers and foul teeth. So when Cameron suddenly roared into the zombies, sending one flying and demolishing the others' decaying fangs with her father's wrench, she almost tackle-hugged him. But she didn't even get a chance to speak, defend herself as he told her off before he had slung her across his shoulder - "You better have got everythin' you need! We ain't stickin' around...!" Lulu nodded as her eyes widened in horror, seeing the fast zombies coming for them. She felt herself bounce against his shoulders, but she was secure.

She almost screamed as he tossed her into the bus, landing on her left hip and elbow, skidding a few inches across the metal floor. She scrambled to her feet and watched as Cameron grabbed her dad's workbelt, still adorned in tools, and then began taking care of those... creatures. She looked around and run to the back of the bus, starting to seal the exits with the thick metal slabs her father had designed - light enough to maneuver but strong enough to seal an entrance and withstand a lot of pressure, like one hundred rotting fists pummeling. She scooped up some spare tools, mechanics bibles and chocolate wrappers and shoved them into one of the metal chests. She wound a length of wire, a length of chain and a secured them with the two locks she had left on one of the back seats. She grabbed the frame that had slipped from her hands when Cameron threw her into the bus and noticed the glass had cracked. It didn't matter, she wanted the photo not the crappy frame. She slid the fading picture out and smile, before folding it twice and slipping it into her bra.

Her head shot up when she heard Cameron yell "FUCK THIS! We're getting outta here now!" He jumped on and into the front seat which Lulu went to argue about before he told her he wanted to drive for a bit. Normally, she would have screamed and kicked and pulled his hair but for some reason, Lulu nodded and stood beside him, sealing the front door with the heavy-duty clasps and sliding the metal plank into position.

"You're a little genius!" Cameron's voice sound exasperated and excited and when Lulu turned with a grin, she saw his face had cracked a smirk. She grabbed the pole that stood behind the driver's chair as Cameron revved the engine, the bus roaring as it tore through the walls of the garage, her home, her life. Lulu felt a pang of sadness course through her and she didn't try to stop it. Her father always told her to feel her emotions, never hinder them. Her bottom lip trembled a bit and tears felt imminent before she was snapped from her grief by the bus's horn sounding and Cameron yahooing like a maniac. Lulu looked at him and shook her head, he was like a big kid. A big intimidating, muscly kid. She moved across him and peered at the fuel gauge. Just under full. She looked at Cameron and rolled her eyes. "What are you a cop?" She laughed, watching as the wreckage of her city zoomed by. She liked the idea of weapons very much, she had her dad's hunting knife but a gun! A shiver of excitement rolled through her as she looked at Cameron again.

"I'm Lulu by the way."

Hannah Blackstone

Hannah stood up and backed away as Christian lifted the poor woman up and moved her inside the police station. Hannah turned to the rest of the group and ushered them all in and quickly closed the doors behind them. Resting against the front door sighing heavily. She watched as Marcus went to explore and Christian begin an examination and then giving the woman some morphine, "Won't that make her loopy though?" Hannah asked nervously, thinking about the movies and how everyone always seems to go goofy when on morphine in them.

Hannah then moved past Christian giving him an encouraging smile and whispering, "You're doing great!" She looked at the others, they all seemed as exhausted as her. She moved over to Pack and put an arm on his shoulder, "You two seem close" she said reassuringly as she watched Christian finish up with Kat, "She'll be fine.." Hannah said trailing off. Suddenly a gunshot resounded through the building and Hannah raced to its location up stairs. She reached Marcus just in time to see a great mass of a monster hit the ground. She nearly vomited at the sight of the thing, it reminded her of a huge meatpile, "Oh jesus... How did you kill it?" she asked gagging, holding her hands to her sides trying not to cough up her stomach contents.

Hannah allowed herself to look at the creature again and her stomach began to settle. Her face however was still upturned with a grimace across it. "What the hell do you call that? A... meat-beast?" Hannah stepped back again and walked away speaking to the general group, "If we see another one of those, I'm not even going to look at it... that thing is revolting..." Hannah reached the ground level and walked to Christian, "So, what's the go?" She looked around and saw the group before her, "I'm Hannah by the way everyone.. this is Christian, Carrie and Rikter and this is Kat" she said pointing to everyone and then to the semi-conscious girl on the bench, "And I'm sorry guys, I don't know you're names?" She said looking to Marcus and Pack...

After the introductions Hannah made a quick walk around the police station and found a door to the back of the large foyer they were in that had a sign saying garage. She opened it cautiously and peered into the darkness, she felt to the left of the inside of the door and found a switch and turned it on. She first heard muffled shuffling and stepped back when saw what was causing it and slowly closed the door. She turned and looked at Marcus breathing deeply with fear "I think there are more of the...uh, meat-beasts in the garage... like... ten or so more..." Hannah whispered, not wanting to attract the monsters attention "It doesn't matter though... there doesn't seem to be any cars in there anyway from the looks of it.."



Cameron put his foot to the gas as they raced past the undead. The plowed them down and Cameron's gaze just locked into a stern fuck you. As they drove down the street Cameron introduced himself back to Lulu, "name Cameron by the way" he said with a more neutral tone. Cameron scoffed when she asked if he was a cop, "Nah sweetheart... not a cop... but I do know my way around the police station..." Cameron put his foot further down on the pedal the bus speeding up more. "Don't worry though" he said with a smile "I said what I meant I'll be outta your hair once we get to the police station".

They turned a corner and Cameron could see the police the station down the road. "I just got some shit to get from the police station.. I have a score to settle and I know the person I've gotta go meet won't be dead right now..." Cameron went into deep thought, then mumbled quietly to himself "but it won't be long". Cameron began to slow the bus as they approached the police station but stopped it a street up when he saw the fire just across a few blocks away. "I'm gonna stop here ok?" Cameron said pulling the bus to a halt. He looked down the street and saw the smoke pluming up from the zoo, "Somethin's gone down near the police station... you don't need to be put into that..." Cameron stood and looked up to Lulu, "If you want guns I suggest you loot a gun store... it's dangerous down there by the looks of it" he said peering out the front window... " besides, there are no zombie up here along this street.. they've been drawn away..." Cameron went to open the door, "Be careful kid" he said looking back to Lulu.

"I think there are more of the...uh, meat-beasts in the garage... like... ten or so more..." said the woman he now identified as Hannah.
"Jesus... What were they keeping here, radioactive steroids?" he half-joked in a hushed tone. "Did any see you?"
"I don't think..." she trailed off. The beasts certainly were revolting things, he subconsciously compared it to the elephant and made a bet with himself about which would win. He chose the beast.
"Right, everyone, quiet. Whether these bastards can fit through the door or not is one thing, but I wouldn't want to find out what they will do to a wall if they were so inclined to get past." His statement was met with a unanimous nod.

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"So, how is she doing?" he questioned the nurse, Christopher. Marcus also noted that Pack was remaining close. Christopher didn't get to say much before a sound they didn't expect to hear snuck up on them once again, although this time without the music or shouting teens. "A truck?" he whispered sharply to nobody in particular. He peeked out of the doorway with his scope to see who and what it was to see an amazing sight. Barely a street away was what could only be assumed as a military schoolbus, a thick mismatch of armour from other vehicles, coupled with wire grating. "Holy... forget the truck, this is the vehicle we need!" he announced, potentially a little too loudly. He watched as a relatively huge man stepped out of the bus and began walking to the police station.

Kat felt herself get scooped up once more and she watched as she was carried into the building she'd been sitting in front of. She didn't move as she was laid down on the desk. She didn't have the energy to even try. She did smile up at the guy that had carried her in, though. What a couple of knights in shining armor there were in this group. "Can you hear me? I'm Christian. And your name is?" She blinked a few times, realizing he was talking to her. "Me? Oh, Kat. I'm Kat," she answered.

She glanced over at the bag he'd opened up. Oh right, the nurse. She was still during his exam- until he started poking around at her ribs. "I have to check your ribcage okay?" Kat's eyes widened. No x-ray machines anymore meant life in the new world had the potential to be highly unpleasant. And this part of the exam was just so. His hands were warm and it was obvious that he was trying to be gentle, but the prodding was the most painful thing she'd ever experienced. Kat's hand whipped up and she bit down on her knuckle, groaning as the man felt around for breaks. Finally, the pushing was over and the dark spots began to fade from her eyes. She watched as he prepared a needle and shot the stuff into her arm.

"It's going to be alright, this will ease the pain." "Thanks, doc," Kat said quietly, letting out a long, slow breath as she tried to relax. "You're lucky. No breaks I can see or feel, but some severe bruising and sprains. It'll be a a month or so until the pain fully subsides, I'm afraid." "Oh, good. Only a month? That's cake, right?" She quirked a little grin then offered a salute when he told her to stay put. "Roger that, doc. I'll hold you to that lollipop."

Kat knew that all hell was still going on outside their temporary hideout. But as the morphine began to make its way through her system, she felt herself relaxing, zoning out even. "I'm Hannah by the way everyone.. this is Christian, Carrie and Rikter and this is Kat." Kat heard Hannah talking somewhere in the background of her mind, but when she heard her name, she opened one eye and called out, "I'm Kat!" grinning like a moron the whole time.

Finally, she closed her eyes for a long moment, but then opened them once more, feeling a presence nearby. Her mind was a confusing jumble of madness, but when her eyes fell on Pack, she offered him a small smile. "Hey, don' f'get about tha' arm," she said, her words all seeming to get stuck together. But she pointed to his injured arm, for she had remembered that he had seemed to protect her in all the insanity and she wanted to make sure that he stayed well and fit also. This probably wouldn't be the last time they'd have each other's backs in the coming months.

Christian chuckled as Kat grinned like a fool, calling out her name as Hannah introduced herself and the others. He knew it was not wise to administer such a strong drug into someone's system so fast, but her pain was intense and he knew it would almost immediately relieve her. For the moment. He listened as Marcus spoke, nodding at the fact that these hulk-like infected were indeed a problem. Hopefully not a right-now problem, but still. Who knew how many may be within the confines of the old station? While it was safe for now, it wasn't ideal for long. Especially with the raging inferno crawling towards them.

Christian needed to check everyone else over and tend to Pack's wound, so he made his way over to the others as Marcus's voice filled the room, sounding excited.

"Holy... forget the truck, this is the vehicle we need!" Christian's head snapped towards him. "What?!" He asked, striding over to the window. There, down the road was a helluva bus. Embattled and patched with random pieces of cars, barbed wire circled it and the window's were barred. He felt a small smile break onto his lips. This could be their ticket out of the city.



Lulu felt her heart drop when Cameron reminded her that he was going his own way. To settle a score of some kind. She looked down at her shoes, her right hand wrapped tightly around the pole as he pulled up. "Somethin's gone down near the police station... You don't need to be put into that..." Lulu looked up and saw the thick dark ripples of fire-induced smoke on the horizon. She peered down at the police station and then back at Cameron, as he looked at her. She neither said or did anything when he told her to loot the rifle shop, that it was dangerous down further and that all the zombie's on the street had been drawn away by whatever was happening further down. She just watched as he got up, her amber eyes following as he stepped out of the bus.

"Be careful kid" Lulu's hand tightened on the pole, her sweaty palm gluing itself to the steel. Her heart was racing now and she suddenly felt lost without the man she had only just met. For some reason, it felt wrong for her to be alone, for him to be alone even. But she didn't want to say anything, afraid he'd laugh or afraid he'd stay... She didn't know. It was a strange thing, and Lulu could only stare as he moved onto the footpath... A noise. Her head snapped to the left and suddenly a zombie woman skulked unsteadily out into the road, it's mouth agape and black, thick strings of blood hanging from it's rotten teeth. Her corporate clothes were tattered and stained in what looked like tar. She looked almost lost, her matted hair hanging in drabs around it's skeletal face. Like lightening, her head snapped up. It must heard Cameron's footsteps moving away from it, his back towards it and suddenly, she broke into an almost-inhuman run.

Lulu's eyes widened as she realised this zombie would be upon Cameron and his exposed neck before he could turn. Without any second thoughts, or even a first one, Lulu bent and grabbed her father's hunting knife. Brow furrowed, she cursed and ran out towards the doors and was upon the infected, her knife poised and she brought it up into it's eye with a grunt. The infected girl crumpled instantly, it's eye socket filled with the steel of her hunting knife. Lulu fell on top and quickly scrambled up, her chest bouncing as she wiped her fringe from her face and looked at Cameron.

"I...I just saved your life. You owe me." Lulu gasped, looking at him with an almost angry look written into her face.

Marcus watched as the infected woman shambling towards the man. He aimed at her head, his angle just giving enough clearance between her and the man's head, and just before he release a shot a girl, from the looks of it, bolted out of the bus and took out the infected. It took him a couple of seconds to see she was wielding a sizeable knife. "Looks like there may be more on the bus" he quietly commented back to the group. It was only then did he realise another noise, a quite murmuring that grew steadily in volume. I took him but a moment to realise that it was that Kat, in her drug induced state, had begun to 'sing'

It didn't take long for her to reach a dangerous volume either, causing Marcus to sprint over and clam his hand over her mouse. "Be...! Quiet...!" he hissed, "We don't want to wake up the beasts!" Turning to Christian he asked "How much of this stuff did you give her, cause this could be dangerous for everyone's health..." he trailed off as he saw the man and the girl standing, somewhat bewildered, in the doorway.

As Cameron opened the door and let Lulu past him and into the building. He quickly glanced around the street as he backed into the building and closed the door mumbling "that was easy" as he turned around. He immediately stopped talking and his smirked dropped to a half angry half surprised look when he saw the group before him and Lulu. "What the-?" he asked but was interrupted by the doped out ramblings of some chick half sat up on a bench. She introduced a number of them and then kept mumbling, what Cameron could only deduce was a sorry?.

Cameron looked around the room and saw blood flecked and splattered unceremoniously around the place. He looked to Lulu, "Ignore them" he said curtly, "You go look for you know what... and if they give you trouble, call out ok? I'm gonna look for for what I came for." Cameron nodded then turned to the group, "We ain't causin' trouble and we just wanna be on our way." he said as he pushed past Marcus and began his ascent up the stairs.

Cameron knew exactly where he wanted to go, he'd had it figured out long before the outbreak but didn't have time to make it here between the whole city going to shit and him getting out of jail. He reached the top landing and made his way down the hall and turned into the room he wanted when he suddenly recoiled and stepped back. "Oh jesus.." he hissed looking at the massive mound of flesh and filth. The stench filled his nostrils and he covered his face with his sleeve dry-wrenching. The room was painted with dribbling blood and the beast lay on the floor with it's face? laying sort of upwards. It had a bullet hole in its head and Cameron thanked his lucky stars it did. He was a big man but that thing was horrific.

Cameron turned the filing cabinet in the room and yanked hard on its handle breaking its lock and allowing him to sift through the classified information he was after. "Bingo!" he shouted when he found what he wanted, "You sonofabitch! I got ya now!" he said with a short chuckle. Cameron turned and made his way back down the stairs and called out to Lulu, "Hey, Lu? You got the goods?" he asked calling across the foyer. He caught the eye of a young woman as he did, she didn't look too pleased.



Hannah's eyes widened as Marcus informed the group about a bus and a man. Then they grew wider when she mentioned a woman. Her heartbeat raised at the thought of more survivors out there. "Humanity is still living" she whispered quietly to herself, relieved that they weren't the only ones who were surviving. She watched Kat sing to herself herself and grew uneasy as the woman's voice began to raise in tone. Then stepped in when Marcus clasped his hand across her mouth, "You can't just do that!" she hissed pulling his hand away then looking to Christian then to Pack as if to say, Tell him off too. But before Hannah could implement her stern stare properly the door opened a young woman and tall man walked in.

Hannah gulped nervously seeing the man, he was rather big and had defined muscles. But she smiled seeing the woman, or more accurately, girl before her. The man must be some sort a decent if a girl that looks so timid is with him, Hannah reasoned with herself. The man looked at the group then spoke to the girl . Hannah was about to introduce herself but the man spoke before anyone could say hellos. He spoke abruptly and informed them they wouldn't be in any danger from the two. He said something to the girl about getting something then made his way up the stairs without so much as hello.

Hannah was taken aback at his rudeness and grew irritated when he came blundering down the stairs and pushed past them shouting for the girl, Lu?". Hannah took his shouting as a cue to speak up, "Hey!" she hissed quietly, "Keep your damn voice down.. there are things in here!" she walked up to him trying to make herself as big as possible but when she was less then two feet away it became apparent her stature was comical next to his. "Who do you think you are anyway? Being so rude to us!" Hannah tried to lock eyes with him, but failed then looked around the group for support.



Cameron reeled on his feet when the woman shushed him. He stood firm and gave her a glare when she stormed up to him but cracked a sarcastic smile when she scolded him further, but heeded her warning about 'things' being in the police station. He looked behind him to see if he could see Lulu but didn't have any such luck, she's ok he reasoned internally, just struggling to get the guns. Cameron then turned back to Hannah and scoffed a little, "keep your fucking singer quiet then and we'll be quiet too" he said hissing with a loud whisper.

Cameron looked down at her then to the group and caught Christian's eyes, glared wildly then looked to Marcus and Rikter, "What're you lot staring at huh?" he asked gruffly. "Look, I ain't tryin' to be rude... But we gotta be on out way... there's a fire coming and I suggest you piss off too". Cameron looked behind his shoulder and called out as quietly as possible to Lulu "Lulu! Hurry up! We gotta go!". Suddenly a thud echoed through the station and Cameron went silent, readying himself for anything that might happen.

A few seconds passed and Cameron relaxed, something was moving about somewhere but it must have stopped for the time being. He connected eyes with Hannah, then surveyed the group and caught the eye of Carrie, the woman seemed familiar to him, "Look... We just want a gun or two and I had somethin' else I had to get.. we're leavin' in a mo and you can go about doing whatever it is you're doing." Cameron looked back behind himself again, "Lulu!" he hissed, "Hurry the fuck up, we gotta go!".

Cameron looked out the window for a second and his eyes were met with the bright orange glow of the ever nearing fire, "Jesus christ Lulu!" he shouted, "WE GOTTA GO!". Suddenly the thud filled the foyer again, this time though accompanied by a short a growl down the far end of a nearby hallway. "Fuck me" Cameron hissed.

Lulu grinned down at her feet as Cameron complimented her and welcomed her to join him, she straightened herself up and wiped her fringe away from her eyes again, tucking it behind her ear. She nodded and hurried behind Cameron as he moved into the police station - "That was easy."

Lulu was looking behind her as she stepped up into the old building and felt her skin tingle in shock when she turned and saw a frazzled group before her. Two pretty women, both very different caught Lulu's eyes first. A red-headed and wearing a goofy smile was lying on a desk and the other, a pretty brunette whose forehead was furrowed in frustration. The men looked different two, one seemed to have walked off the set of Scrubs and the other looked like he had crawled from his cardboard box on the street. The other man seemed normal, but wore an angry expression. Lulu wondered what was going on, wondered how they had found each other and wanted to know their stories-

"Ignore them, you go look for you know what... And if they give you trouble, call out okay? I'm gonna look for for what I came for." Lulu nodded as she moved around them, pretending she knew where she was going. She had heard Cameron mumbling something as he drove, something about the copper's armory being at the back of the station. Lulu walked softly, swiftly through the corridor, the silence was eerily and the smell, well, Lulu was breathing through her mouth to say the least. She saw a small sign, crusted in blood. ARMORY. She felt a small smile creep onto her lips as she hurried on, her ears pricked and eyes wide. The corridors were dark, but Lulu's eyes were adjusted well, she was used to working in small dark spaces. Lulu could hear a faint buzzing. She saw a door at the end of the corridor, a heavy-looking thing with a small keypad on the side, the fluorescent green light flickering. Lulu's eyes narrowed, something didn't seem right. As she crept closer, the buzzing grew. The keypad flashed violently and Lulu could see wires streaking out like electrified hair.

Lulu took a deep breath, and placed a hand on the door. Yelling muffled through the walls and her head snapped back, looking for the source. Nothing. She turned, more desperate and determined than ever as she pushed, the heavy door sighing as it opened. She waited, waited for something to grab her and when nothing snatched at her with cold, rotten hands she moved inside the drafty room.



Christian scowled. Kat was singing, Marcus and Hannah were snapping at each other and the rudest version of Hulk just strode in with a young native-American girl and blew them all off. The end days makes people crazy, Christian thought as he stepped forward, as the big intruder strode back in, yelling for his companion.

"Keep it down hey buddy?" Christian hissed, stepping towards the guy, "And Hannah, keep Kat quiet and still. Okay, so her dose was a little high, but it's better than her shrieking in pain or passing out and becoming a dead weight, am I right?" Christian's voice was higher than normal, he didn't liked to have his motives or movement's questioned. He looked back at the new guy, who was still shouting down the corridor. "MAN, SHUTUP! THERE ARE FUCKING-" the growl shivered through Christian's skin and his blood went cold.

"What the fuck was that...?" Another thud echoed through the ground, the walls. Another growl, the sound was grating and guttural and it made Christian's hairs stand on end. He looked at Hannah and Kat and stepped towards them, in front of them. In a weird protective macho way. Which, in another circumstance, would have churned his innards. An enormous shadow was clumping down the hall, a grotesque dripping sound was approaching also. Christian gripped his crowbar as a gravelly groan flooded the airwaves.

"Holy shit."

Cameron eyes narrowed when the guy in the scrubs scolded him too. But before he could react the groan echoed again through the station and a series of thudding could be heard coming closer. Cameron's knuckles went white as he clenched his fists in anticipation of what was coming down the corridor. Suddenly a haunting growl filled the foyer and then a jet of green fluid hit floor from down the corridor the noise emanated from. Cameron recoiled in disgust at the smell of the bile-like fluid filled his nostrils from about 10 feet away, "Jesus what is that?" he asked with a turned up nose. Cameron looked behind him again, calling out to Lulu again "Jesus christ Lulu! Get the fuck back here.... forget the guns if you have to!".

Another jet of the green fluid splashed across the floor and then the creature responsible came into view as it lumbered into the foyer from the hallway. It was exactly like the giant mass of flesh Cameron had seen in the office up stairs. Huge and bulbous in appearance, and looking as though it's flesh had been skinned from its body. Cameron's eyes began to water from the smell of the fluid. Suddenly the creature saw the group but didn't attempt to attack them... Rather instead it began to form a deep guttural gurgle as though it was hacking up the contents of it's throat; suddenly it stopped it's action and opened it's mouth wide and sprayed the contents of it's belly across the foyer just falling short of the group, a fleck or two hitting Cameron's hand causing it to burn.

"Ahh! Jesus! That fucking burns!" he shouted in agony, "it's vomit fucking burns!". Cameron stepped back wiping his hands on his pants then looking down at the two small welts that had formed from the creature's vomit flecks. He looked around the group to gauge their reactions, but when he saw panic across the snappy, sporty looking woman he turned and ran for the corridor Lulu had gone down, "Lulu! We gotta go!" he shouted, making it the corridor in time to see another of the hideous meat-beasts burst through a wall and lumber in the group's direction and begin it's own hacking and vomiting.



Hannah took Christian's command and went back to Kat, holding her upright and hushing her quietly, trying to reassure her and keep her calm. As Hannah watched silently as Christian and Cameron began to get into a heated argument her own thoughts were broken when the horrid sound of choking and then splashing could be heard in the foyer. Hannah's head turned to the direction of the noise and saw one of the creature's from upstairs and the car garage lumbering out.

Hannah hit panic mode when the large guy started screaming in pain when the creature's vomit hit his hand. "Ahh! Jesus! That fucking burns!". Before Hannah could react Cameron had turned on his heels and bolted down the hallway where his younger companion had gone. Hannah bewildered looked to Christian then to Kat then to Marcus. Suddenly a crash echoed through the foyer and another of the hideous creatures burst forth and began to spit its stomach contents too. The smell was unbearable and Hannah's nose turned up as she wretched in the bottom of her throat. "Lets go too!" Hannah shouted absentmindedly hoisting Kat onto her shoulders "Come on, you're gonna have to walk.." she said reassuringly. Hannah looked to Christian then to Marcus and the others, "Come on... we can't stay here!" she said as her and Kat shambled after the large man.

The beasts had escaped.

"We have to go now!" he announced to nobody in particular. The man and girl who had entered earlier had already sprinted off, leaving them to deal with the monstrosities. "Don't think we need to be quiet any more..." he muttered, slipping off his rifle. The thing could probably smash you to pieces and was a chemical weapon. Lovely. Hannah was busy hefting Kat, while Christian's crowbar probably couldn't make a dent. Pack and Rikter, though, he had no judgement of. Had he seen Rikter fighting with Carrie at the zoo? At any rate he took aim at the things head and, before it released it's contents again, fired.

*ping*

The bullet had ricocheted off its skull and firmly implanted itself in a nearby light fitting. "Shit...". Taking aim again he loosed off another shot, only for a friend of its to burst through a wall causing the round to enter the beast's shoulder. This, at least, distracted it for long enough to get a shot directly through its eye socket. "It's down! GO!" he cried. The other one seemed to be preoccupied by the large man who had entered earlier, and wasn't paying them much attention. It took him but a glance in a roof to see they weren't safe.

"Jesus..."

In an open doorway in plain sight were six, maybe eight of the things that seemed to be stirring from a deep slumber. "We have to get to the bus now!"