No one said anything for a moment, since they knew David wasn't very vocal at this point. Mark looked at Bob and nodded at his consciousness. David's facial expression adjusted as he noted a smell in the air.

David: Something burning?

As David said that, the door next to him opened up. Alyssa stepped out and Kevin followed behind her. David slightly turned his head and eyes in their direction. Alyssa walked to Yoko's direction before stopping to make sure everyone was accounted for. Kevin stopped right next to David and turned to look at him.

Kevin: You had to have smelled that bird barbecue, right?
David: Something like that.
Kevin: We cooked some crows. They looked infected.
Alyssa: You mean I cooked some crows.
Kevin: Right. It was her idea to grab some pesticide spray and use a lighter to make a torch.
David: Smart.
Mark: I see you found a shotgun.
Alyssa: Uh huh. Sure did. We did have a lead pipe at one point though.
Kevin: Yup, but it slipped right out of my hand.
Alyssa: Right. It slipped.

Yoko remembered what she found as she reflected on the key word Kevin said.

Yoko: A lighter…? Do you still have it, Alyssa?
Alyssa: Yeah. I still have plenty of pesticide spray too.

Yoko removed her backpack, walked over to the desk that once had the nail gun, and placed her pack on the table. She unzipped the pack and pulled out a bottle of wine and some newspaper.

Alyssa: Ah, I see your plan. Nice find.
Yoko: Thank you. I'm glad someone has a lighter.
David: We're still missing a few others.
Kevin: All right. Guess we wait then.

Yoko placed her items back into the backpack and pulled out the nail gun she found.

Yoko: I can't use this, so would anyone else like to have this nail gun?
Kevin: Not enough firepower for me.
Alyssa: I already have a shotgun that takes up both arms.
Mark: Bob and I already own standard issue guns.
David: … Eh.

Jim turned to look at Yoko and quickly took up her offer.

Jim: Sure. I'll take it.
Yoko: All right, great.

Jim walked over to Yoko and put his hand out. She placed the nail gun in his hand and nodded at him using it. Yoko had minor sweat on her hands, so she rubbed her hands on her pants once. It was then that she realized she found something else after getting the newspaper. She dug into her pocket and pulled out a key with a blue tag.

Yoko: Oh, right… Hey, Kevin?
Kevin: Yeah?
Yoko: I found this key… it might go to something.
Kevin: Let's see this key then.

Kevin walked over to Yoko and she handed the key to him. He stared at the tag and it read "Wine room staircase."

Kevin: Wine room staircase?

Before he got to think any further, a door opened. George walked out first and Cindy followed, shutting the door behind her. Kevin stopped focusing on the key and walked over to their direction. George noticed Kevin walking towards them. Cindy also took note of this as she stood next to George.

Kevin: Did you guys find anything of use in there?
George: We did. Cindy has everything we gathered.
Kevin: Really? Is it in that belt pack?
Cindy: Yes.
Kevin: Off the bat, I can spot a broken stick and some first aid.
Cindy: Inside I have a kitchen knife and a stun gun.
Kevin: Those are useful. Nice finding guys.

David noted what Cindy had and lightly pushed himself from the wall. He made his way to where George and Cindy were talking and stood next to Kevin.

Kevin: Something up?
David: Cindy, can you hand me that broken stick and kitchen knife?
Cindy: …Ok.

Cindy pulled out the broken stick and handed it to David. She unzipped her belt pack and took out the kitchen knife. She carefully handed it to him. David placed the broken stick in his front pocket and removed the already loose handle from the kitchen knife. He pulled the broken stick out of his pocket and forced the kitchen knife to have a new, longer handle. He knew his creation wouldn't hold without the help of his duck tape, so he took the duck tape out of his tool belt. He wrapped the tape around his creation as tightly as he could in layers. Cindy was in awe of his resourceful creation. David looked at her expression before telling her about it.

David: It's a spear. The handle is short, but you run a less risk of getting bit when using it.
Cindy: Oh.
Kevin: Nice.

David placed his duck tape back into his tool belt and handed his spear to Cindy. She took it from him gently and spun it around in her hand slowly.

Cindy: Thank you.
David: … Right.

David turned around, took a few steps, and leaned on the wall a few feet from where Kevin, George, and Cindy were standing. Cindy followed his movements before focusing on Kevin again. She noticed something in his hand.

Cindy: What's that?
Kevin: Oh this? It's a key. Yoko found it. It says something about a Wine Room staircase.
Cindy: I know where it goes. May I?
Kevin: Sure.

Kevin handed Cindy the key and she walked over to the door Mark and Bob were standing in front of.

Cindy: Excuse me.
Mark: No problem.

Mark moved out of the way with Bob and turned to look at the door Cindy was at. She used the key on the door and opened the lock.

Cindy: It's open.
Kevin: Well, we can guess that this is the only place left to go. Since we all searched each area except this one.
Alyssa: Yeah. Let's go.
Kevin: Wait a minute. Let me clear it out first.

Kevin walked over to the door and gestured Cindy to move out of the way. She moved and Kevin removed his gun from the holster. He placed his hand on the doorknob. Turning the door slowly, he pushed the door open. Kevin forced the door to touch the end of the wall to ensure nothing was behind it. He shot his attention to the top of the stairs while aiming his gun up.

Kevin: All clear.
Alyssa: Oh my hero.
Kevin: Whaaatever.

Kevin walked back out to everyone and gestured everyone to go in. Mark and Bob went in and upstairs first. Yoko, Cindy, Alyssa and George followed. David stayed leaning on the wall a few feet from the door. Jim was about to follow everyone, but stopped to look at David. Kevin was also staring at him.

Jim: Something up, David?
David: Yeah.
Kevin: We miss something?
David: The way we came. I don't think our barricade will hold up long enough for us to escape. We should block this doorway with those.

Kevin and Jim followed David's finger as he pointed at a pile of planks.

Kevin: You're right. Jim, give me your nail gun.
Jim: Aw, really? Fine.

Part 7 is in the works.

Cindy dropped the lock on the floor and opened her locker. George didn't want to see inside her locker out of respect, so he just stood in waiting. Cindy was shuffling through her locker and grabbed a few things. She slowly closed the locker and turned to face George.

George: What's the status?
Cindy: I have a battery powered Stun gun and a first aid antiseptic spray.
George: I see you have an elaborate belt bag.
Cindy: Yes. I was going to use this for my vacation…
George: Those are very useful. You will be a good asset to our survival.
Cindy: Thank you.
George: I still have to search the other side of this room. You can assist if you want.
Cindy: All right.

Cindy placed her stun gun in her belt bag and her first aid antiseptic in the bottle storage portion of the bag. George nodded and smiled as he turned and walked to search the other lockers. Cindy followed his movements before turning to the left as he went to the right. Both were pulling on the lockers in hopes of it opening. George opened a locker first and pulled out a broken broomstick about one foot in height.

George: It might be useful…

George closed the locker while holding the broken broomstick in his left hand. He then moved on to the next locker. Cindy finally got a locker open and spotted a bit of a mess. There was note sized papers, some empty water bottles, a tissue box, and below that box was a kitchen knife. Cindy moved the tissue box and took the kitchen knife before closing the locker.

Cindy: I found a knife…

George pulled on his last locker and stopped his searching, as it didn't open. He looked over to Cindy and noted the kitchen knife in her hand.

George: I see you found an adequate weapon.
Cindy: Yes, I did.
George: I only found this broken stick. It looks sturdy enough to be used as a blunt weapon.
Cindy: Did you want me to hold that?
George: All right. Thank you.
Cindy: It's no bother.

Cindy placed the kitchen knife in her belt bag and then grabbed the broken broomstick from George's hand. Oddly enough, the stick fit perfectly in the pencil/pen holder on her belt pack.

George: That is very useful.
Cindy: This was an expensive belt pack and I'm glad it is finally in use. I just wish it could have been in a better situation…
George: You are using it to the fullest of its potential. Our situation is dire, but it couldn't be in better use in the current state of things.
Cindy: You're right. I should think more positively.
George: That is the best approach.

Cindy and George noticed they were done with almost all the lockers. Both of them had one remaining to search and they both unknowingly reached for the same locker.

George: How embarrassing. Please, go ahead.
Cindy: I guess we searched too fast (Embarrassed chuckle).

George took a few steps back and gave Cindy room to stand in front of the locker. Cindy placed her hand on the locker handle and pulled.

Cindy: Oh… it's locked.
George: That's quite all right. We should get back to the others as quick as possible. I believe we have gotten enough items here.
Cindy: I agree. Let's go…

George walked first and Cindy followed him to the exiting door. George turned the knob casually and opened the door.

(Everyone meets up again at small time differences)

Yoko looked at the table she recently took the newspaper from and noticed a key with a blue tag. She reached down and picked it up.

Yoko: I wonder what this is for?

She placed the key in her pocket and turned around to walk back to Mark.

Yoko: Hey, Mark?
Mark: Yeah?
Yoko: Do you have a lighter?
Mark: I don't smoke. Bob?
Bob: Sorry… I have one at home, but we can't go there anymore…
Yoko: That's ok. Um…

Yoko turned her attention to where Jim was standing. Jim was standing and facing towards the hallway leading back down to J's Bar. He had his lucky coin in his hand, as he prepared to flip it again. Yoko walked behind Jim and stood a few feet away from him. Jim tossed his coin in the air.

Yoko: Jim?

Jim was startled a bit and his coin dropped to the ground.

Yoko: Oh! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so abrupt.
Jim: ****. It's ok.

Jim kneeled down, picked up his coin, and put it back in his pocket. He turned around to face Yoko and stared at her for a moment.

Jim: What's up?
Yoko: You wouldn't happen to have a lighter, would you?
Jim: Nah.
Yoko: Darn. Thanks anyway.
Jim: If I find one, I'll let ya know ok?
Yoko: Ok, thanks.

Jim shrugged and turned his attention back to the hallway to which they came from. Yoko turned around and walked a bit before stopping. At this point, all they could do was wait for the others. The door on the far end opened up as David walked out and shut the door behind him. David turned to where the others were standing and walked over to them without word. He stopped before passing the door Kevin and Alyssa were investigating and leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. Everyone but Jim followed his movements before he leaned on the wall.

Mark: Did you find anything?
David: Yeah. A survival knife.
Mark: All right.

Part 6 is in the works.

Kevin and Alyssa entered their room of choice. The door was a little hard to open, but that just made Kevin only try a little harder to open it.

Kevin: Man, how old is this place?
Alyssa: Don't ask me.

As they completely entered the room, they stopped to look around. Nothing was in the room, so they had no reason to suspect any lingering infected at the moment. Kevin shot his attention at a desk with a lamp in front of him.

Kevin: Hey, a lighter. This could prove handy somewhere down the line.
Alyssa: Uh huh…

Alyssa watched as Kevin put the lighter in his pocket before she branched out and went further into the room. She spotted a lead pipe leaning on the wall and pointed at it.

Kevin: Yeah, yeah. I got it.

Kevin took the lead pipe and held it in his hand firmly as he kept an eye on Alyssa's movements from a few feet away. Alyssa's attention wasn't peaked until she spotted a cabinet. Her intuition told her something of value to their survival was in there, so she walked up to it without regard to her surroundings at the time. She put her hands on both handles and tried to pull the cabinet open.

Alyssa: Damn!
Kevin: What?
Alyssa: It's locked. I'll have to pick it.

Kevin smiled and approached Alyssa's side as she was searching her pocket for the lock pick. A loud crash was heard as Kevin bashed a hole in the cabinet with his fist. He pulled his fist out of the cabinet and waited for a response from Alyssa, while still smiling. Alyssa stopped looking for her lock pick and looked up to see Kevin's fist hole in the cabinet.

Alyssa: Oh great, a hole.
Kevin: It's only step one, baby.

He placed his fingers in the hole and pulled outward. In a moment, he broke off the cabinet door, dropping it to the ground. The door wasn't made of thick wood and it seemed old, so it wasn't hard for Kevin to rip it off. The other door of the cabinet just creaked open slowly as Alyssa got a good look at what was inside.

Alyssa: That's one way of doing it. Brute man force, good one.
Kevin: If that's your way of thanking me, I'll accept that.

Alyssa took a serious look into the cabinet and a brown cloth covered an object. Alyssa reached in and pulled the cloth off slowly. She finally removed it completely and knew exactly what it was.

Alyssa: Dibs.
Kevin: ****! And I grabbed the lead pipe…

Kevin threw the lead pipe to the ground because he didn't like it anyway. Alyssa grabbed the shotgun from the cabinet and held it with both arms. She turned around and walked away a few feet before turning to look at Kevin who followed her movements. Alyssa lightly launched the shotgun into the air and caught it in her hand while smiling at Kevin.

Alyssa: Sucks to be you right now.
Kevin: That's cool. I still have my baby.

Kevin pulled out his .45 and aimed it at the window next to him. He was displaying how he prefers the feel of his gun to any other weapon. He simulated a sound from his gun in a low tone.

Kevin: Pow.

As soon as he said that, something slammed the window and cracked it.

Alyssa: The hell?
Kevin: What was that?

Something else slammed the window and broke through, but a big piece of glass pierced its body and it fell to the floor. Kevin aimed his gun at the window by instinct and Alyssa's eyes were locked on the entire event.

Kevin: Is that a… crow?

Before Kevin got to investigate closer, four more crows poured in. One of them charged at Kevin as he dodged the crow. Alyssa was ducking down as the crows were hovering above her. Kevin took a shot at one of them and killed the crow. The other crows were all coming down towards Alyssa. Kevin made a jumping move to push Alyssa out of the way, knocking them to the ground. Alyssa spotted a canister of rat killing spray and took it quickly with her hand. The crows circled around and were planning on trying to attack again.

Alyssa: Give me your lighter! Right now!

Kevin searched in his pocket and pulled the lighter out. Alyssa snatched it from his hand and stood up.

Kevin: What are you doing!

Alyssa lit up the lighter and placed it in front of the rat spray. The crows were getting much closer as she waited just a few seconds longer. Kevin quickly stood up and stood behind Alyssa aiming his gun at the birds.

Alyssa: Come on, you little bastards.

Alyssa sprayed the bug spray through the lighter and aimed the fire at the crows. Each one of them flew into the fire, but their burning bodies came flying at Kevin and Alyssa. Alyssa stopped spraying and quickly moved out of the way. Kevin also moved as quickly as he could. The crows hit the ground and were unable to fly anymore. They were burning. Alyssa and Kevin stood there looking at them.

Kevin: Resourceful…
Alyssa:  Thanks.
Kevin: I think it's safe to guess that the infection is not just limited to humans…
Alyssa: You think they were infected?
Kevin: I'm sure if they saw a dead corpse, they would eat at it. Damn birds eat anything.
Alyssa: All right then. We're done here. We should go before we make more crow friends.
Kevin: Right.

Alyssa made her way to the exiting door. Kevin took one last look at the burnt crows. He smirked at their bodies.

Kevin: They had it comin.

Cindy opened the door to the locker room and gently pushed the door open. The lights in the room illuminated everything enough for her to assume no threat was in there.

Cindy: It looks safe…
George: Let me enter first.
Cindy: Okay…

George entered the locker room slowly and looked around. Cindy waited in the doorway while holding the door open with one hand.

George: It's fine. There is no visible threat.

Cindy let go of the door and entered the room. The door shut itself slowly but surely. Cindy stood still in the middle of the room and looked to the ground. George was checking to see which of the lockers were unlocked. The first few he tried wouldn't open. He glanced at Cindy as she was standing there looking at the floor. George stopped trying to open lockers for a moment and called to her.

George: Cindy, are you all right?
Cindy: It's Will… I miss him…
George: Death of close friends and loved ones is never easy to push through. I'm sorry.

George walked over to Cindy and stood in front of her. He grabbed her hands in an attempt to help her through her grief. Cindy looked up at George and stared into his eyes with her damp eyes. She broke the contact of her hands with his gently, but continued to stare at George. She looked at his shoulders and just quickly hugged him. George was accommodating to her hug because he anticipated this.

Cindy: I… still can't believe… he's… gone.
George: I know, but you must be strong for Will. He has passed, but I'm sure he would have wanted you to survive the terrible circumstance he has fallen prey to.

Cindy slowly broke the hug, as she lightly pulled away from George. Her eyes follow his tie up to his eyes before she smiled at George.

Cindy: You're right. Thank you for setting me straight.
George: You're welcome. Please, feel free to consult me at any time for anything else.
Cindy: All right.

George turned his body a little so he could get a good look at the lockers he was trying to open. Cindy followed his movements and noticed her own locker in the spot George was looking.

Cindy: That's my locker over there.
George: Oh? Do you have anything useful in it?
Cindy: I'm not sure. Let me check.

Cindy walked past George and stood in front of her locker. She used the combination number she always remembered and removed the lock.

Part 5 will take some time, since I haven't started working on it yet. Thanks for reading this far.

Kevin and David exited out of the bar into the back area. It was dark, but the outside neon lights provided enough light for them to see the staircase leading up. They hurried up the stairs cautiously.

Kevin: By the way, I'm Kevin of the RPD.
David: … David.

They quietly introduced one another while moving up slowly. Reaching the top of the stairs, they spot a body leaning on the wall to the right of them.

David: There are dead people back here too?
Kevin: At least he's not getting up. Let's keep going.
David: I don't know…

Kevin and David walked through a doorway that led to where everyone was waiting. Everyone stopped talking amongst each other and stared at David and Kevin.

Cindy: Will's dead… right?
Kevin: He was dead when he tried to attack us. We had no choice but to take him out.
Alyssa: What the hell is going on here?
George: Those reports… must have somehow become widespread. It's possible this is some sort of viral situation based on what has occurred in the bar.
Jim: This **** can't be happening!
Alyssa: Viral? Could this be an act of bio-terrorism?
George: That's a possibility.
David: I say we look for a way out of this **** hole.
George: He's correct. We must escape before this city engulfs us further.

While everyone was still standing around for a moment, Mark was standing over Bob who was sitting on the ground next to the wall.

Mark: How are you feeling, Bob?
Bob: Not so good… I feel really… tired.
Mark: We'll escape this city with the others. Even if I have to support your weight the whole way.
Bob: … Thanks.
Kevin: First and foremost, we must introduce ourselves to prevent confusion and better plan our escape.
George: Right. We've all introduced ourselves while in waiting, so to save time I will have to introduce everyone to you two.
Kevin: No objections? All right then.
George: I should start by naming myself. I am George. The two furthest away from us is Mark and Bob. Bob is sitting on the ground.
Kevin: I'm sure they can hear us.
George: Next is Alyssa, she is the "lock picking news reporter" according to your comment.
Alyssa: Hey.
George: Cindy is standing beside me.
Cindy: (Noticeable reaction to her name)
George: Jim is standing behind me.
Jim: What's up?
George: Yoko is standing next to Jim, wearing a backpack.
Yoko: Right…
Kevin: All right. I'm Kevin.

All of the introductions seemed to be finished, but one person didn't say anything through the entire introduction. Everyone stared at David and waited for him to say his name.

David: (Says nothing)
Alyssa: Uh…?
David: What are you all looking at?
Kevin: … This is David.

No one responded and it made for some awkward silence, but everyone finally looked past the situation and Kevin took control of the planning. Mark lifted Bob and wrapped Bob's arm around the back of his neck. They both joined the others as the rest of the survivors were planning on what to do next.

Kevin: If we're going to experience any confrontations, I suggest finding and using weapons of any sort in this area. We'll split up and look for weapons in each room.
David: Right. I'm going to the room on the far end. I'll go alone.
Kevin: All right. Alyssa and I will search this room behind us. I suggest Yoko search this area we are currently in.
Yoko: Okay.
Mark: Bob and I will wait here and watch over Yoko as she searches.
Jim: I'll keep an eye behind where we came from. Don't want no zombies creeping up on me!
George: Seems like we all know the simple classification of the infected, as I hear no objections to Jim's claim.
Jim: Damn right.
Cindy: All right then. I'll search the locker room and get anything I can.
George: I'll come along to provide assistance.

Everyone went their separate ways as Yoko began searching around the area everyone else was in. There wasn't much ground to cover, so Yoko just picked one spot to focus on. She noted an object on a desk, walked over to it, and picked it up.

Yoko: What's this?
Mark: Be careful with that.

Just as Yoko looked toward Mark in confusion, she pulled the trigger of the object. It shot a nail directly into the desk. She jumped in alarm, as she wasn't expecting it to fire.

Yoko: Oops. It's a nail gun…
Mark: Maybe you should leave weapon handling to us.
Yoko: You're right...

Yoko placed the nail gun in her pack carefully and began searching around some more. She didn't find much else on the desk, so she turned her attention to an oddly placed refrigerator. Opening the refrigerator, she didn't find anything but a bottle of wine. She took it out and looked at it for a moment. As she was trying to figure out what uses it would have in combat, she noticed a perfectly placed newspaper on a table to her right.

Yoko: This could work.

She walked over to the table with the wine in her hand. The wine top was already loose as she could easily pull it out to test her theory. Yoko grabbed the newspaper and stuffed it in the bottle.

Yoko: We just need a lighter, but I'm sure someone has one.

She took the paper out and placed the cork back into the wine bottle. She placed these items in her pack as she began her search again.

(These events all occur at the same time because it would extend the timeframe too far)

David entered his room of choice. He stood in front of the door and scoped out the area. Nothing looked too threatening as he finally decided to walk a bit. He noticed nothing that could be used as a weapon as he searched the desk and area. The only thing he did was grumble at the nice pictures on the wall.

David: Useless.

David turned around to leave. As he walked to the door, he heard a loud drop coming from the patio of the room. He pulled out his pocketknife and approached the patio slowly.

David: Hey! Who the hell is there?

No one answered him, so he just kept walking slowly and ready for anything. David finally reached the patio and noticed a body face down on the ground. He knew this man couldn't be alive, but he had to be sure.

David: Hey, you!

There was still no response. David approached the man and pushed his shoulder with his foot a few times. Nothing has changed. He was planning to turn and leave before he spotted a holster on the waist of the man. He recognized what it carried. Something he had left at home. It was a survival knife. David had no plans to leave that on the waist of the dead guy, so he wanted to take it. He was cautious, so he kicked over the man to see his face. The man was staring up at David with his death face, but he didn't care.

David: Looks like he knows his knives.

He crouched down and removed the holster from the man. The first thing he did was remove the survival knife from its holster and marveled the clean reflection it gave off. He put the survival knife back in the holster and attached it to his waist. David stood up, turned around, and took a few steps forward before stopping. The dead body he took the knife from had become reanimated. The zombie looked around while facing up in search of something or someone. David turned around to look at the zombie as they both locked eyes.

David: I couldn't think of a better way to break in this knife.

As David said that, he pulled out his new found survival knife. The zombie proceeded to get up slowly and faced in the wrong direction of David.

David: Over here, you rotten piece of ****.

The zombie quick turned to look at David at the cost of falling to the ground again. David took a ready position and waited for the zombie to make his move. It got up again and started shambling towards David's direction. It reached its arms towards David as it got closer and closer. David made a forward move to trick the zombie as he went behind and stabbed it quickly in the back of the head. David didn't give it a chance to react as he forced the zombie completely to the ground on its face. It didn't move anymore. David left the survival knife in its head for a moment as he stood up and looked at what he had done. David didn't care too much about it, so he put his foot on the back of its neck and pulled his survival knife out of the zombie's head. He cleaned the knife on the zombie's clothes before putting it back in the holster.

David: Sorry, pal. No hard feelings.

David stood up and made his way towards the exiting door of the room. The screams in the distance were enough to heed his attention, but not enough to stop him from walking. He knew there was nothing he could do about it. All of his attention had to go into the survival of himself and possibly the others if need be.

Part 4 will take some time, as it's currently in the works as Alyssa and Kevin explore their end of the searching. Patience is key.

Yoko was in the bathroom changing her clothes and cutting her hair in the sink. Will was drying off his last glass when a slow customer entered the bar with his head facing the ground.

Will: Huh? What a weird customer.
Mark: Who is this cat?

Mark was suspicious of this potential customer, but before he got to investigate the man at the door further, Bob fell to the ground.

Mark: Dammit! He's unconscious. Are you all right?

Will walked up to the stationary customer and tried to see if he needed some kind of help. Just then, the customer lunged himself at Will and took a serious bite on his neck.

Will: What are you doing!

Will said as he pushed the man out of the Bar. He quickly shut the door and locked it. Recollecting on what just happened, he walked to the area George was sitting in and felt the warm blood seeping down his neck. Kevin looked at Will and then the doorway to see if the one who assaulted him could be apprehended. A loud slam was heard on the glass next to Alyssa's workplace. Alyssa was blocking out everything that happened until the noise shook her into reality. Jim was also alarmed by another noise on his window as well. George dropped his paper and ran to Will's side to assist him. Cindy also ran to Will's side offering assistance to George and Will. The noise in the window came from people. It looked like a riot, but this seemed different somehow. These people didn't look like they were in any condition to still be pounding on windows without expressions of pain on their faces. Their look was stone cold and lifeless.

Kevin: What the hell is going on here?
David: Rioting idiots by the looks of things.
Alyssa: ****. These don't look like regular rioters.
Jim: Oh man! What do we do!

Will was on the ground while George and Cindy tried to control the wound. There was too much blood to stabilize Will and he died from his wound.

George: Blast! He's gone…
Cindy: No… Will!
George: It's too chaotic out there. That door will not hold them off. We need someone to push those barrels in front of the door to buy us some time to escape.
Kevin: Those sons of bitches. I'll do it.
David: I'll grab the second one.

David and Kevin pushed the barrels in front of the door as Jim backed himself towards the door leading out of the bar and into the back room. Alyssa couldn't believe what just happened, but she didn't show signs of real panic. Cindy was crying on George's shoulder, as he remained alert to their next move. Mark carried Bob's weight towards the door Jim was at. There was nothing for Mark to do because he had to support Bob. Back in the bathroom, Yoko heard noises coming from the vents at the end of the bathroom corner.

Yoko: Hmm? What's that?

She went a little closer and a loud crash of hands broke through the vents, scaring her completely. Though actual bodies couldn't follow the hands, Yoko still ran out of the bathroom to the bar. She ran outward hoping to exit out of the bar through the front. She was stopped in her tracks because she saw Will's dead body on the floor in front of her.

Yoko: Ok, what's going on here! What happened!
George: He was attacked by what is doubtfully believed to be rioters.
Yoko: Attacked?
Kevin: You'd better believe it. We've blocked the entrance and we're going to find another way outta here.

Cindy calmed herself down enough to explain things to everyone.

Cindy: There's another way out through the door behind Jim. But it's locked and I have to find the key under the bar.
Alyssa: A key? That could take too long.

Cindy ignored that and went to look for the key. George followed her to assist in finding it faster. Alyssa approached the door and gestured Jim to move out of the way. As Jim moved, Alyssa inserted what looked like a lock pick into the lock. A click was heard.

Alyssa: It's unlocked. Let's go.
Cindy: I guess there's no need for this key then.
George: The effort still counts, but we must go now.
Kevin: A lock picking news reporter? Now that's news.

Mark, Bob, Jim, and Alyssa exited the bar first. Kevin, Cindy, George, Yoko, and David were heading out when Kevin heard a familiar noise.

Kevin: Will? I thought you said he was dead?
George: He IS dead. I can't explain this.
Cindy: Will!

Cindy tried to run to Will but David stopped her.

David: Wait, something's not right about this.
Yoko: Look at his face… It's like he's not there.
Kevin: Will, are you all right man?

Kevin was the only one to move forward. He was close enough for Will to focus his attention on Kevin first. Will lunged himself at Kevin in the same fashion as his attacker.

Kevin: Holy ****!

Kevin jumped out of the way and Will landed on the ground. Will focused his attention on Yoko as she seemed to be closer to Will.

Kevin: Get out of here! I'll handle this.
Cindy: I can't just leave Will!
George: It's not Will anymore. Something is happening here and we can't allow ourselves to be exposed to this. Similar reports of this nature have been reported and if the news is accurate, we need to leave immediately.

Cindy didn't argue as she allowed George to escort her out of the room as quickly as he could. David pushed Yoko back as he kicked Will in the head to knock him back down.

David: What are you doing? He said get out!

Yoko nodded and left following George and Cindy as quickly as she was able. David grabbed a screwdriver from his belt and looked in Kevin's direction.

Kevin: What are you still doing here?
David: I don't run away from **** when it comes down to a fight. Besides, I want to prove something.

Will was getting up again and had his focus on David. He allowed Will to get up before quickly stabbing Will in the arm with a screwdriver. Will lunged at David, but he stopped Will with a chokehold and one hand on Will's chest. Will's teeth were repeatedly clamping down as he tried to bite David.

David: He doesn't feel pain and he's not breathing. That's not a good sign.
Kevin: Enough playing around. We know it's not Will anymore.

Kevin ran up and kicked Will in the side of his body, knocking him to the ground once more. He then pulled out his favorite gun and aimed it at Will's head. Will looked up at both David and Kevin and proceeded to try and lift himself back up. It seemed Kevin's kick resulted in Will's ankle being broken, but Will expressed no pain. He was determined to get back up and attack them again. Kevin didn’t wait for Will to manage to get back up, he shot Will once in the head before putting his gun back into its holster.

David: How did you know shooting him in the head would work?
Kevin: The attacks in the paper… someone said shooting them in the head is the only effective way to put these bastards down. I didn't believe the crap they talked about, but everything fits into place now.
David: We'd better go and catch up to the others.
Kevin: Right. Let's move.

Part 3 coming soon. Please be patient.