6:09 pm, Porter's Park Golf Club.

The sounds of hell could still be heard echoing in the distance. Gunshots here and there, yells, sirens, crashing cars, explosions, and other sounds I wish I could forget. We had made it to some kind of back room that had a pool table, a mini-bar, and some couches and chairs scattered around the room. I quickly noted three exits, the way we came and two back doors.

"We should secure these doors, don't want Mr. Sheffield wandering in during the night now do we?" Eric joked.

"Uh I can lock the doors and we could put some chairs up if that's what ya want." Jeffrey offered.

"Well we aren't staying here long so anything will do." I said in a stern voice in order to make perfectly clear that we weren't going to be staying there longer than we needed.

2 minutes later...

I saw Eric and Archie talking so I joined them.

"Hey Alex, check it out, Archie here is a chef, he has his own restaurant!" Eric called out.

"Hah, really. What's it called?" I asked.

"Archie's Bar and Grill. Senior chef Archie at your service." He made a bowing motion.

"Senior chef eh? Sounds fancy."

"Oh it is, I make the best grilled steak in all of London... or whats left of it anyways."

"So you have any family Archie?" I asked.

"Oh no, my mother and father died when I was little, I have a little sister in America. I grew up in the US and moved back here when my parents died, she decided to stay in the US. Smart girl, I should've stayed there myself!" Archie had grew up in America, yet he didn't have any hint of an accent.

"Speaking of steak, I am starving how about you Alex?" Eric put in.

"Yes.. very hungry, didn't notice it before, well... I'm gonna go sit down over here before I throw up." I said, the hunger finally hit me in full force, I had to sit down.

I checked my watch and it read a little past 6, I hadn't eaten all day and I was starving. I had completely used up my water and I was starting to get a headache. This day could not get any worse.

"You're not lookin to good there are you soldier boy." Ally started to joke with me.

I looked up and noticed people had scattered around the room. On the far side Eric was still sitting with Archie and Ashley had joined them, they were both trying to cheer her up, Jeffrey was huddled on a chair near one of the exits, and Jimy was looking out a back window into the setting sun. I was in no mood for smartass jokes from this hardass bitch who had disturbed my self pity session.

"What the fuck do you want from me?" I snapped at her.

"So what are you in the army or something like that?" She said, ignoring my question.

"Yeah, something like that." I replied while rubbing my forehead.

"Oh so where are the rest of your friends then? Where's our rescue?"

"We're it, no one else is coming now leave me the fuck alone." I was getting irritated.

"I'm sorry..." I started, realizing how rude I was. I'm not normally a jackass to people.

"I'm just thirsty, hungry, tired, my head is killing me, and I'm having a shitty day."

"Aren't we all?" She said in an understanding voice.

"So what is it you do anyway?" I asked.

"Oh, I am Chief Inspector Alexandra Rorke, at your service." she said pointing to her badge.

"What about your friend?" I questioned.

"Oh Jimy? Well he saved my life, you see these two men were chasing me down the street after my car crashed and he just jumped out of a window and bashed their heads in."

"He lost his family ya know... had to kill them because they turned..." She added in a whisper.

"And what about your friends. Eric, that's Ashley right? And Archie and Jeffrey? That jeffrey guy creeps me out..."

"Well Eric has basically the same story as me-" I was explaining before Ally interrupted.

"And you haven't exactly told me your story yet..."

"Right... well anyways we came across Archie and Richard... you know Rich, the guy you shot? Well anyways we ran into them at a park, don't really know his story other than he's a chef. Ashley... well Ashley watched her parent's get ripped to shreds by rioters. And Jeffrey, well don't call him Jeff and watch your back around him. That's it, now we're all one big happy family!"

I said this as I slapped my palms on my knees in anger and got up. I motioned Eric to join me and we did a quick equipment check. He only had one mag for his P226 so I gave him my 2 of my 3 remaining mags. And I only had 30 rounds for the G36.

"Hey Ally how are you looking with your Glock?" I asked.

"Ohhh... I've got 2 mags not including the one that's loaded right now." She said after checking.

"Shit... well anyone here hungry?"

At that everyone but Jeffrey looked up, even Ashley and Jimy looked interested. Jeffrey was drinking some alcoholic beverage from the mini-bar, the fool.

"Well I saw a vending machine in the front with some chips and drinks, what do ya say?" I asked the group.

"I'll go." Ally was the first to volunteer.

Eric, Ally, Jimy and I were going. I made Archie stay back with Ashley because I just didn't feel right leaving her alone with Jeffrey. I offered my sidearm with one mag to Jimy, but he refused saying he didn't feel comfortable around guns.

"Alright guys, I can hear those things out there, I don't know if they made it through the door or not, but we goto be quiet, Alex you take lead, I'll cover you, Ally and Jimy shadow us and take up the rear, be as quiet as you can." Eric laid out a nice plan so we went to it.

I went out first covered by Eric. Then he went while I covered him, Ally and Jimy followed close by. Corner by corner, room by room we secured the building once again and made our way to the vending machines.

"Anyone have a coin?" I joked, no one laughed.

CRACK! The sound of the glass breaking when I hit the machine with the butt of my rifle was a bit louder than I would have liked...

groan...

THUMP... THUMP...

"What the fuck, Eric watch the door." Eric followed my order and covered us while Jimy and Ally filled their arms with drinks and snacks.

"Mr. Sheffield... what did I tell you..." I heard Jeffrey's voice saying in the distance.

"What is that fucker up to." I whispered to Eric.

We gathered our supplies and headed back to the back room as fast as we could. I could see the door was open at the end of the hall and the pool table was in sight, but blood smeared it's green covering.

Shit.

"Shit, Mr. Sheffield got out!" Ally cried out.

I ran full speed to the room and back to Ashley. as I passed by I noticed Mr. Sheffield's room was soaked in blood and the desk was smashed and books were all over the floor, obvious signs of a struggle. Also what caught my attention was one very mutilated body that had apparently been bound with duct tape.

"Ashley?" I whispered.

She came out from under the mini-bar and pointed to the back door which was now open with a bloody hand print on the door frame.

"He chased Archie out that door, I don't know where Jeffrey went." She said.

"Jeffrey said he was going to check on Mr. Sheffield, Archie tried to stop him. They were yelling and Jeffrey convinced Archie to go with him. Archie told me to hide behind the mini-bar."

"What happened then, dear?" I said as I put my hand on her shoulder, she seemed pretty spooked, more so than usual.

"I heard some banging and them arguing again, then Archie came running back into the room and another man was chasing him. I heard them fighting, then they went out that door. I don't know where Jeffrey went, I was... I was too afraid to come out, I'm sorry..."

As she finished I tried best I could to calm her down. We now had a new problem. It was past 8 and already dark. Two members of our party were missing, we were running out of ammunition, and our hiding place was no longer secure. This was going to be a long night...