The static blaring from the radio told Herbert and Dan that they were not alone. They looked around and saw a Dean Halsey monster in the living room by a table that had two boxes of handgun bullets on top of it. Herbert moved closer to both monster and table. The monster struck out to attack him, but Herbert was faster and killed it in a matter of seconds. He grabbed the bullets and walked over to Dan, not bothered by all the blood spattered over him. The queasy look on Dan's face told him that his friend was bothered since it had replaced the one of shock in reaction to how quickly and calmly he had dealt with the monster. Herbert smiled reassuringly up at his friend as he wiped the spot of blood from his face.
They left the room and went up to the 3rd floor.
Dan noticed a set of bars separating one part of the hall from the other. He had no idea why they were there. "What are those bars doing there?" he asked himself out loud.
"I think it's a common thing for apartment buildings."
"I wasn't expecting an answer for that."
They approached the bars and noticed a key on the other side. Dan reached through the bars and nearly had the key when he felt something step on his hand, something sharp. He withdrew and took a look at his hand. He noticed small scratches on it, ones that looked like the ones he got when his cat Rufus was upset.
He stood up and faced Herbert. "Did you see what got the key out of my grip?" he asked.
"Yes. It was the reanimated version of your cat."
"It's not enough that there's a monster that looks like Dean Halsey. What's Rufus doing here?" He suddenly perked up and smiled. "Maybe that means Meg's here."
Herbert slapped his forehead in frustration again at this suggestion. "That can't be possible, she's dead."
"It wouldn't hurt to find out, would it?" He walked away before Herbert could respond in the negative.
They entered room 301's living room. They saw an out of place shopping cart and Dan approached it. He returned with a black handgun with a black handle.
"I can help you fight now," he told his friend, loading the gun with some bullets they had collected.
