Jimmy fought it as long as he could but in the end he had to give up. He was going to have to get out of his sleeping bag and take a leak. Cracking his eyes open, he hit the light button on his watch.

3:17 a.m.

He pressed his face into his pillow and groaned. He should have known it was way too early. The main lights were still off and only the two emergency lights cut into the darkness around him. He knew he was going to have to get up and take a leak. He knew once he was up there was no way he was going to get back to sleep.

"Shit," he mumbled into the pillow.

He snapped his head around to see if his mother, who was sleeping in her sleeping bag next to him, had heard him. The sight that greeted him was not his mother, giving him that look she had any time he cursed. Instead, he found someone leaning over his mother.

Throwing off his sleeping bag, Jimmy stood and looked down in horror at the sight before him. In the dim light, he could see his mother's eyes, staring up at the ceiling. He could see her throat, torn open, and a pool of blood covering her pillow. The monster leaning over her had ripped open her shirt and he could see chunks of flesh missing from where it had bitten her.

"Mom!" He screamed, grabbing the monster by its head and shoving it away from her.

The monster rolled over and, snarling, swung its head around to meet Jimmy's eyes. Jimmy stared at Andy's face. His mother's blood covered Andy's jaw and he looked like he was still chewing on a piece of her flesh.

With a howl of rage, Andy threw himself at Jimmy. Jimmy backpedaled away from the monster that Andy had become. Andy grabbed at Jimmy but missed and tripped himself on Jimmy's mother's legs.

Andy crashed to the ground as Jimmy spun and ran for the front of the store. Dimly, he could hear people shouting behind him but the sound of Andy's growls and feet slapping against the floor as he gave chase drowned everything else out.

Jimmy sprinted to the registers at the front of the store. Running behind them, he reached into the drawer next to the left register. He pulled the .357 out of the drawer and flicked off the safety.

Paul and Aaron had put a few guns in places all around the store just in case the zombies managed to get in. Jimmy had paid very close attention, hoping Paul and Aaron would notice.

Andy threw himself over the register at him. Jimmy jumped back as Andy and the register came crashing to the floor at his feet. Jimmy swung the .357 down and fired. His first shot tore into the floor, just missing Andy's head.

His next shot hit Andy in the shoulder, shattering the bones in his left shoulder and slamming him back to the floor.Jimmy's next two shots his Andy in the head, killing him.

Jimmy didn't stop. He fired the last two shots into Andy's back. He kept pulling the trigger as tears poured down his face. Realizing he was out of bullets, he turned the pistol around, dropped to his knees and began beating Andy's corpse with the gun.

Wailing in agony, he pounded the gun into the remains of Andy's head. His tears mixed with Andy's blood as he brought the gun up and down, again and again.

He didn't know how long it was until a pair of hands grabbed him and dragged him away from Andy. He struggled against the person holding him. He wanted to destroy Andy's body. He wanted to tear it apart piece by piece.

"Jimmy! Stop! He's dead," Jo yelled.

Jimmy hurled the .357 at Andy's body. He yanked free of Jo and turned to face her.

"Did you see what he did to my mother?" He screamed.

Tears running down her face, Jo reached out for Jimmy and said, "I'm so sorry, Jimmy."

The rage that had been burning inside him suddenly seemed to flicker and die, leaving him feeling empty inside. He collapsed into Jo's arms, and let her hold him as he cried.

Paul and Danny burst through the store room doors, their guns up and ready.

"What the fuck is going on?" Paul shouted.

Someone turned on the main overhead light and Paul and Danny got their first sight of Jimmy's mother.

"Oh my God," Paul whispered.

"One of those things got in here," John Carter yelled, stomping over to Paul and Danny. "Some protection you're offering."

"It didn't get in," Jo yelled from the front of store. "It was Andy."

"Andy?" Danny asked, rushing over to the tent that Andy had been in. The tent was wide open and Andy was missing.

"No," Danny whispered.

"How could it have been Andy? He wasn't…" Paul trailed off. It hit him. All the time Danny had spent nursing his brother; keeping him away from everyone. He'd gotten bit and Danny had kept it from everyone.

"Motherfucker," Paul hissed, starting towards Danny. He was going to kill him. Because of the stupid son of a bitch Jimmy's mom was dead and any of the rest of them could have been as well.

Screams from behind him stopped him right before he got to Danny. Spinning around he saw Jimmy's mother sitting upright. Her eyes opened and she took in her surroundings.

"Mom?" Jimmy asked.

She looked towards her son and her lips pulled back from her teeth. Eyes locked on her prey, she started to get up, never feeling the touch of a shotgun's barrel on the side of her head.

Paul pulled the trigger and her head exploded, splattering blood and brain matter across the aisle.

Jimmy screamed. The raw agony in his voice tore at Paul. He didn't have time to tell the kid to look away or for Jo to turn him away. He had to stop her right then or put everyone at risk. That didn't stop Jimmy's screams or the knife that felt like it was stabbing Paul in the heart.

Not daring to look at Jimmy, Paul walked over to Larry and asked, "Who was supposed to be on watch in here?"

"It was the rich guys turn," Larry said.

Paul turned and walked over to where John was standing with his new friend Gloria, a very worried Larry right behind him.

"You were supposed to be on watch. How did you miss Andy attacking Jimmy's mom?" Paul asked

"I must have drifted off. I'm not a young man and I am not used to this late night nonsense you are putting me through. You really should have been better prepared for something like this," John snapped.

"You really don't want to be around me right now. Go somewhere where I can't see you," Paul said.

Normally, John would never have taken that kind of tone from anyone. But the look in Paul's eyes made him keep his mouth shut. Taking Gloria's hand, the two quickly made their way into the store room.

"Danny, go back up on the roof and stand watch," Paul said over his shoulder.

Danny walked over to Paul and said, "Paul, I didn't know he was gonna…"

"Did I say talk to me?" Paul asked, cutting Danny off and letting the barrel of his shotgun drift towards Danny's face.

Danny stared down the barrel of the gun for a moment, before quickly making his way towards the roof hatch.

Jimmy's screaming had finally stopped but Paul still couldn't bring himself to look at the kid.

"Larry?" He asked.

"Yeah?" Larry asked.

"How's Jimmy?"

Larry glanced at the front of the store. "The girls are still holding him. He's still crying. Can't say I blame him. That was pretty rough shit."

"Yeah," Paul said quietly. "We need to get some people and some tarps and get the bodies out of here," Paul said. "Then get a crew to clean up the mess."

"What are we gonna do with the bodies?" Larry asked.

Paul thought about it a moment and said, "Take them up to the roof. We'll take them over the wall and into the yard behind the store tomorrow and bury them."

"Pretty dangerous move," Larry commented.

"What the fuck should we do with them then?" Paul snapped.

Seeing how on edge Paul was, Larry raised his hands and said, "Hey, man, it your call. I'll go get some people together and start cleaning up."

"You do that," Paul said to Larry's retreating form.

Paul took a deep breath and let it out. Steeling himself, he turned and looked where Jimmy was. The girls had gotten him up and were helping him over to the bathroom. Never once did Jimmy look up, as Jo and her mom practically carried him to the bathroom.

"I'm sorry," Paul whispered, to Jimmy. To himself. To everyone.