Carlos Oliveira

As Nathan ran after Winsor he thought briefly about her sudden change. (What made her act like that? We were all just trying to get along. Christ if you didn't want to talk just say so!) he thought.

Cutting the corner he heard her scream.

"Shit! That's what you get for running off." he said to himself as he took the next corner and came to a dead halt. Winsor was sitting on her ass trying to back away from a larger then possible spider. It's thick hairy legs moving with grace as it stepped closer to her. The eyes seeming to be looking everywhere at once. It drew up on it's back legs and hissed before exposing the full length of it's fangs. Winsor looked terrified. For a brief moment he thought about leaving her there, but in his heart he knew he couldn't do it. Nath closed his eyes and turned them down as he pulled the trigger. The rounds tearing into the bloated body, tearing it to pieces. He could hear the death scream from it as it was obliterated. When the rifle clicked empty he released the trigger and opened his eyes. Taking in the scene he saw body parts everywhere and Winsor standing up staring at him.

With a distasteful look on her face she spoke, " I hope you don't expect me to thank you?"

Nathan walked past her without another look.

~~Speaking over his shoulder~~

"I don't expect anything from you. You people are all the same. You all want something good and when you get it, you chase it away. Everyone is just trying to help you and you insult them....just keep the hell away from me and we'll get along fine!" he said with a small bit of anger in his tone.

Winsor just stared as he started off down the tunnel alone. (Did he just tell me to keep away from him?) she thought. (Why the hell should I care about what someone else did to you?! Your a jock....nuff said.) She thought bitterly as he walked away.

"Aren't you going to wait for your friends?" she asked.

"I don't have any friends." Nath replied without emotion.

For the first time since meeting up with him she saw something she hadn't seen before.....he seemed.....empty.

Nathan continued walking alone with his thoughts. (Why do I even bother trying to be nice? All they do is backstab me. She probably thinks I like her cuz of the wink and trying to warm her up when she looked cold! It's not my fault I'm a bit of a flirt! People shouldn't take things so seriously all the time!) he thought to himself. He reloaded the rifle as he walked, calming himself with every slowing breath.

Around the next corner he found a door with another keycard reader. He tried both keys but neither would fit. They seemed too small. With frustration Nathan kicked the door and turned leaning against it.

(What would you do Dad?) he thought. The memory of losing his father brought tears to his eyes. Having to shoot him in order to save him that's what his father had said to him. Nath never hesitated but at that moment he did and his father did something he had never done before.....he 'ordered' Nathan to kill him! Nathan closed his eyes as he pulled the trigger feeling the kickback as his father crumpled to the floor. He stared for a long time at his father before carrying out his last wish..."Got to the school Nath...it's safe there. Above all Nath I love you and want you to live son."

Nathan closed his eyes and wiped away the tears as he looked at the cards.

"Think of the solution Nath! Not the problem!" His father again. He stared at the cards and noticed that they both had a small knob on them as well as a hole. Placing them closer he thought they might fit and with a small click...they did! He slid the new card down and the door emanated a soft beep before clicking unlocked. Nathan smiled and looked up silently thanking his father. From behind he heard voices. Deciding to wait he lit a smoke and leaned there waiting for them to catch up.

Things were looking up.

Joker

Ryan didn't even know what the hell was going on. All he heard was the hiss of something not human and automatic gunfire.

Hurtling down the tunnel, hearing only the sounds of him, Paul and John sending water flying with each step.

"What the hell happened?!?", Ryan almost yelled.

"The jock got a testosterone surge", Winsor replied contemptuously. In all fairness, she owed her life to Nathan, but she didn't need anybody and would prove that at any opportunity.

Paul and John looked at each other somewhat confusedly. They didn't know quite what to make of that.

Ryan, himself, didn't know what to think. Seemed a very odd way to phrase anything, let alone the events transpiring around screeches and gunfire.

"If you want to find the simpleton, he went that way", Winsor continued.

"Wait, you're not coming?", Ryan asked.

Paul spoke up, saying, "Er, it's probably best you don't separate yourself again. Sounds like you had a close call last time..."

"I don't need any help from you drones!", Winsor shouted indignantly, quite annoyed that these people were going to "protect" her.

"What the hell have you got against everyone, anyway?", John asked. His question was rewarded with another glare from Winsor.

The argument escalated until Ryan finally ended it.

"Enough!", he shouted. "What the hell is wrong with you people?!? The worst thing we can do is argue amongst ourselves!"

"Perhaps you should tell those neanderth..."

"Shut up!", Ryan yelled, cutting Winsor off. "You and your damn 'Holier Than Thou' thing is going to get you killed, I swear it! If not by one of those creatures, then by someone you just pissed off that little bit too much!"

Winsor stared at Ryan, shocked. Of all the people she took a verbal shot at, nobody had ever shot back like this.

"Now, Nathan saved your ass. The least you could do is regard him as a person, for Christ's sake!", Ryan continued.

"Oh, spare me your valedictions, you conformist!", Winsor shot back. "Just leave me here."

Ryan's voice went lower.

"Look, I happen to believe that everyone is worth saving..."

He looked Winsor directly in the eye.

"..even you. Now, I said I'd help these people escape and I will. Whether you like it or not, you are one of these people now! And if that means I have to drag you out myself at gunpoint, then you will be dragged out at gunpoint! Understand?!?"

"How noble of you", Winsor said sarcastically.

Ryan closed the bolt of the MP5K and flicked off the safety. He then pointed it so it wasn't quite aimed toward Winsor, but it wasn't quite aimed away either.

"If you really think I give a flying fuck about your objections, you'd better take a good long look and think again. Now move!"

After an awkward moment, Winsor started to move. She wasn't used to anybody challenging her opinions like that and she certainly wasn't used to being ordered around by anyone, let alone someone like Ryan.

"Good...", thought Ryan. "Now we're getting somewhere."

As the four marched up the tunnel to where Nathan was waiting, a silhouette filled the light eminating from the door.

A silhouette of a man with a pistol...

Infinity-X

"Oh, SHIT!"

Cried Alex running from the creature. The 3 ran as fast as they could through the sewer water.

"What else could go wrong?!?!"

Alex yelled, you could tell she was mad. Then Jarred spoke up,

"How am I supposed to know?!?!"

"Guys just, let's get away from this thing!"

said Vanessa, she was holding her neck, blood was still coming out, her hand was red, from it bleeding. Then the 3 ran around a corner. Jarred looked back....

"Ok, I think we're safe now, you ok Vanessa?"

"HELLO! Come on people, I got bit by a stupid zombie, she just got something shoved into her neck!"

Screamed Alex, Vanessa looked at her. Alex spoke again.

"Well sorry!"

she looked around the room, she felt strange. Then she looked down at her arm, it was really pale, almost completely white, it felt num too. She was also filled with anger and hate, and didn't know why.

Vanessa gave Alex a nasty look, and rubbed her neck.

"Help! Somebody, I'm trapped!"

Jarred looked around,

"Who said that?"

he said, Alex looked over at him with a funny look, and mumbled something.

"It really looks like one of us is trapped....."

"I don't know, it sounded like it came from over there.

Vanessa then said, as she pointed over at some door. The 3 walked over to the door, they heard someone inside, but the door was locked.

"DAMN!"

said Jarred. Just then Jarred kicked down the door. There was a long hall, and someone in the corner.

"Hello?"

said Vanessa softly, then someone walked out of the shadows, and looked at Alex with a strange look.

"What's your problem, so what I'm a little pale......Who are you anyway?"

Alex calmed down a little, she didn't like it when people stared at her. The guy slowly approached the 3....

"My name is David, and what's going on here?

the guy spoke, he looked around nervously.

"We don't really know what's going on, but I'm Vanessa and this is Jarred and .....Alexandra, she's usually called Alex though.

said Vanessa, Alex was watching David,"He's hot......."she thought, Alex still had her headphones with her,so she put them on and started to listen to "Bad Boy For Life".

David decided to come with the 3. They wondered where they should go, and where the others were....

Dr.William Birkin

David stood in the damp, cold air of the sewer. He stared at the three in front of him...gripping the Colt SAA he had recovered off of a corpse. "You....you people look familiar....I think I've seen you three around school before....in any event, can any of you people tell me what the HELL IS GOING ON HERE!...god..one minute I'm asleep, the next I wake up to find....well...zombies...and even more horrific creatures roaming this town...". Dave's cold, calculating eyes swept across the trio, eventually coming to rest on Alexandra. "Damn...I could get to like hanging around her...if I'm going to die at least I might get to have some fun first.." he thought. "Well, enough for these paltry little introductions...we might as well make an attempt to get the hell out of here...there's a high probability were the last ones left..." he said in a tone so completely calm, it was almost disturbing.