Meat. That was all she had become to him.

Amy Kovatch stumbled across the parking lot of Londonderry mall, her tear stained face unnusually pale. It had been hours since her friend Simon, the last survivor of the Performing Arts class ( besides her, of course ), had attacked her. She couldn't make sense of the situation. Everyone was dead and she couldn't grasp the concept of why.

"..Why.. wh-y Simon..?", Was all she could manage to say before bursting into tears, her shaking hands moving up to her strange green eyes. Everything had turned upside down within the short time span of two weeks and it was too much for her. She had been in her usual Performing Arts meeting when one of her classmates began to act abnormally. Before she knew it, Simon and her had sought out safety in the theater's loft. Days had passed and eventually Simon began to act strangely. He seemed terribly sick. His symptoms were identical to all the others', but Amy refused to believe that he was going to turn into one of them. She wouldn't accept such a thing.

"..I'm so sorry.. so.. so sorry.." Amy whispered shakily, trying to compose herself. The situation was dire and she knew she couldn't just stand out in the open like she was. Despite the fact that she was an open target for the many creatures that lurked the streets, she couldn't help but continue to cry. There was nothing left for her to do. Everyone she knew was dead. Simon, the one boy who could make her smile.. was dead. Her dad was dead, as well as her mother and sister. For all she knew, her best friend was probably dead, too.

Amy was ready to give up on the entire situation when a voice snapped her back to reality, "Oi, you over there! Watch out!"

Raising her head, Amy could barely make out the form of a blonde guy running towards her ( she hadn't worn glasses in ages, despite the act that she needed them ), "..Huh?"

Before she could utter another word, the entire world distorted in one quick blur and Amy hit the ground hard. Amy couldn't make sense of what just happened, nor did she want to. Her one and only goal was to get the hell away. She scrambled to her hands and knees, but a blood curdling growl stopped her in her tracks. Turning her head very slowly, she stared at the creature loomed so closely. It was a dog. Well, what was left of one.

"What are you doing! RUN!", Came the voice of the boy who had tried to warn her. Amy didn't hear him, though, she was fixated on the Cerberus. Uttering a small growl in its sinewy throat, the undead canine lunged at her. Screaming like there was no tomorrow, Amy raised her hands to its snapping muzzle, trying to hold it bay. She didn't know what good it would do, but she wasn't about to let it use her as a damn chew toy. Its claws dug painfully against her shoulders causing her to cry out in pain, her hands keeping a firm grasp around its muzzle.

"Hold as still as you can! I'm taking it down!", the boy ordered sharply, an Irish accent obvious. He was standing approximately five feet away now, a gun held in his pale hands tightly. It was a standard issue 9 mm Beretta, to be exact. Amy froze on the spot, holding still as a statue despite the raging creature ontop of her. With one defening bang, the dog twitched numerous times and ceased moving.

"Oh..oh my God.." Amy's voice wavered as she burst into tears again, pushing the heavy remains of the canine off of her. Everything took on a completely new reality. In only seconds, the last week of events rushed through her already dazed mind. The first attack. The screaming and shouting. Ian completely losing his mind and threatening to kill her. Simon following her up the ladder to the loft. The long and terrible silence. Then of course.. Simon becoming one of them, too. After that, there was nothing. Everything faded away to black. Bryan Gallagher's voice faded, as well, and for awhile.. Amy was lost to the world. Finally, she could have her peace.

"Damn.." Bryan spoke softly, tucking the sleek, black handgun into the holster at his waist. He kneeled down and slipped his arms under the unconcious girl, lifting her off the ground and carefully placing her over his right shoulder. It certainly wasn't the most gentlemanly way to carry a woman, but it was easier. Besides, being the perfect gentleman wasn't his concern at the moment. Sighing, the blue eyed Irishman looked around his surroundings, scanning for any other dangers. He decided on taking the front entrance rather than the way he had come out at the far west side of the building. Shifting Amy's weight a bit, Bryan turned and made his way across the vast and deserted parking lot. As he neared the large glass doors, his foot came into contact with something, causing him to stumble. He heard a muted ting as the object hit the door. To his suprise, a small, silver cell phone lay against the door.

"What do we have here?", He spoke curiously, kneeling down slowly and picking up the chilled object in his hand. He used his thumb to flip it open and the LCD screen shone brightly. His palm pressed up against the back of the phone, and he noted a small dent. Turning the cellphone over in his hand, he noticed some of the color still chipping away. He guessed someone had dropped it in one hell of a rush.

Bryan shrugged to himself and pocketed the phone, pulling open the door to the mall.