Billy saw some more familiar faces from the police precinct on the scene. Every cop had his or her gun pointed towards him, waiting for a move.

"Now – tell them!" the man behind him hissed.

"They won't go away, no matter what I tell them. You're only chance…"

The man behind him pressed the barrel against Walsh's head.

"Tell 'em…or you're dead!"

Billy closed his eyes in anguish. Images of friends and family started appearing in his mind. He didn't want to die. Not like this. He drew a breath.

"Leave us alone!" he yelled so everybody could hear.
"They got hostages! Alex is shot!"

"What you think you're doing?" the man shouted into Walsh's ear and pulled him back inside. Once they were inside, he pushed Billy towards Alex.

"You think you're this smart, huh?" the shorter man asked. The taller man was looking at his partner.

"Come on, let's blow this off, go out back, whatever…let's get out of here!" he said nervously.

"They are everywhere, dumb ass!" he snapped back, referring to the police.

The shorter man looked around.

"This is your fault!" he spit towards Walsh, pointed his gun at the woman behind the counter and squeezed the trigger…

The second they heard the shot outside, some of the officers started to return fire. Billy threw Alex down, covering her with his body when the bullets came flying into that little store.

In horror, Johnson watched what was going on. He closed his eyes and prayed with all his might that Walsh and Taylor would make it out there alive.

After a few moments, they ceased fire and everything was dead quiet.

Slowly, Billy opened his eyes. The store looked like a war zone. Glass was shattered, cans were damaged and pouring their contents out on the floor. He moved slightly to give Alex some room to breath again. Then he looked around quickly. The two men were down on the floor, same as the woman from behind the counter. Walsh returned his attention back to hid friend.

"Alex, you're okay?" he asked and waited for a reply. When there was none, he felt a stab in his heart and his stomach turned.

"Alex? Talk to me!"

He checked her pulse, but he couldn't find one. He checked her respiration, with the same result.

"Don't do this to me…don't…" he muttered, lying her flat on her back and started CPR.

With every four times he compressed her chest, he bent down to breathe his breath into her, to provide her with oxygen.

"Don't you dare die on me!" he swore under his breath. He felt sweat forming on his arms, his forehead and his neck.

Four compressions, one breath. Over and over. Billy prayed for the medics to come in there any second.

Four compressions, one breath.

"Billy, are you okay?" he could hear someone yell.

"I need help in here!" he yelled back. His heart was pounding. He could hear his blood rush in his ears.

Suddenly, he felt someone beside him. It was Doc.

"Okay, go on with CPR…" he told Walsh while preparing everything to save Alex Taylor…