(Authors Note: Hey guys I'm back, just working on this story steadily. Oh if anyone has any suggestions as to incorperating Outbreak 2 into this I'll be more than happy to listen. This was originally only for #1 Anyway on with the fic!)

George knew they were racing against the clock. There was no way to hold off against those creatures with their vast numbers. Pushing gloomy thoughts aside he walked down the liqour storage, feeling reletivly safe for the moment.

"Let's just try to stay calm." Mark spoke as he led Bob towards the back. He sat the older man on the nearby forklift which David was staring at intently.

"Right...Hey Blondie is there a key to this thing?" He turned to Cindy who's demenor just took a sudden change at his comment.

"Blondie! Excuse me David but that comment is very mean and inappropriate!" She huffed glaring at him..these two weren't going to get along well

"Inappropriate? You are blonde." David scoffed turning away from her then turned to focus his attentions on the nearby door which was shut with a red light. He quietly began to work without another word. Loud bangs were heard from down stairs...it sounded like the barricade he'd made had just fallen.

"Your always were a jerk." Cindy stated before walking towards the back, George getting up and following her.

George heard David suggest Cindy pay the firey underworld a little visit as he chased Cindy. David seemed to have found a new interest gathing up some old news papers-what for?

"Hey! Where are you going?" George asked, following her down the hall. Despite just being in an argument she didn't let her anger carry over to him. She actually gave him a weak smile.

"I'm going to find the key for the fork lift, it's kept in the back office here." there was an akward silence between them. "...would you please come with me?...there might be more of those..."things" up here..."

George nodded, the idea had crossed his mind that they might have gotten up here. "Sure" Walking forward he opened the door cautiously, he felt his heart skip a beat as fear shot through him. A loud 'Crash!' was heard behind them as they both looked, a wine bottle had fallen from one of the top shelves.

"And I thought I was jumpy." She teased him and walked into the office. She began looking for the key as something else caught George's eye. He walked over to another pot plant and looked at the herb, this was the same species as the one he'd found before, but this one was red. He observed it carefully before plucking it from it's pot, he wished he could remember the effects but they would mix in the kit he brought with him.

"Trent..." He whispered, looking up. Did he know something like this would happen? He began to wonder more and more about the man who'd called him earlier but that was quickly changed by Cindy's voice of excitment.

"I found it! Now we can get out of here!" She held a key with a blue tag. But their hope would soon turn to despair.

"That's great Cindy! C'mon let's get out of here." George voiced before turning back, the sounds of the horde approaching were heard from the door outside. They banged and snarled at the wooden frame, the door bursting in as the creatures broke the door down. They were in the Liquor room now and their attentions were on George who was standing in the door way.

"Damn it!" He cursed and moved to slam the door closed. But they hit the door before he could close it fully, their hands and heads reaching through the open crack in the door. There were too many of them and George wasn't strong enough!

"Agh! Cindy! Help me!" George yelled to her, but the waitress was already at the door, striking out with her broomstick. She struck with surprising fury, batting them away from the door and stabbing at them.

"Don't come anycloser!" She yelled at them, one good smash finally breaking her broom stick. She screamed, trying to close the door. There were just so many hitting on the door till finally George began to lose ground.

"Oh no...no...ahh!" He cried out willing something to give him more strength, but he was no body builder nor was he used to vigorus activity. Suddenly another crash was heard and a small explosion hit the door forcing George and Cindy back. Then another, the creatures were falling and least for the moment as David threw Molotov Cocktails. He must be crazy! But his cleverness might have just saved them both.

"Oh god..." Cindy backed into the corner with George. One of the creatures was advancing on them as it was on fire! The odor of burning, rotten flesh filled the air. George didn't know what came over him...like his adrenelin kicked in and a vauge memory came back to when he tackled a 300 pound paintent...Cindy's scream seem to add to his drive. George stood against the wall crouching, suddenly he felt no fear and as the creature came within a hair-breath, reaching to grab him. George ducked then lundged forward throwing his entire weight into his shoulder tackle which sent the flaming creature flying about 5 feet!

Cindy looked up in shock at Georges display of strength, but none of that mattered now. He grabbed her by the the hand an begun dragging her across the fallen creatures where David threw the last of the Molotov's

"You two okay?" He looked at them, surprising concern in his voice. Mark stood in the hallway too, his smoking pistol in hand as he reloaded, sighing feeling the fresh clip in his handgun.

"We're fine, thank you David" George nodded, before looking down the staircase-more were comming!

"I found the key to the fork lift!" Cindy quiped "Come on! we need to go!" she began down the hall, all four of them rounding the corner to the forklift where Bob sat. The older man hung his head, but looked up...from Georges experience he had a feeling Bob wasn't going to survive much longer...

David took the key and begun working the forklift, seemingly good with it as he turned to the rest. "We have to move now! Up the ladder!" Shuffling feet could be heard and it seemed a few of the burned creatures were getting back up...Cindy was the first up the ladder then George.

"Come on Bob! we need to go!" Mark tried to pick Bob up, but Bob seemed to barely respond.

"Mark! Were going to have to leave him." David faced him beginning to climb the ladder after George.

"No! I'm not going to just abandon him!"

Bob began to speak "Please Mark..just go...this isn't Vietnam. I'm not-"

"No Bob! We promised to the end! Remember!"

George felt a hollowness in his stomache as he crawled along the crates, the small crawl space was only a few feet infront of him as David spoke with admiration in his voice.

"Then Stay Behind." David Crawled up as George fit through the space.

"Cindy! is there a way to open the door down there? Cindy?" He looked down the stairs where Cindy was already trying to open. Gunshots were heard from Marks pistol...then from another pistol. Was Bob fighting?

"Get back!" He heard David's voice from the other side of the gate, he was fighting!

"George! we need to hit these at the same time!" Cindy called to him, he rushed down the stairs the the blue button on the opposite side of the door. "1"

"2"

"3"! Both them shouted as they pressed the button hurrying the gate to open. Bob and Mark had their backs against the shutter as Bob was pushed in with Mark. George saw David luring the Zombies away from them with a Handgun in hand. He fired at the horde which took it's attention from the group.

"David! The Shutter's going to close! Get back here!" Cindy shouted to him. A creature managed to grab ahold of him, but in one quick move David impaled the thing with the Kitchen Knife he had earlier!

"Go! I'll find another way!" He shouted, a beep was heard as the shutter began to close again.

George shook his head, he was'nt going to let that happen. But before he could he felt a hand grab his shirt, holding him back as the shutter closed. "David!"

"Let him be Soldier, he's strong and he'll live up to his words." Mark spoke quietly to them...gunshots were heard then no more. Cindy quivered a little...sure she didn't like him much but she didn't want him to die! "Let's go..." Mark spoke as they headed up the stairs twords the roof to their escape.

Cindy nodded and walk forward, George was unable to find words feeling as if he'd abandoned David. Cindy placed a hand on his should "This is our Stairway to Heaven..."