Effie snapped out of his trance of pacing and bawling, "W-Where was he bitten?! M-Maybe we can still save him!"

"H-His shoulder!" Charlie said through her sobs, "Th-There has to be something we can do to k-keep it from infecting him! R-Right?!"

Renesmee looked at the unconscious bunny, tears in her eyes. "I-I know that you can s-stop some bites from i-infecting by c-cutting off a limb or s-something, b-but I don't think a-a bite to the shoulder can be stopped. . ."

Charlie turned around and looked at Renesmee, clearly upset. "THERE HAS TO BE ANOTHER WAY!"

Renesmee backed up and shut her mouth, scared of the crazed chicken. Charlie looked back at BonBon. She lifted him up into her arms and pulled him close.

Everyone was crying, bawling, hysterically upset. What could they do? Just wait for him to become a Biter only to try and kill them? They wouldn't let that happen! They couldn't! But how would they stop it?

BonBon sat upright, screaming. He forced himself away from Charlie, shuffling backwards, only to run into Effie. He scrambled to his feet and darted for the corner of the room. He pressed his back against the wall, kicking his legs as if he was trying to force himself through the wall.

Everyone stayed back from him, even Charlie. It was obvious she wanted to go over to him, more than she had ever wanted anything, but she stayed where she was.

"HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE! MAKE IT STOP!" BonBon screamed, not at anyone in particular.

No one said a thing, not knowing what to do. BonBon's face was turning pale, he looked crazy. It was starting. He was turning into one of them.

The bunny continued to try and force himself further and further into the corner, hitting and banging on the wall. Finally, among the group, someone said something.

Effie whispered, "W-We need to put him somewhere where he can't hurt us. . .Y-You know. . .W-When it happens. . ."

"As much as I hate to say it. . ." Renesmee whispered, "I agree. . ."

Charlie kept silent. In her head she wanted to scream-scream at Effie and Renesmee, scream in anger about son being bitten, scream at herself for being at fault for him being bitten. But she didn't. She kept silent, just staring at her son go insane. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. Not with him. But with her. Something had snapped. The effects just weren't showing yet. But they would soon.

Renesmee and Effie's eyes both locked on a door in the room. It was close to BonBon, they just had to open it, force him inside, then close it and keep it shut somehow.

"You force him into the room," Renesmee whispered to Effie, "I'll move that bookcase in front of the door 'soon as it's shut."

Effie shakily nodded, not wanting to do it, but knew he had to. Somehow, Renesmee wasn't showing to be as upset as she should be. She cared for BonBon for eleven years, so why wasn't she as upset-or even more upset-than Charlie? She'd been trying to find him, but Renesmee had cared for him. Somehow she was managing to keep as calm as possible.

Renesmee got up and went towards the door and opened it, revealing a smaller, dark room. She then went over to the bookcase. Effie hesitantly went over towards BonBon, to which he screamed and tried even harder to push himself further into the corner.

Renesmee started pushing the bookcase. Effie grabbed BonBon by the arm and yanked him out of the corner. He screamed and flailed around,

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"

Effie wanted to stop, but he didn't. He tugged him again, pulling him towards the door. BonBon continued to flail and scream, but he was no match for Effie's strength. Renesmee had the bookcase ready to be knocked over and in front of the door. Effie finally got BonBon in front of the open doorway. He shoved him into the room and scrambled to close the door.

Charlie quickly got up and dove for the door. She pushed it open for her to fit inside, then slammed it shut behind her. Before Effie could stop her, Renesmee had already pushed the bookcase over, not seeing Charlie go inside. Effie quickly moved away and the bookcase fell over in front of the door, trapping BonBon and Charlie inside.

Effie banged on the door, "Charlie! What the fuck are you doing?!" There was no response, the only thing heard from inside the room was BonBon screaming.

A.J. looked on at the situation in complete and utter shock. He couldn't believe what was happening. His dad was killed, his lover was bitten, now he was trapped in a building with a sea of Biters outside. Was he going to die?

What if dying was better than being alive at this point? He had nobody else to trust, he wasn't experienced with fighting or shooting, all of his family was dead. What difference would it make? To kill himself now and not have to wait for a more insufferable death?

He looked over at the window and stood. Nobody noticed him slowly walking towards it. Was he really about to do this? Jump to his death? The closer and closer he got to the window, the more and more panic filled him. He wasn't sure anymore. Is this really what he wanted? Sure, everyone and everything he ever loved was dead, but did that mean he had to die? He could make new friends! These people would protect him, right? They hadn't killed him yet, why would they kill him now?

But by the time he'd snapped out of thought, he found himself standing on the windowsill. What was he doing? He didn't want to do it. He wanted to get down. He begged and pleaded with himself to get down. Nothing happened. He looked down at the large fall, the sea of walking, rotting corpses at the bottom. Surely if the fall didn't kill him, those monsters would.

His right leg extended outward, hovering over nothing but air. Nothing to keep him from falling. Get down! He screamed at himself in his mind. He didn't want this anymore! He didn't! It was as if he wasn't in control of himself. As if something was forcing him to do this. But what? What could possibly be happening?

He leaned forward.

His arms extended.

He fell.

Then he stopped.

Renesmee grabbed him by the shirt. "Dude, you're not leaving us." She pulled him back up and into the building, A.J. not struggling. "We're all in this, that includes you."

As the two turned back around, they saw Effie in a panic. He was frantically trying to move the bookcase out from in front of the door. He looked at Renesmee and A.J. and screamed,

"Hurry the fuck up and help me!"

Renesmee looked at A.J., knelt down to be at his level. "I know things are tough right now, but we need you. I know you probably don't trust me in the slightest, and I don't blame you. But I promise you, kid, we'll keep you safe. We can have a better talk in a bit-I gotta deal with Mister Hurry-The-Fuck-Up."

A.J. nodded hesitantly. Renesmee patted him on the shoulder and stood up. She hurried over to Effie and helped him in attempts to move the bookcase.

They pushed and shoved the big creation of wood. It didn't want to move, but inch by inch they forced it away from the door. Effie put more strength and force into it, his adrenaline pumping. He needed to get Charlie out. Now.

Finally the bookcase was just enough out of the way for the door to be opened. Effie twisted the handle and swung the door open.