Hearing the door being bolted Dylan yelled, "I said: Don't lock the door!"
"You can kiss my arse," Jack sneered. "After grabbing Gwen's tits earlier on, I don't trust you."
"What's going on?" Now, Junior was standing in the hallway, outside of his bedroom.
"Ah," responded Dylan. "I was just about to get you. Things have changed."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"Watch your mouth, kid," Dylan snapped. "You and your old man are leaving."
"Fuck off!" the youngster began to laugh.
"You think I'm fucking joking?"
Junior continued to stand outside his room, his arms folded and full of attitude.
"My dad won't allow this."
"Your dad is downstairs in a heap."
Junior laughed, "Bollocks."
"I'm not gonna argue with you, kid. Get downstairs." Dylan then turned to the bathroom door and began hammering at it. "Hurry the fuck up, areshole. How long does it take to have a piss?"
Junior giggled and was re-entering his room.
"Stay where you are," ordered Dylan, losing control of the situation.
"Kiss my balls," was Junior's response and slammed his bedroom door shut.
"Fuck."
The bathroom door lock was slid open and the door handle was moving, which told Dylan that Jack was about to exit. The door opened.
"About fucking time." Dylan rubbed his head. The alcohol in his system was making him weary. He looked up and gasped as he saw a double-barrel shotgun pointing at his chest. He immediately held both hands in the air. "Don't shoot."
"Sorry about that." Jack smiled, holding the shotgun with his finger caressing the trigger. "I needed more toilet roll, so I went into the cupboard and found this."
"Please, don't shoot."
"Junior!" Jack called out.
The bedroom door opened and a shocked Junior stood and glared at the situation in front of him. "What is it?"
"Keep playing your Xbox until we come up for you, got it?"
"Erm..okay."
"What you playing?"
"One of the Call of Duty games."
"Well, get back inside and knock yourself out. We'll give you a shout when this is all over."
"Can I do something, before you go?" Junior asked.
"Okay, but quickly."
Junior walked over nonchalantly and punched Dylan in the balls. Dylan lowered his raised arms and doubled over, groaning in discomfort. Junior went back to his room, giggling to himself.
Jack waited patiently for Dylan to recover, and once he was standing upright again, he said, "Downstairs. Now."
Dylan walked uncomfortably with the gun pressing into the middle of his back.
They both entered the bar area and smiles appeared on Ianto and Sue's faces when they saw the situation. Lloyd, still on the floor, desperately tried to look and could see Jack holding the gun.
"Found it then?" he giggled.
Kyle held his hands in the air, took his foot off of Lloyd, and the owner of the establishment got to his feet and began to casually brush himself down.
Dylan then suddenly had a rush of blood to his head. He spun around and took a hold of the gun and Jack and himself struggled.
Sue and Ianto hid behind a table for fear of the gun going off and could see that Jack was losing the fight.
The gun then went off twice, and it was Kyle that was hit.
He was hit in the legs.
Ianto ran over, now knowing that both barrels were empty, and pushed Dylan over with everything he had. Dylan flew backwards and smacked his head at the bottom of the bar.
Kyle writhed on the floor, screaming in pain, and Lloyd picked up the broken bottle that Kyle had dropped after he was shot and walked over to Dylan, who was now sat up and rubbing his head. Lloyd pulled Dylan's head back and began ramming the broken bottle into his face like a maniac.
Dylan screamed as blow after blow hit him, and by the time Lloyd had finished with him he was a bloody mess with many fragments of glass embedded into his skin.
Almost out of breath, Lloyd dropped what was left of the bottle and said, "Don't you ever threaten to harm my son again."
Dylan collapsed to the side and bled out, and then Lloyd strolled over to the screaming Kyle.
"Leave him," Ianto called over. "You've done them enough harm."
Lloyd ignored Ianto, but before he could inflict more harm on the man, a noise stopped him in his tracks.
He looked over to Ianto, then took a gander out of his window.
Even Kyle stopped his screaming.
"What is it?" asked Sue.
At first Lloyd didn't respond, he just glared out, almost as if he was under a spell.
"Lloyd," Ianto tried. "What is it?"
Lloyd sighed and said, "In the attic. All of you."
"Why?"
"Well, thanks to the screamer over there," he pointed at Kyle, "And Mr Shotgun, we've attracted some admirers."
"What are you talking about, Lloyd?" Sue asked with a shiver in her words.
Lloyd turned and glared at the three of them. "They're coming."
As soon as they all reached the bottom of the stairs they could hear the sound of running feet, almost sounding like a stampede. As they reached the first floor to the living quarters, they could still hear the sound of the injured Dylan, pleading for them to save him.
His yelling had predictably enticed the infected into the bar and Lloyd cussed under his breath. "Fuck. I should have killed him."