Joel, Tommy, and Shane arrived at room 306. Shane shoved his way through the brothers to wrap on the door loudly.

"Edwin Jenner, are you okay?!"

He banged on the door in true cop fashion.

"Come quick!" a man's voice cried from the other side of the door.

Shane wasted no time at that request, barging in through the door, Tommy and Joel barrelling in behind him. The door had been unlocked, so Shane's force was less than necessary.

Before them was a man- late thirties, messy blonde hair and beard to match in shade. He was crouched down in front of the bathroom door, but it was still obvious that he was tall and broad.

Edwin was crying, in fact, his eyes were pouring tears like a tsunami. His big body was slouched over, his hand hanging hopelessly on the doorknob.

"What's going on?!" Joel asked.

"Candace, she's locked herself in the bathroom," he whimpered.

"Back up!" Shane commanded.

Edwin did as he was told, falling on his ass and scooting backwards.

The door rattled and banged as if this Candace was trying to get out of the bathroom but didn't know how.

They knew what this meant. At least Joel did.

Shane wasted no time kicking the bathroom door in. It took only one aggressive kick. The door went flying backwards, landing on top of Candace as it did. Where the hinges had been was now only brown splinters.

"Honey?" Edwin called out, hopeful and hopeless.

"Get him out of here, go on!" Shane shouted.

Candace still struggled with the door on top of her, teetering it around like a loose seesaw.

Shane raised his shotgun, waiting for his moment. All it would take was for her head to pop out for one brief moment. Edwin yelled for him to stop, scrambling up onto his feet.

"She's already gone!" Tommy reasoned.

He and Joel rushed forward, grabbing the man by his arms before he could reach Shane and make the situation worse. They pulled him backwards towards the front door that was still hanging open. Though bigger, Dale had mentioned that Edwin was only a professor of biology. Joel and Tommy had grown strong from all the years they'd put into their construction work, not to mention all of Tommy's military training. Though it was no easy task, they dragged the man back towards the hotel room door, thrashing and wailing.

A booming gunshot sounded out from the bathroom as they approached the doorway.

Shane backed out of the bathroom, a look on his face like he couldn't believe what he'd just done. He was far enough away from Candace when he fired the shot, that only a few ropes of blood had flung onto his police uniform.

Edwin stopped fighting, stopped struggling; his body went limp, and he fell to his knees. Joel and Tommy let go of his arms, and they flopped loosely against the floor. Edwin leaned over, his face to the carpet. And the way that man wailed was a sound that would haunt everyone within earshot.

"I'm sorry, Doctor," Shane shook his head, and his eyes said that he was telling the truth.

Edwin just cried and cried like he couldn't hear Shane over the noise of his own grief. Tommy was always the softer of the brothers. He brought himself down to Edwin's level, and put a comforting hand upon the endlessly sobbing man's shoulder. He didn't say a word. There was nothing to say. This man had just lost the love of his life- over some spaghetti nonetheless- and nothing was going to change that.

Footsteps rapidly pounded down the hallway; Joel turned on his heels on instinct.

It was only Rick, Leon and some of the others, the former two having their guns drawn. Rick wore only a white-t shirt and baby blue boxers. They had definitely woken up everyone in the hotel. If the sound of the door kicking in didn't do it, the gunshot certainly had.

"It's taken care of," Joel said. "You can put the guns away."

Leon did as suggested, but Rick didn't look convinced, his eyebrows still furrowed. He tried looking past Joel's shoulder, spotting Edwin crying on the floor and Shane leaning over the kitchenette sink, ripe with blood.

"What happened?" Rick asked.

"She turned," Joel explained.

"Man, it's in the bread," Shane walked towards the doorway. "The flour, the wheat."

"What are you talking about?" Rick shook his head in confusion.

"I didn't want to believe Dale when he said it," Shane continued. "But this disease, this fungus. It spread through the flour. Most of the the hotel's bread was thrown out 'cause of roaches, but the lady ordered pasta. It got her."

Rick gazed down upon weeping Edwin, sympathy in his blue eyes. "I'm sorry for what you're going through, sir. We need to know one thing. Did you order any flour products either?"

Edwin shook his head.

"Get him out of here," Rick spoke these words gently.

Tommy didn't need Rick to say anymore. He gently pulled on Edwin's arm, helping him out of the room and down past the wide-eyed onlookers. Edwin didn't resist, crying weakly now.

The poor bastard.

"Why don't everyone get on back to their rooms. It's safer there right now," Shane suggested. "Rick, you get cleaned up and we'll figure out what to do."

"The man Andrea had to shoot, James Baker. He's still down in that room. I say we rest her up in there for now," Rick said. "We can't go outside."

Joel would leave this to the cops. Right now, he only had Sarah on his mind. He had to know that she was okay.