text: You open the door and step through.
  
  Multiple people follow through behind you but so far none are the rabid monsters you've been seeing.
  
  You realize you've actually never been on the second floor, and come to see that it's just an open, expansive warehouse filled with boxes. The floor is unfinished, the walls are bare and there is still little light due to the electricity going out.
  
  You also see there are some tools lying around, which could be useful. You pick up a hammer.
  
  Now you're faced with a dilemma:
  
  You're on floor 2...great, now what? You can't go downstairs because you know there are creatures fucking EATING PEOPLE and there's a fucking FIRE. You could go back upstairs and try to find something of use. Or, you can look around this floor some more.
  
  > look Around
  You decide looking around this floor would be best.
  
  You sift through the boxes and filing cabinets and don't seem to find anything else of use.
  
  After walking around for about 2 minutes, you think about what the hell is going on. Utter mayhem has struck your building and God knows where else. Everyone on this floor with you is either sitting on the floor sobbing, yelling at one another trying to decide what to do, or trying to find a place to hide.
  
  And here you are, being Mr. Lone Wolf William. You want to help everyone else, but right now all you're worried about is finding Stephanie and getting her...oh my God. STEPHANIE! All this time you've been in survival mode and hadn't even thought of your wife. What if she's...no, she's smart and tough, she's still alive, you know it! You've got to get to her...but reality sets in and you realize that most likely, she's dead. She's one of the those things...those...those fucking DISGUSTING creatures.
  
  You begin to break down. All the memories of you and Stephanie running through your mind. The day you met her at Sweet Cece's Frozen Yogurt shop. Your first date walking downtown. The night you proposed. The day you were married. Being 21, everybody said you were too young. You had your doubters. It seemed the only ones who supported you were your parents, sisters, and her parents. But now, 3 years later, it seems everyone understands that connection you 2 have and that at the end of the day, age is just a number if everything else is compatible. You know God meant for you to be together, otherwise there's no shot in hell you would ever get a chance with a woman like her. You scored big with her. You know you don't deserve her, but you know that she loves you as much as you love her. And that's why you need to believe she's alive. She has to be alive.
  
  You pray:
  
  "God, I had a feeling you were trying to guide me this morning on the way to work. This...Ebola outbreak. You gave me a warning. But, I'm begging you to help me again. You've got me this far, please, at the very least, give me the chance to just see my wife one last time. I beg of you, my God. In the name of Jesus Christ, I pray, Amen."
  
  Just like that, an overwhelming feeling courses through your body urging you to look out the window...
  
  > What Could it Be?
  You walk over to the window.
  
  What you see is horrifying, you see cars lining the streets of downtown, most of which are empty, however there are many that have become a steel casket for the deceased. In the driver's seat of a Toyota Camry lays a bloody old man, probably in his 60's, missing an arm. He is clearly dead.
  
  You look to a Volkswagen Beetle, at the remains of a young girl, most likely 16 and a new driver, has her stomach ripped open. She is bent over the steering wheel, probably blaring the horn.
  
  You look to a Ford F-150, a blood trail is leading from the driver's seat to about 20 feet away on the sidewalk. There's a group of maybe 4 or 5 of these creatures feasting on...well, you can't make out what it is, most likely a person. You look back to the truck and in the backseat is a car seat...it's empty. There seems to be some bloody remains on the seat. You feel sick and vomit down your pants and shoes. Emotion overwhelms you and again, you are forced to tears.
  
  You try to pull yourself together. You are a strong man with a big heart, which unfortunately makes you prone to emotion, but also makes you passionate in your beliefs. You gather yourself and try to make a decision of what to do.
  
  You hear a door nearby swing open and you look to see a man rush in into the 2nd floor and immediately slam the door behind him. He's leaning up against it trying to barricade it.
  
  You:
  
  > try to help him barricade the door with your body
  You sprint to his aid and push your body against the door.
  
  You are 6'0 and 215 pounds so you're a big guy. You're also fairly muscular and in decent shape due to your wrestling training.
  
  Unfortunately, the man you are helping decides to bail on you and leaves you stranded blocking the door from these creatures on the other side. You're strong but before long, the door is broken off its hinges and you are knocked off balance. As you stumble to your feet, something catches your ankle. You look to see one of those creatures has grabbed you. As you struggle to kick him off of you, his buddies join in and you are overcome.