text: You grab the closest filing cabinet to the door and push it up against the door. The man barricading the door makes a break for it and leaves you alone to stop these creatures from getting in. You run back to grab a box and notice that another guy has grabbed a filing cabinet and pushed it against the door. You both start piling whatever heavy objects you can until finally you think it's enough. Nothing is getting in here...or out for that matter. You hear pounding on the door, but it doesn't even budge.
  
  "Thank you so much for your help, stranger." You say. You look at him and notice he is very muscular, not steroid ridden, but very cut. He has old, fading scars on his face and hands. He is very tough looking.
  
  With a deep, manly voice, he says, "Yeah, don't mention it. It seems when things go downhill, it's a free for all. Nobody wants to help anybody, everybody just tries to save their own neck. My name's Michael, by the way."
  
  "Yeah, well thank you, Michael. I'm William, I will have to return the favor at my next opportunity...assuming you're coming with me?"
  
  You close your eyes a moment and catch your breath.
  
  " I know you, William. And I will be with you every step of the way."
  
  You feel a wave of comfort over you. You grin and as your lips begin to say "Thank you," you open your eyes to see Michael has vanished.
  
  You are puzzled and begin turning around and around. He is nowhere to be found. You wonder if...
  
  *Pound* *Pound* *Pound*
  
  "Ok," you say to yourself, "I gotta get the hell outta here."
  
  You go back to the window where you saw all the destruction and see things have actually chilled out a little bit. There are less creatures in the street, the gore is still there, but it looks less hostile.
  
  Directly below you outside the window, you see a dump truck filled with some sort of dirt.
  
  If only you could break the window...
  
  You analyze it and come to the conclusion that they're all big, about 10 feet tall and 6 feet wide.
  
  > Broke the Window
  You use the hammer to smash through the window.
  
  You use it to clear away any glass that may get in your way for the jump.
  
  Your heart is racing, but you feel that odd wave that came over you when Michael vanished, and suddenly your heart beat slowly returns to normal and you feel focused.
  
  You ready yourself.
  
  You take off.
  
  You leap.
  
  You're falling and you're right on target to land in the truck.
  
  Bullseye.
  
  You land right into the truck bed into a pile of...
  
  "Ahhhhhhhhh, SHIT...manure." You say to yourself.
  
  > Well, climb out of the truck, you stinky bastard.
  You climb your way out of the manure and use the ladder to climb down the side of the truck.
  
  Now, you smell like shit, but you're outside. Finally.
  
  You look to the AT&T building and see that there is, in fact, a fire on the first floor. It looks like the entire floor is engulfed in flames and there's no way anything still in there is living.
  
  Ok, you need to go over your options here. You need to find your wife, so do you:
  
  Immediately start walking to her job, about 8 blocks (a mile and a half) down the road.
  
  Search some of the vehicles and look for supplies.
  
  Go back to your truck and see if there's anything of use.
  
  > Search vehicles...
  You begin going vehicle to vehicle, looking in everyone's things. You feel bad doing so, as these were peoples' belongings just a few short moments ago.
  
  You get to a Dodge truck and begin digging through the center console. Suddenly, you feel your hammer get yanked out of your pocket. When you turn around, a man has wound up and is about to strike you.
  
  In that split second, you notice two things:
  
  1. The man is wearing an AT&T executive shirt.
  
  2. You see people jumping out of the window you broke, some not by their own choice. You see that some people are being forced out...and the people pushing them are wearing the same shirt as the man mugging you.
  
  It seems these executives are out for themselves and have created some sort of AT&T gang.
  
  The next thing you know, you're hit in the head by some AT&T asshole making 6 figures a year.
  
  You black out.
  
  > .....................................
  You wake up.
  
  It's very dark outside; it's definitely night time.
  
  Your head is pounding. You vaguely remember being attacked by...that fuckin' AT&T bastard.
  
  You try to sit up and see that it just makes things worse. You feel very dizzy and turn to vomit. You then lay back down and close your eyes.
  
  This is the end for you; you're going to lay down and die. You're going to give up and get eaten by these vicious animal-people and leave your wife to the same fate. You were right. You don't deserve her. You're a failure. A fraud. You're no man, you're a coward. And in that moment, you hear a voice.
  
  It's a man's voice...it's beautiful. It's soothing and gentle, but powerful. You can't make out what the man is saying, but you listen any ways. You think the voice is saying "Gabriel.....Gabriel." You try to open your eyes, but you feel so nauseated that you can't bear to open them. But then, the voice gets louder.
  
  You still can't understand it, but it's growing louder. "Hello?" You whisper. "Please, be quiet, I don't want those damn creatures to find me. And I don't want those muggers to come back either."
  
  Finally, the voice sounds like it's right in your ear. "Gabriel...I'm here...it's Gabriel." It still sounds muffled, so you can't quite hear if the voice did say Gabriel, but you respond any ways, "Gabriel? I don't know a Gabriel. Hello?"
  
  But then, in the most crystal clear, pure, perfect pitched voice you hear the words:
  
  "William, she's alive."
  
  You force your eyes open to see the most handsome man you've ever seen in your life. His skin without blemish, his hair falls perfectly into place, his eyes deep and inviting, and his smile so gentle. In the blink of an eye, he's gone.
  
  > sit up, you fool...
  You force yourself to sit up. You look around for Gabriel, but he's nowhere to be found. You can hear screeches in the distance, most likely from those Ebola creatures turning someone new into their prey.
  
  You look around to make sure the coast is clear...you don't see any creatures or muggers...only dead bodies.
  
  You decide it's best to stand up.
  
  Grabbing onto the handle of a nearby car, you pull yourself to your feet. Your body feels relatively ok. You're sore from all the physical exercise earlier and you're exhausted. The only thing standing out in terms of pain is your splitting headache.
  
  You feel around your pockets to see what you have left.
  
  Your hammer is gone, you remember that guy took it and bashed your head.
  
  You feel for your wallet, again, it's missing.
  
  You check your front pocket, and your phone is gone.
  
  And you check your other front pocket and are surprised to find your truck keys. They most likely weren't taken because it'd be impossible to figure out which vehicle they belonged to.
  
  You aren't too worried about the wallet and phone. After all, the phones won't work as far as you know, and your wallet is no use to you at a time like this. But man, that hammer could've been useful.
  
  You need to go find Stephanie, hopefully she has stayed put at her work throughout this whole thing, but you also need to find a way to bandage the bleeding in your head. You remember that you have a first aid kit in your truck. It's small, but it may have something useful.
  
  > Off to save your wife...
  You're going to save Stephanie through whatever pain you have. No matter what, you're gonna make it there.
  
  So, you set off on foot with your bare knuckles as your weapons. You make it down about 2 blocks when you see a small fire down one of the alleys. In the glow, you can make out what looks like....shit...AT&T uniforms. Before you can make a move, they spot you and start chasing you down.
  
  "Stop, please, I don't have anything for you to take!!" You plead.
  
  "Please, stop!" You beg again.
  
  You try to outrun them, but it's futile. Your body begins giving in to your wounds. Your body can't keep up with your heart. They're on your tail.
  
  You turn around to meet your foe for a second time, only to find that in the darkness of night, you see blood smeared on the faces of the AT&T workers.
  
  They pounce on you and begin to tear the flesh off of you with their teeth.