"I remember you," Alex said through gritted teeth. "We got briefings every time someone suspected you were near Maine. So many of us wanted to get our hands on you …."<br/><br/>Mike also nodded in recognition, the bat still in hand. "Yeah. The name rings a bell now. A low-level punk I knew wanted to hire you for a job, but I told them no fucking way. I didn't work with psychos."<br/><br/>"I have no idea who you are," said Charlotte; she backed toward the windows, grabbing Monroe as she did. "We should run, as he has advised," the blonde whispered to the frightened woman.<br/><br/>"Don't believe this psycho piece of shit," raged Mike as he ran toward the noxious, his bat swinging at Ryan.<br/><br/>"Get out of here!" yelled Alex to the other two women. "We'll deal with this motherfucker." Alex grabbed a board with a bent nail at the end. The 2 x 4 was part of a ruined desk or chest of drawers. She, too, ran at Ryan, swinging her makeshift weapon.<br/><br/>Nearing one of the windows, Charlotte saw a motion. Thinking it was another creature, she flinched and began to run. "Wait!" yelled the voice of a young man. "This way!" A tall, thin, young black man extended his hand, helping Charlotte and Monroe out of the church. "We know a place to hide out from this psycho. Follow her." The young man pointed to a young blonde dressed as a punk, piercings in her nose and eyebrow.<br/><br/>"Come on! Hurry!" yelled the blonde.<br/><br/>Charlotte nodded and hopped down to the ground. Their earlier screams had lured other creatures to their location, such as the one in the church. The blonde grabbed her hand, and suddenly, Charlotte felt recognition. Fawkes couldn't say who this woman was, but she knew her from somewhere.<br/><br/>"The name's Vic. Follow me!" Victoria guided Fawks and Monroe through the bushes and past the Noxious, bound for the Bluebird Inn. "We know a lady that might help."<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/>Back inside the church, Alex and Micheal tussled with the psychopath. Alex took a cut to the arm, while Michael earned a new scar across his face. Their problem was that neither would work with the others, giving Ryan too many opportunities.<br/><br/>"Hey, mafioso! Truce! We work together," said Alex, dodging the psychopath once again.<br/><br/>"For now!" he agreed, and both started taking turns whacking at the creature.<br/><br/>"Yo! Dumbass motherfucker psychopathic piece of shit!" As soon as the boy garnered Ryan's attention, she held up a lighter and a can of spray paint, shooting out a five-foot stream of fire at the creature. "Yo! Cops and robbers! Get the fuck out of here and follow the ladies!" With Ryan distracted, they all bolted for the window, following the others to the Bluebird Inn.