Mikayla and Devon arrived to see the cleaners at work. Mikayla was starting to get used to the mess killing zombies made and not want to get sick at the sight of it. They both put their guns in the waistbands of their jeans.<br/><br/>"We'll help him."<br/><br/>Mikayla told the girl. She almost said that Kevin would be okay but stopped herself. She had no idea how injured he was. If he had been bit, there would be no hope for him. Mikayla was learning fast to not give people false hope. Either they would be able to treat his wounds or...Either way he'd be helped. Devon followed Mikayla inside the bus.<br/><br/>"Hi, Kevin. I'm Mikayla and this is Devon. We're here to help you."<br/><br/>Mikayla told him, approaching him slowly.