The Filions found themselves in the Fort Tryon Rehabilitation Center located at 801 West 90th St. The family members made their way to the top of the building to remove their masks. After opening  the roof top door, Big Joe found a crawler laying on his side near the edge of the roof. The dead man was grasping up into the air for something, but there was nothing there. The crawler tried to move towards him, but was caught on some wires and was more a DIP than a Crawler. A DIP is a ToGo Zombie who Died In Place and is going nowhere fast.<br/><br/>Big Joe removed his Gerber Mark II survival knife from its sheath, walked over to the DIP and firmly planted into the former human's skull. It penetrated the skull with some difficulty, but Big Joe knew to add some force to it. Once the tip of the blade passed the bone of the skull, the rest was easy. The Dip dropped face first into the roof top.<br/><br/>The three Filions removed their masks and breathed the warm air into their lungs. Theresa relished the feeling. A cool breeze swept across her face making her smile. She wished she could lose the Light Machine Gun. The thing weighed 22 pounds with the bullets, carrying that along with the shotgun was becoming too much for her.<br/><br/>As if out of nowhere, the sound of radio blaring came on. It was muffled and distant, but obviously playing somewhere in the building. "Put your masks back on," Joe told his children. "Let's go check it out. Terry, use the shotgun." She nodded and they made their way back down the stairs after leaving the rooftop.<br/><br/>The first apartment they came too, the door was open. A corpse lay on the floor inside the living room, but it wasn't moving. The sound of the radio was getting louder, but it was at least another floor down. They continued down to the sixth floor and heard the radio coming from an apartment down the hall. The three lined up next to the wall at apartment 609. Big Joe tried the doorknob. It did not open. He then turned his body square to the door, put his right foot back as if he were in a<span style="font-style: italic">guard stance</span>and then executed a<span style="font-style: italic">front kick</span>with his boot up near the doorknob. The door flew open smacking an interior wall and splitting a seven inch sliver of wood away from the molding as the bolt ripped it out of place.<br/><br/>Little Joe and Theresa were first in the room with weapons held up at shoulder level. The radio was blasting static, set to some unknown channel. The water faucet was running, a pot in the sink overflowing. Big Joe could tell someone was there. He put his finger to his lips signaling to be quiet. Little Joe thought to himself, 'what the fuck, dad. You think they didn't hear your big ass boot kicking in their door. I think the jig's up, pops.' He didn't say that one aloud, only thought it.<br/><br/>Big Joe pointed to the rooms at the end of the hall. They would need to clear the apartment to insure no one was there. The first room they came to was the bathroom. It was empty. Then they checked a bedroom which turned out to be just as empty. Finally, in what should have been the master bedroom, they found a young African woman hiding in a closet with her six year old son. As soon as she saw the Filions standing in her bed room with chemical protective masks on, she burst out screaming. Since she was fine and not turning into a zombie, the three knew it was clear and removed their masks.<br/><br/>"Please quiet down," Big Joe asked the woman. Theresa echoed his request.<br/><br/>When the Filions didn't try to kill her, she stopped crying and held her son close. "Who are you!? What do you want?" The woman was obvious frightened.<br/><br/>"My name is Joe and these are my children, Theresa and Joe. We call him Little Joe so you don't get us confused. How long have been living here?"<br/><br/>"Five years. I moved in here after my no good cheatin' bastard of a husband split," the woman slowly started to calm herself down. She stood up and slowly made her way out of the closet. "What you want here?"<br/><br/>"We heard the radio blaring static and came to check it out."<br/><br/>"Oh that, there's some guy who talks on their once in awhile. Something about a safe haven?"<br/><br/>Big Joe and the other two looked at each other. "You mind if we stick around for the next transmission?"<br/><br/>"Sure, my name is Cassandra and this here's mah son Martin," Cassandra allowed a smile when she finally introduced herself to the Filions.