The request she made was something he'd not expected. Perhaps he still hadn't fully absorbed what was going on. Or maybe the idea of them turning into one of those things escaped him. Frankly, Eric thought that this nightmare was temporary. He thought it'll soon come to an end. That they'll wake up some time later and look back to this day as a bad memory. He didn't know how exactly he should reply to Evangeline. So he remained quiet with an unintended frown. His expression was a mingle of both confusion and focus as he approached the door to his office. And his emotions was a mixture of sadness and anger. Why he felt that way though, he wasn't quite sure himself.<br/><br/>What was it that made them turned? Surely, panic alone couldn't have caused this. The crash must have brought it here. A virus perhaps. Or someone very ill. If so, how was it spread? Was it airborne? Were they already infected then? Will they too be eating each other soon, like a cannibal?<br/><br/>There were just too many questions where Eric couldn't even speculate an answer to any one of them.<br/><br/>Soon, he was standing by the door with a hand hovering over its knob. He paused and looked back at the nurse. Slowly, he nodded, telling her to be ready. It could have looked like he'd assured her that he would do as she'd requested though. But that wasn't his intention. At least not yet. They'll have to find the time to have another talk for him to bring it up again. Right now, it's somewhat inconvenient.<br/><br/>Reluctantly, Eric turned the door knob. Then he waited. His grip on the weapon tightened, slightly raising it up above his head. His ears perked for any signs of movements inside. But there was no sound made. So he resumed. Carefully, he opened the door towards him. His heart was racing then. The atmosphere was somewhat similar to that of a horror movie. And although Eric wasn't the jumpy type, he still felt somewhat thrilled. The thought of something grotesque suddenly jumping out from behind the door was definitely nerve wrecking. But he wouldn't admit it. Especially not in front of the nurse. Or in front of any other woman even.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">CCCRREEEEEAAAACCCKK!</span>"<br/><br/>The door suddenly gave out a squeak. Eric gritted and froze. It was somewhat loud. Too loud. And just as he'd feared, something from behind the door moved. A groan followed by the dragging of feet was heard before the mechanic was challenged with an overwhelming force on the door. Quickly, he leaned against it, forcing it close. But the force behind it was too strong, even for his size. When he saw two pair of arms reaching out from the gap, Eric realized that there was more than just one of those things in there.<br/><br/>He was overpowered. The mechanic wasn't quite prepared to handle two. Eric tripped on his own footing and fell backwards. The door swung opened and out came his employer and a stranger. They were just like those staggers he'd seen on the road. They were no longer themselves. The distinct glare in their eyes told him so. That they're no longer alive. One of them immediately pounced on top of him. Hungrily and somewhat desperate for a bite at his throat. Eric struggled and pushed its jaw up with one hand so the bite would miss. His other hand, where the weapon was held, was trapped between his body and his ...former boss.<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the other "stagger" had its eyes on Evangeline. It moaned and groaned almost triumphantly at the sight of another meal as it limped its way towards her. Its arm reaching and swatting as if to catch her.