Brian had felt the intense pain in his hand when the girl had caught it and squeezed it. In fact, it hurt a lot more than it should have. When she let go, he pulled his hand away quickly, looking to see the blood coming from his hand.<span style="font-style: italic">How the hell did she do that?</span>he thought, clutching his hand as he moved away from her. Though when he walked down a aisle, he heard her tell him it was best to not go down there. However, it was already too late, he had seen the dead bodies, staring at them wide-eyed. He backed up a bit, almost slipping on the blood puddles but regained balance. The question in his mind changed quickly,<span style="font-style: italic">Who the hell is she?</span>He backed out of the aisle and stared at her.<br/><br/>He didn't even want to take the chance with asking the questions to her, so he backed out of the store and bolted over to his motorcycle. He glanced at his hand again, staring at the blood. His hand trembled a little, but it was treatable, so he wouldn't worry about it. He put the helmet on and stuck the key into the ignition, trying to start the bike. But the thing was, since he drove it all day, the bike alone was flat out tired. It wasn't going to work today. He kept trying, trying to make it work. But it wouldn't work. "What the hell.." he shouted, trying again. Eventually, the blood from his hand had bled a lot, and he soon felt lightheaded, collapsing with his motorcycle, due to blood loss.