<br/><div align="center">(http://s2.postimg.org/f01ig137t/cropped_female_zombie1.jpg)</div><br/>(Megan)<br/><br/><br/><em>Whack!</em>Megan's baseball bat made contact with the woman's skull. It made a crackling, meaty sound as she made forceful contact with the woman who had taken a good chunk out of poor Dave's throat. Megan could see bits of bone and blood where the bat had actually cracked her skull. Dave's eyes glazed over and he expelled his final breath in a spray of blood. The woman was chewing what she had bitten off, but now she fell forward on Dave and was still for the moment. Megan had successfully killed the woman.<br/><br/>Behind Megan though, came a guttural snarl, and suddenly she could feel someone's fingers snatch at her hair. They didn't catch enough of it to get a solid hold, but some of it got ripped out and now she was face to face with what was left of her boss, Johnny. He had that cloudy pink mucous oozing from his nose, dripping from his chin in long, never-ending strings of the stuff. He yowled at her like a beast, a noise no human in their right mind ever made. Then, he lunged for her.<br/><br/>Behind them, after just a couple of minutes, the woman that Megan had killed stirred. That blow had certainly killed her, and her hair was a matted, bloody mess from the grievous wound Megan had dealt her. However, something was different with her. The sheen in her eyes was gone and now they held that same, cold lifeless look that Dave's now had as they stared unseeingly at the ceiling. At first, Megan was lucky because the lady, who was definitely now a zombie, leaned down and proceeded to snack on Dave some more.<br/><br/>That only lasted so long though before the ruckus caused by Johnny attacking Megan soon drew her attention away from her partially devoured Dave-snack. She stood slowly in a drunken, unsteady way and stepped over Dave's body. She stared hungrily at the lovely, olive skinned woman and began to reach for her even as Johnny sought to have her for himself.<br/><br/><br/>(Ayano)<br/><br/><br/>Although Ayano had successfully cut the old man's fingers off and he was bleeding an awful lot from it, as well as the deep injury that had gone all the way to his spine, it didn't seem to anger him or cause him distress. Ayano was pursued all of the way to the door by both him and the woman who had joined him. They were very angry when she managed to escape and shut the door on them. The pair of them bellowed in their all consuming rage in unison and reached the door.<br/><br/>Hopefully, Ayano's door was strong, because the two people didn't give up when she locked herself in. Instead they began to throw their bodies against it, over and over. This lasted for a couple of minutes before the old man bled out and suddenly collapsed on the floor and died. The woman didn't seem to notice or care, instead she roared and hurled her body against Ayano's door alone.<br/><br/>A few minutes after he had died, the old man began to stand again. His eyes held no life's spark in them and the blood had stopped flowing from his finger tips and the mortal wound she had dealt to his spine. He approached the door again without the urgency he had before and balled his fists up so he could bang on it. There was some typed of cohesion going on between himself and the woman though, she would throw herself into the door, recover, back up, and while she was doing that, he would move to the door and bang on it.<br/><br/>If Ayano's door was just an ordinary wooden door, it wouldn't last long.