The cop nods and ambles off, still shouting his commands.  Many of the students do heed the orders and scatter, obedience of the law has been ingrained in society. One can't help but suppose that's a good thing. It will keep the looting down until things go back to normal.  The gun must have gotten wet and black outs happen. Strange set of coincidences, that's all.<br/><br/>Jonathons walk back to campus is mostly uneventful. Most of the survivors are focused on getting home or helping the wounded. Many people will die tonight. Many of the wounded will not survive long enough to make it to the hospital and the hospital has no power, no operating room.<br/><br/>Still, it should fix itself soon, so whoever survives the night should be saved.<br/><br/>A few tough guys posture at Jonathons orders but quickly disperse inside at the sight of the gun. They spit insults at the man but lock the door behind them, preventing him from getting inside. Yea, real tough guys.<br/>They peek out behind the curtians, waiting until Jonathon leaves....<br/><br/>Nassii and Kasumi see the leather duster, they can easily hear his shouts to "get the fuck inside!". He hasn't noticed them, for the moment no one has. The park is mostly deserted at this point, most of the students had left before the event. Their alone and confused as the sounds of the change wash over them. Metal shrieks and rends as cars hurtle into buildings, wounded howl their pain to the heavens and feet pound the pavement as others rush to help.<br/><br/>In the distance Kasumi can see a lumbering figure. It's male and rocking with each slow step, his soft moans fill the air as he approaches the twins.<br/><br/>Chaos greets Hester and her group. Mangled cars line the road, crashed and wrecked beyond repair. A few burn, popping and hissing in the dark night. In the distance, there's a sudden flare of brightness as one explodes. In the flickering light, the group can see blood stains on the pavement, deep splashes of red. A woman lies half out a car windshield, her body too broken for her to live.<br/><br/>"oh god!" A man wails, clutching a child in his arms. Blood is splattered over his clothes but he doesn't seem to be wounded "oh god!!!"<br/>He rocks, wailing as he clutches the wounded child.<br/>Hester can see lines of wounded the grass, citizens trying to stabilize them as others desperately fiddle with their phones.<br/>A panting teen rushes towards the group "t...they...c...can't help...! Too....full....it's....everywhere. No...power!" The boy pants, doubling over "I am so sorry....the hospital won't send help"