<div align="center">(http://s18.postimg.org/gfb9iibs9/zombierun.jpg)</div><br/>(Everyone)<br/><br/><br/>By late morning, nearing lunch time, the streets had become increasingly congested. Somehow, although the news had not officially been released, there was some people speculating that the government had a vaccine. This was what the governor had wanted of course. They suspected, these people, that the vaccine was going to be released at either pop-up stations around the city, or perhaps at familiar locations like your corner Walgreens, CVS Pharmacy, or RiteAid. This gave some people pause. But others didn't care, and as time marched effortlessly on, immune to the cataclysm that was occurring right now, more and more vehicles could be seen weaving through the streets, their roofs strapped with trunks, luggage,  boxes.<br/><br/>People were scared. Now, there were two kinds of people when it came to fear. The kind who tucked tail and fled, like these people in their cars and the types like Dean and Vincent who figured their best chance of survival was to duck and cover. For now, it was impossible to determine who was wrong or right. For DJ, Cam, the good professor, and lovely Melody, these fleeing citizens were going to make their trip to save poor Megan a tad bit sketchy. People were terrified and some were sick, as not everyone had gotten sick at the same time. They drove erratically, too fast, making poor decisions. Oh, the roads were drivable, for now, so DJ and his crew would certainly make it if they were careful.<br/><br/>Someone jerked too hard on their steering wheel to get around DJ's van. They beeped their horn and yelled obscenities at him even though they were driving on the wrong side of the road.  Some distance ahead, a loud screech of tires followed by a jarring crunch indicated that some other pair of fools operating two ton projectiles had crashed into one another.<br/><br/>Indeed, it was actually five cars and Ayano, who was having an amazing day already after being nearly eaten by a strange woman and man, then watching Mr. Ho burn his own house down, and finally witnessing the same man get annihilated by a car when he ran away from her, got to watch this amazing madness unfold before her very eyes. A man stumbled out of one of the cars, his forehead bleeding and eyes so wide you could see the white parts. He took a few fumbling steps towards Ayano because maybe he thought she could help. A moment later, another man climbed out of his pick up truck, saw the guy who he had decided started the accident, grabbed his shoulder, spun him around and punched him in the face.<br/><br/>Other people started climbing out of their cars too, unsure about the fight and a little hurt themselves. They watched for a moment, but an enraged scream from the other side of the cars made them all turn at once. It was a screamer, their face dripping with someone else's blood and now they had seen this group of fresh meat. The screamer began climbing swiftly over the cars, and the people broke and ran all around Ayano.<br/><br/>For Vincent, his view was not much better than anyone else's. While Megan found herself dodging panicking people and screamers alike as she perilously tread the streets of L.A., Vincent could see someone driving a car, way too fast, right across the court yard outside of the work shops. The driver beeped the horn at some students or faculty that were running across the grounds but didn't stop. Some unfortunate soul got ran over, the car thumping and bumping over their body. They lay there screaming in pain and began to try and crawl away.<br/><br/>A screamer ran right by Vincent, towards the flailing injured person who didn't even notice them until they roared that bone chilling noise of hate at them. A moment later the person was screaming anew as the screamer leapt onto their broken body and ripped a chunk of face off with their teeth. The sound of agony in a person's voice is a sound no one forgets.<br/><br/>Now, two untended fires grew in the city, one in the quiet neighborhood of Little Japan and the other in some shops not far from Dean's own. Things were just getting interesting.<br/><br/>For Kyler and Leslie, their shop wide open, they could hear some of the madness occurring outside. They were even not so far away from some of the others that they couldn't hear the sound of a major wreck occurring at some intersection blocks over from Kyler's own. Luckily he had a mere book shop, so would-be looters just ran by, glanced in, saw nothing but books and continued on their way. There was also the ever-present sound of Kevin's car pinging endlessly to alert them all that the door was still ajar.<br/><br/>There was also Kevin's breathing. He had been subdued for a moment when a bright whiteness of shock temporarily blinded him when Kyler had kicked his chin. But he was still there and not out of commission.<br/><br/>Leslie and Kyler had perhaps two minutes before the monster that was Kevin rose to stand behind them. Some of his teeth had been broken when Kyler had kicked his chin, but he didn't seem to mind or even feel any pain that would be causing.  Kyler would have been able to hear him get up because Kevin wasn't trying to be stealthy. They had perhaps five seconds before he screamed in rage at them, spitting some of his broken, bloody teeth onto the floor. Then, he climbed over the fallen book case and rapidly approached them like an angry baboon, on his hands and feet, his jagged teeth and bloody mouth open in a cruel, gaping maw.