A nearby student produces a key to the dorm, handing it to John with trembling hands<strong>"I..."</strong>He stammers<strong>"whats going on? Are we under attack?"</strong><br/><br/>The group crowds around John, seeing him as a source of information and safety. Their questions clammer around him, is it safe? Who's attacking us? Why? What do we do?<br/>They've seen his gun and try to pull him into the building, thinking he'll be able to protect them. They can hear looters in the distance but it's unlikely any will come to this part of town.<br/><br/>The diamond stores are a more attractive target. Things have to resolve themselves soon. There's no way this could be permanent!<br/><br/>When Randy wakes the flickering fires have died. There are a few faint glows in the distance but the fire in this section of city has been put out. He can hear people talking, just out of sight behind a car.<br/><strong>"what the fuck man? What the fuck?? This shit don't just happen! Cars, TVs, power...It don't just turn off! Flashlights don't even work! Emp wouldn't do all this. </strong><br/><br/><strong>"It's freaky shit I know! But at least the fires out!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"yea, and we go away from that fucking gang! Damned looters. Can't believe they got my laptop!"</strong><br/><br/><strong>"does that matter...? It's not working anymore"</strong><br/><br/>The voices fade as the two men walk away, still bitching about the looters and the gangs. Perhaps it'd be best to get inside where it's safer.<br/>Across the street, next to the campus park, there's a dorm. Randy can hear voices, he can hear them in the front lobby. The students are hungry. Without working stoves or microwaves, their not sure how to fix food or even how to keep their frozen pizzas from spoiling.<br/><br/>They seem inept but safe.<br/><br/>Hester and her group arrive at Martys house without incident. They saw plenty of carnage but, aside from questions and requests for aid, where allowed to travel unmolested. The city is in ruins and groups are frantically trying to get the fires under control. A plane, a fucking plane!, fell from the sky. That burned itself out quickly at least, though it did fall on an apartment complex.<br/>Hopefully, most of the tenants were out.<br/><br/>After a few knocks from Hester, she hears a shout of pain.<strong>"motherfuckin'!!</strong>Marty yelps<strong>"who the fuck moved my chair?! where's the power?"</strong><br/>The door is wrenched open and the man glares at Hester. He doesn't look good. He's pale and sweating, likely he has the bad case of the flu.<strong>"I called in..."</strong>He snaps, then trails off as he catches sight of the city on fire<strong>"what the fucking hell.....?"</strong><br/><br/>Marty steps back and motions for the group to come in<strong>"what happened?"</strong>