<div align="center">(http://s18.postimg.org/gfb9iibs9/zombierun.jpg)</div><br/><br/>(Megan)<br/><br/>Johnny's skull was split from the good, solid bashing Megan gave him with that baseball bat. Looking closely, the split was deep and a person could see red and white. It was bleeding a lot too and some of it ran into his eye, but he didn't seem to mind. He was going to have himself a Megan lunch and that was all he cared about. Anything would work to stave off that mind consuming hunger that was now constantly gnawing at his guts.<br/><br/>But, his prey was also very willful. She didn't want to be lunch, which was such a shame. She was able to wriggle her wiry frame out from beneath Johnny's bulk, much to his pure rage.<strong><em>"ROOOOOAAARRRG!"</em></strong>He screamed in that unintelligent way that others like him adopted. They no longer had the mental capacity for chaining words together, you see. But, they could still make horrendously loud noises.<br/><br/>On the opposite side of the spectrum was the woman who had killed Dave. She had no capacity for speech and no will to make it. She might be slow, but her true treachery was her silence. There were no low moans or grunts coming from her slack mouth because she didn't breath. Speaking of Dave, he was stirring now and just pushing himself to his feet when Megan made her escape.<br/><br/>Angel screamed after her and ran past the two true zombies. Megan could hear the door shatter somewhere behind her as Angel wrenched it open.<br/><br/>Out on the street now was a disconcerting spectacle. There were people out, but none of them were behaving in a normal way. It seemed that Megan was not indeed the only one afflicted with this nasty bit of madness. Someone fired three shots in succession of the street and it turned out to be a police officer. She was fending two screamers off of her own self and had climbed onto the roof of her patrol car whose front window was smashed in and bloody. Down the side walk, still ahead of Megan ran two people. At first they looked like they were going to stop to try and solicit help from the female cop, but right now the cop was focused on keeping herself alive.<br/><br/>She only looked long enough at the others to make sure they didn't need a bullet too. See, a cop's job wasn't to serve and protect, it was to maintain order and stay alive. Everything was a threat right now. The case in point was glad to present itself when a person ran behind the car and started pounding on the trunk, shouting for the cop's attention. He was panicked and thought he had found his savior when in fact he startled the cop and invoked death. She turned and put a bullet ride in the middle of his throat, her eyes wide and bright with alertness. She turned back as a screamer tried to climb onto the hood of the car and shot them in the dome. Then, she jumped down and took off running in the direction of the precinct while calling on her radio.<br/><br/><br/>(Ayano)<br/><br/>Ayano got splattered with blood from the old lady when she decapitated her. It was quite a bit of blood too because she had exposed the carotid artery. It spurted dark gouts of blood at her and the walls until the body dropped to the floor. Lucky for her, the other guy had died and so when she cut his head off, it didn't really make a mess.<br/><br/>The streets of Little Tokyo weren't in much better condition than any of the others who ventured outside had seen. Ayano could see people running down the block from her. She even got to watch some man burst out of modest little house, covered head to two in what was the blood of his entire family. His eyes were wide and shocked. He had a bottle of whiskey in one hand and he was trembling as he jammed a wash cloth into the mouth of the bottle. Then, he fumbled as he used his lighter to light it on fire. A closer look would reveal this man to be Mr. Ho, who owned a decent take out restaurant a mile down Mariposa Street.<br/><br/>Mr. Ho then stared at his house for a few moments before he tossed the Molotov cocktail into the open door way. The glass broke and flames spread with the alcohol. He was watching it for a couple of minutes when he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. His head snapped sharply in that direction and he saw Ayano walking there. He released a startled, horrified sound in his throat and bolted away from her. He was a short guy, but he ran fast.<br/><br/>He ran right out into the street and got hit by a car as it raced down and didn't even try to stop. The collision was awful in that Mr. Ho's body flew up from the bumper, flipped over the hood then slammed down briefly on the roof of the car, rolled rapidly across its shiny surface, then dropped to the trunk and the street. The car jolted a bit, swirved, but then kept going, leaving Mr. Ho's completely broken, ruined body laying spread eagle in the street. Now some of the blood on him was his own.<br/><br/>Mr. Ho's house burned.<br/><br/><br/>(Vincent)<br/><br/><br/>The trauma to Angel's brain was significant. He fell forward, his brain and bits of bone spilling from the wrecked gap in his skull. For now, Vincent had some quiet, except for the drone of the radio and the current host who was discussing theories and informing people that some serious terrorist shit was going down. Outside of the building, he could hear shouting and the occasional sound of running. A scream and breaking glass also broke the relative, fresh stillness of the workshop.