<br/><div align="center">(http://s27.postimg.org/f1tqmzglf/zombiechase.jpg)</div><br/><br/>(DJ & friends and Megan)<br/><br/>Outside on the campus of this college, things were at a little bit more of an advanced state. A small group of students ran down the sidewalk with stricken, panicked looks on their faces. No one looked at DJ or anyone else. There was a scream off in the distance followed by the sound of shattering glass. A moment later a twenty-something year old guy ran from around the corner and was being chased by two girls who were yowling at him like hungry mountain lions. One had vivid, bloody scratches on her cheek, which was also shiny with mucous and foamy spittle. They ran so fast and he could barely keep them at a distance.<br/><br/><em>"HELP ME! OH CHRIST, HELP ME!!"</em>He shouted blindly, his wide eyes staring at some one else who was running by then at DJ's group. This was their first indication that something was truly awry.<br/><br/>People screamed when they saw the enraged girls and one of them lost interest in the guy when a girl tried  to run away from him. The one with the scratched cheek leapt forward and literally tackled the girl to the ground. She screeched in horror and started kicking at the girl who was attacking her. The "crazy" girl snarled and bit down hard on the girl's knee, taking a hunk of flesh into her mouth. Blood poured out of the girls knee as she cried out in obvious pain.<br/><br/>For Megan, there was only two options. She could try to barricade herself in Johnny's office or try to run out into the street. It was a choice she must make however, because Johnny wasn't worried anymore about getting his head bashed in and the woman who had been dead two minutes ago was now approaching her as though she had all the time in the world, which, of course the dead did in fact have plenty of time. Johnny was more speedy than his slower partner and he took the hit she gave his skull as though she'd hit him with a pillow. Suddenly, he flung himself at her!<br/><br/><br/><br/>(Kyler and Leslie)<br/><br/>Kevin got up. A thick glob of snot dripped from his chin onto the flood. He initially didn't notice either Leslie or Kyler and instead just kind of gazed around with a hooded look to his eyes. It wasn't until Leslie tried to tell Kyler that she couldn't get through the 911 line that he turned his focus onto them both. He had a head injury which was dripping blood from his forehead down the side of his face, but he didn't seem to notice it. Instead, his face twisted into a look of pure loathing and he shouted nonsensically at them both.<br/><br/>A moment later, Kevin, not even glancing at the wrecked Lamborghini he had loved so much, took off running towards Kyler and Leslie. His arms reached out for them too and he looked like he wanted to rip them both to pieces. He roared so loudly that you could hear the vocal cords in his throat strain with the effort. Then, in a freakish sort of way, he leapt forward, right towards Leslie, since she was the one who'd been talking at the time he had noticed them. His fingers sought to reach for her curly locks and his teeth champed at the thought of his coming meal.<br/><br/><br/><br/>(Vincent)<br/><br/>As tough as this might have been for Vincent, since Angel and him had shared similar interests and all, it was a good thing he had acted when he did because Angel was positioning himself to lunge right at Vincent. They weighed about the same but given Angel's aggressive, hyped up behavior there was a good chance he could have gotten the better of him. Angel didn't even try to dodge the incoming axe blade. It bit right into his skull with a dull whacking sound.<br/><br/>Some blood spattered out as the blade was buried a few inches into Angel's brain and was stuck there. More blood oozed onto Angel's now blank face and just a moment later, he fell forward, now lifeless. Dark blood began to pool beneath Angel's face and he lay there as one would expect him to. Poor Vincent wouldn't have much time to think of how he had just killed Angel with his brand new axe.<br/><br/>A couple of minutes ticked by and Angel began to move again. Initially, it was subtle movements like his foot shifting or his fingers on one hand twitching. Then, Angel began to stand up with Vincent's axe still imbedded in his skull. He rose to the full extent of his height and stared with those glassy, blank eyes right at Vincent. The right half of his face was completely smeared with blood, but he didn't even seem to be in pain. His left foot took a shuffling step forward, dragging across the pavement in the workshop. Lazily, he reached out for Vincent just like he had seen in any decent zombie flick.<br/><br/><em>They're coming for you Barbara...</em>