Listening quietly to the news feed in the back, Dante just sat there and said<strong>"Um..what the fuck?"</strong>That was the most logical thought that ran through his head. He stayed quiet throughout the entire drive, trying to rationalize the day's events. Sadly? The convict had absolutely nothing. Eventually the car stopped in front of a motel, Dante looked out the back window and could feel a massive lump in his throat. Nudging the seats in front of him with his knees he muttered<strong>"Um...pigs? Uhh...."</strong>Through the back window, he could see a fairly large group of the reanimated dead heading in their direction. These ones were running, at full gallop and Dante quickly tried to wrestle around in the back. He knew there was no getting out of the cuffs but he had to try something, the zombies were coming in fast.<br/><br/><br/><strong>For Everyone In The Motel</strong><br/><br/>The exact distance would be hard to tell, but it is definitely close. Two loud shotgun blasts pierce the air, shortly afterwards a man's howl of pain and anguish could be heard. The sky is still for a minute, but the man tears through the woods behind the motel in a sloppy unfocused manner. He has two large gaping bite wounds, one in his right bicep. The other is on his midsection. He runs in the direction of the motel, seeing the lights on. He yells out in a weakened, frightened tone<strong>"Hey...Hey!"</strong>Stupidly attracting more attention by shooting back at one of the zombies sprinting after him.<br/><br/>The man will eventually reach to within shouting distance of the hotel before dropping due to the blood loss, a group of the dead will converge on the man and promptly tear him into pieces. However his outburst? Unknowing to the people in the motel, it has attracted a lot of unwanted attention. The gun shots? The yelling? All of it created a lot of noise that would start a domino effect. You see where one of the walking dead goes? Others are sure to follow, it is their nature. The lights in the motel would arouse their attention and give them something to focus on, naturally the people inside will not know this.<br/><br/><br/>(http://www.neosaej.com/Image.aspx?t=News16)<br/><br/>The newsman sets down the files he was holding, rubbing the bridge of his nose slowly as he takes a small breath.<em>"This...epidemic is spreading at a rate the likes of which we never could have forseen, I do believe our city of Detroit? If something drastic doesn't happen, may be lost. I am told this is the story in several of the other major cities. The spread of the dead? The loss of life? It is happening at too frequent a rate for police to combat, the national guard is on several scenes but they're not enough numbers currently to really hope for too much. Perhaps if there had been some forewarning to these events? However it all has seemingly come from nowhere, and frankly? I don't know what to make of all this. The situation has gotten to a point, where I feel that in the next few hours? Martial Law will be ensured. I want to urge everyone at home, to do the best by their families. We have this video we want to show you...it might come of some use."</em><br/><br/>The camera shifts to a more rural area in Illinois, a large gathering of policemen have a barricade set up and rounds being fired off frequently can be heard in the background. One of them looks to the camera when prompted, and he says<em>"Well shit, I don't know what to make of all this. I mean we've been out here all day! Killing these cockroaches wherever we see them...we've lost some good men. But I have some advice for you people at home. You want to put these fuckers down? You take out the head. Shoot them in the face, drive something through the skull? Blow the sons of bitches up? I don't care what, but that is how you take them out! They have some sort of weird intelligence to them, or their senses are highly developed I don't know what. Gun fire though? Basically most loud noises? It is like a fucking dinner bell to them, I guess in our situation? It is a necessary evil, a few hours ago? We were in Chicago, battling it out with them. But we had no choice but to retreat out here near Joilet. You see how many of them there are out there? These things are spreading like fucking wildfire, and I don't know what to tell everyone. All I can say is, try to find safety in numbers. Fucking avoid hospitals! Do not under any circumstance go to a Hospital! I wish you all the best out there..."</em><br/><br/>Shortly afterwards the feed was cut, the newsman looks back to the camera and he remarks<em>"I hear that the armed forces are setting up forts in areas that are hit as refugee camps of sort. They're offering protection, food, and shelter to all who come. We've deemed however that the source of the infection? It seems to come from exchange of bodily fluids with the reanimated dead. If they bite you? Or scratch you? Or if their fluids somehow enter your bloodstream? They will pass on the infection, shortly afterwards? Flu-like symptoms seem to develop. We don't know how long a still living person has until dying, but tests are being done on infected individuals and we hope that this can be combated. However, if one of the infected dies? They're shown to reanimate without any of their intelligence left intact. I sincerely hope the information we have presented proves useful to you all who are viewing...I just...I don't know what to do...Can we cut the feed?"</em>By this point, the man looks positively on the verge of tears and can be heard asking about his wife and children before the feed cuts out.<br/>