<strong>Eric</strong><br/>Eddie stayed at the doorway, looking out. "I'm not sure what's going on. A lot of screaming," he said. "Which is why I'm staying right here."<br/><br/><br/><strong>Alana, Sandy, Jack</strong><br/><br/>Alana's changes continue, until Stephanie suddenly stops screaming. As she falls silent, Alana feels control return to her body. In an instant, Alana is herself again. The exhaustion of the flurry of transformations overwhelms her and she falls to her knees, her clothing nothing but tatters on her now.<br/><br/>Stephanie is sitting on the floor, breathing hard and staring straight ahead, a shocked look on her face.<br/><br/>Sandy and Jackson are near Alana, having tried to help her control herself. Virginia and Rachel are also in the hall.<br/><br/>To your surprise, a man rounds the corner, entering the hall. He looks to be in his mid fifties, a sturdy build though a little on the heavy side, with close cropped silvering hair. What really gets your attention is the shotgun in his hands.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry," he said, levels his shotgun at Sandy and fires.<br/><br/>The blast in the tight confines of the hallway is incredibly loud. Sandy feels the shot hit her square in the gut and she is thrown back, landing on her back in the hall. The pain is blinding, and she can feel blood soaking her clothing. Looking down, she sees the shot tore at her skin, though it didn't completely shred her like it probably would have before the blue beam. It didn't kill her, but she knew a few more hits like that could.<br/><br/>