The city wasn't taking any chances with the hospital. Even as Michael and Susan's groups pulled up the RPD was already creating a secure perimeter around the hospital. Several patrol cars were parked at each entrance way to the hospital. The officers who had arrived in them were all armed, several of these officers were in the process of erecting a string of re-enforced police barriers around the hospital. A single SWAT van had just pulled into the parking lot and as the rear door opened several SWAT officers piled out. Each one carrying a police sniper rifle and moving to different points of the compass.<br/><br/>Rockford General Hospital (http://www.qatarembassy.net/qatar%20gallery/health%20care/women%20hospital%20.JPG)'s emergency room was for lack of a better expression an orchestra of barely controlled chaos. Doctors, nurses, and orderlies frantically working to keep the situation in hand as more and more patients arrived with every passing minute. Some of the nurses, most likely those who were not normally emergency room staff were obviously having trouble coping with the situation. Some were crying as they went about their jobs. Others looked like they were only a few steps away from going into catatonic shock.<br/><br/><br/>As patients and their loved ones entered the emergency room the first thing they were met by was a large male nurse standing before the front desk he was directing incoming patients to one of two areas of the hospital. His voice was clear and firm, if not a bit frazzled. "All bite victims are to take a seat here in the emergency room. Any other emergency victims need to head down the hall to your right, and into the front lobby. A secondary emergency room has been set up and you will be treated there. If you have a bite in combination with any other injuries you must wait here in the emergency room!" The emergency room's waiting area was already full of people, every one of them nursing a bleeding wound. Standing guard at the emergency room desk were three RPD SWAT officers. Each one armed with a shot gun.<br/><br/>A young doctor walked up to the group carrying Seyda as soon as they'd entered the secondary emergency room. "What happened to her?" he asked as his eyes ran over her checking for any obvious signs of injuries. "and was anyone there to see it happen?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Paul paused, thinking over the offer for a few seconds. The nodded his head "yeah....That sounds like a plan, I don't wanna be stuck here anyways." He flashed Cal a quick grin as he pushed back the hood of his jacket "I'm always stuck pushing this thing off my head, but it's my lucky jacket you know?" As he said this he started in the direction that the other students were moving, keeping pace with Cal so they could talk.<br/><br/>The exodus of students wasn't anything like the catastrophe that had occurred earlier that day, this time most of the students' weren't scared, most figuring that if something was going to happen to the college it would have by now. As the students from the library began to file out, and make their way north first across campus then off it and in the direction of Mission Street, the 'herd' was joined by other groups who had been hiding out in some of the other school buildings and for what ever reason felt that leaving for Mission Street was the right choice of action. Within the next 5 minutes the vast majority of students from all over campus had joined the march to Mission Street.<br/><br/>As the trek continued Paul, continued to make small talk with Cal, hitting up on every subject from the local sports teams, to politics. He had always had a tendency to talk too much when he got nervous, and he was very nervous right now.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>It was several minutes before the same student who had asked to commandeer Lasair's car spoke up, breaking the silence that had descended. "Everyone's moving somewhere together" he said his voice mixed with curiosity and excitement in equal parts.  He gestured out the window so that everyone would know where to look.<br/><br/>"It looks like they are heading north...maybe to the shelters on Mission Street?" said his girlfriend.<br/><br/>"Yeah that makes sense" Her boyfriend responded "Maybe they figure safety in numbers."<br/><br/>It was obvious that the student's who had been given permission to use Lasair's on campus quarters had no intention of joining the group as they watched the majority of the student body make its trek off campus in the opposite direction of the parking lots.<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Time seemed to have stood still within the large traffic jam that was created when the bridges were closed. Cars, trucks, and all other manner of motor vehicle found themselves stuck with no where to go, and no options for a way out. Several of the injuries that Sarah wound up treating were in fact caused by people getting caught in the way of cars driven by frantic men and women with no regard to pedestrian safety. Word spread fast through the traffic jam that Sarah was helping the injured and those who's wounds were to serious for them to ignore made their way to her location.<br/><br/>Milling around, and waiting their turn to be treated, after what would have seemed like forever the sound of running footsteps could be heard. "RUN!" someone shouted "They're coming!!" a split second later several men and women ran past the 'crowd' of injured people that had formed around Sarah. They pushed past anyone in their way, these people had been further back along the bridge, closer to the western edge and therefore closer to the rioters.  The press of people around Sarah was too tight to allow her a good look at what was on the other side of the crowd.<br/><br/><br/>"They're here!" someone else cried out!<br/><br/><br/><br/>Screams of fear, and shouted orders to get out of the way vied with each other for each person's attention, the crowd around Sarah began to disperse as each man and woman tried to run away from the bridge's entrance in the hope that the police officers would let them past the barricade. As the crowd thinned the sight it revealed was a horrible one. A literal horde of former humanity was snapping at the heels of the fleeing civilian's. There were men and women of all shapes sizes and ages, each one with the same vacant stare in what remained of their eyes. Several of them, the ones at the very front of the horde, noticed Sarah and the few people who had for what ever reason wound up father back than most, these 'rioters' began to stumble in the general direction of their targets. Mindless moans escaping from some of them as others simply opened and closed their mouths.<br/><br/><br/>And behind them, there were more, and more of the creatures! A seemingly endless wave of teeth, and hands eager to rip at the people before them.<br/><br/>The sound of a helicopter could be heard,<strong>"This is the RPD! We need everyone to move towards the barricade now!" </strong>a man's amplified voice called out from the police chopper (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/2/22/KM_6159_city_of_chicago_police_helicopter_august_2007.jpg) that had taken up station above the bridge<strong>"Drop what ever you are carrying and run as fast as you can! </strong>As he said this the helicopter turned so that it's side was facing the approaching 'rioters.'  The side door opened to reveal 3 police officers armed with sniper rifles, and laying in the prone firing position. each officer began to fire on the 'rioters' without any warning being issued it was as if the issuing of a warning was decided as being a waste of time. A fourth officer was standing his chest strapped into a harness that kept him secured to the helicopter. And the handles of a large machine gun in his hands, he wasn't firing yet though, unwilling to risk shooting civilians along with the rioters. The front most 'rioters' began to drop down, bullet wounds blowing holes in their torsos, arms, legs, and heads.  Only those who suffered damage to the head failed to get back up.