As soon as Kevin uncovered the face he was puking.  He hobbled over, puking off to the side of the poor caretaker.  "FUCK!"  He screamed as loud as he could through the vomit, flinging it everywhere.  He began wiping the excess from his mouth, drinking a little of his water to chase it.  This wasn't his first encounter with death, but this was unexpected.  "FUUUUUCK!" He screamed again, even louder.  Tears rolled out of his eyes.  This was too shocking, and too real.  What else was real then?  He needed to get everyone, and get the fuck out.  How would they trust him?  He'll be the one dragging the body of the caretaker down the hall.  He took a look at the caretakers wound, trying to figure out what may have caused it, again checking the door to make sure it didn't close.