He nodded at the woman, blushing lightly. He put his clothes back on and put his pistol back in his pocket and picked his shotgun back up. He happily took the bottle of water and nodded towards the man. "Thanks." said Jamie as he opened the bottle. He chugged almost half of it without stopping. He stopped to breathe and the exhaustion finally hit him. He sealed the bottle and set it down and followed Wendy to the shower room. He glanced over at the room of other survivors.<em>How many people are down here?</em>he thought to himself. He nodded and stepped through the door and into the shower room. He set his weapons off to the side so they wouldn't get wet and stripped down again, throwing his clothes on top of his weapons. He walked over and turned on the shower and let the water hit him, adjusting it to where it wasn't completely hot but not cold either. He breathed slowly and sat down, tired from the last hour or so.<br/><br/>As he sat there his mind flashed back to when he killed his dad earlier that morning. He stood up and held his hands out as if he was holding a pistol. His index finger than moved as if he was pulling the trigger. He then stepped back and his mind snapped back to the present. He looked around as if confused to where he was, then he remembered and sat back down under the running water. "This has to be the worst day in history. If not, then I don't want to know what is."