Chris eyed her blood-stained shirt, not really sure if he believed that it was what she said. But then, if she was bitten, she would be one of those . . . things . . . by now. It had not taken any time at all for the guy in the parking lot to turn into something else. The big guy nodded his slowly, and went off into the kitchen. He sorted through the cupboard, pulling out a bottle of whiskey and a first aid kit before returning to where the woman was.<br/><br/>"Yeah. It's pretty amazing you made it here . . ." Chris said, holding the bottle of whiskey and first aid kit out to the blonde woman. "My name's Chris . . . do you know what's going on out there?"