Katherine walked faster trying to get past room 36 without being noticed, although you could see directly into the hallway from there. Why was the agent here, other then by being in a car wreck, what was he planning she thought to herself.

Leon follows the doctor, not paying attention to the room in front of him. As he passed it the dead man springs out at him, knocking him off his feet. Leon holds the man up fighting to keep from getting bit, for he could not reach his gun.

Joel smiles getting in on the other side, starting the car. "I'm Joel."

"What the hell!" Taken aback, Caroline quickly rammed her elbow into the undead man's face and grabbed Leo's gun. Aiming the gun and hoping she wouldn't shoot Leo, she cocked it and pulled the trigger, shooting the zombie through the jaw, hoping the bullet lodged her the brain.

"I...I'm Kyra, if you didn't catch my name." Rubbing her forehead, she wondered why she got into the cR with him. Maybe she just had gone rogue too long and needed a nice person' scion tact.

Leon closes his eyes as blood splatters his face, then pushes the body off himself. He coughs as he stands, wiping his face. "Thanks, I owe you one." He says hoping they had not caused a stir. He looks around to see everyone was looking

Joel smiles. "Nice to meet you." He says turning into the small dinner the town had. "If you come in try not to steal anything.."

Katherine stared for a minute before running and hitting the code red button on the wall. "Damn zombies" she mumbles as she goes to the medicine room. Her hand on her gun on her hip, hidden.

Leon curses as she runs. He quickens his pace to catch her. He finally finds her, stopping her by catching her arm. "I know you from somewhere don't I?"

"Uhm... Yes, no problem." Her mind reeled. There was this one. Had he bitten others? Were there moreover? Were other zombies nearby? "I am so f****** outta here." She growled. She didn't have any guns, but she had an assortment of blades. Her switchblade wasn't the only one. But knives weren't good against the undead... "Hey, what's going on you two?" Caroline growled, running after them.

"I won't! IT was ancient with that guy." Kurt pouted. She squinted and attempted to comprehend her surroundings, but everything was a blur and she was getting a headache from trying.

Katherine feels her arm get grab and she whirls around. "I think you have the wrong person," she says her voice not as soft anymore, pulling her arm away she turns to walk away. She quietly mumbles to herself as she takes a couple steps, her lips forming a hard line.

Michael counted. One millimeter. Two millimeters. Three millimeters. Four millimeters. Enough. He eyes the small vial warily. Carefully, he screwed the cork onto the vial and slipped it into a pocket within his jacket along with the eyedropper. He picked up the other vials and smashed them against the debris covered ground, shattering the delicate glass and an acid smell wafted up from the combination of chemicals and he flicked on his lighter, putting the red hot flame close to the puddle and ran. The fire would spread to the horse of zombies near the hospital. The wind would spread the fire to the west wing, but that was their problem. Besides, there weren't many people in that wing. Any that were left there were infected. He had seen.

"Whoa, guys! Hold it!" Caroline asked, her nose catching a wiff of smoke. Her eyes narrowed. "Hey, smell that?" She asked turning her head to the direction if the smell. "I smell smoke..."