A loud, shrill scream, pierced the air, shattering the silence. Crawl ran over back to the office. He looked right and saw Quince, facing a gun barrel. "Who the-?" "Shut your face!" One of the guys held a walkie in his left hand, a gun pointed at Quince in the other hand. Another guy held a pistol, aimed at Crawl. "Who are you people?!" Crawl was shocked," I should be asking you the same question!" The man looked at Crawl, but still had his gun ready at Quince. "Name's Jordan, I came from Texas, Houston, and I'm ready to blow some zombie brains. Quince blurted out,"The Texas Groupies?" The girls groaned. And the guys lowered their guns. "So you're the Canada Massacre Survivors?" Crawl nodded his head. "Yeah, it was hard to get here." "I see. How many was there before?" Jessica started to cry. "Let's not approach that subject..." Quince, appalled, started to stare at the office. Crawl looked behind  him, and a zombie ripped his throat off. 

Crawl screamed and fell to the floor. Quince, thinking fast, aimed and fired. The zombie flew backwards, his head obliterated. Crawl started to shake vigorously. Quince kneeled down. "No no no no no." One of the girls aimed their gun at Crawl's head. She fired, and Crawl's head was no more. 

Quince realized something. Jessica stopped crying. "Jess-?" Jordan smashed his gun into Quince's face.