> "Alone…" He walked all over the tent, but was unable to find
>the others.
> *Stop thinking about them. It's all for the best. Get this
>chart thing and send them a postcard.*
> He sat down on one of the benches and closed his eyes.
> *Might as well get some sleep before the next match.*
> *Danny… Where are you Danny?*
> *Pat?*
> He opened his eyes and looked around. He was standing in the
>middle of a dark room.
> "Danny?"
> "Pat?"
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted, "Pat! I'm over
>here!"
> "Danny, where are you?"
> "Pat! Follow my voice!"
> "Danny, where are you?"
> "Pat, where are YOU?"
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He opened his mouth again to shout out something, but stopped.
> *She can't hear me…*
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He walked to the door and opened it.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He was in a familiar hallway. He was in the Spencer estate.
>His 'father' had taken him there on a trip once. Actually, it was
>the only trip he went on with him. His 'father' had gone there to
>inspect the building for something. He didn't know at the time, but
>it was to become one of White Umbrella's lab areas.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He walked down the hall towards the stairs. Beside the stairs
>the hall went on. On the right side of the offshoot was another
>door.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He entered the room. There was an old typewriter and a dusty
>storage box. Everything else that was once in the room was gone.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He spun around and heard a groan from the other side of the
>door.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He opened the door and saw a too familiar sight. Without
>thinking, he reached behind for his magnum…
> *Shit.*
> "Danny, where are you?"
> …he didn't have his weapons. The monster was reaching closer.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> He kicked at the monster, knocking off it's head.
> *Crap…*
> Another monster walked through the door.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> Then another.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> Then another. The next twenty seconds went by in what seemed
>like a second. Another zombie, then another call. Another zombie,
>then another call. He backed to the rear of the room. The whole
>room was filled with the T-virus zombies.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> *Pat…*
> The zombies reached forward and grabbed him. They pulled him
>into the center of the room, then one sunk it's mouth onto his neck.
> Another bit his arm. More started biting him, and each one ripped
>out a big chunk of meat.
> "Danny, where are you?"
> "Nooooo!!!!!"
> When he looked again, he was back in the tent.
> "You all right?"
> He turned and saw the same person from earlier. The one with
>beaded hair.
> He felt his forehead. He was in a cold sweat.
> "I'll be fine…"
> "Ok…"
> He turned and saw the guy put two pills in his mouth. It
>looked like Tylenol.
> "Rough fight?" he said, motioning to the bottle in the guys
>hand.
> "Kinda…"
> The guy beside him started talking to himself. For the first
>time, he noticed that the guy had a bandage wrapped around his
>chest, and he was holding one section of it, just about his pectoral
>on the right side. It looked like blood had stained the bandage.
> "You all right?"
> "Ya, just a little scratch…" He then started mumbling again.
> "Ok…"
> He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. He looked
>at the person beside him and saw that he had put his head between
>his legs and was still talking to himself.
> *Fine with me. I know enough people in this town already.*
> He sat back again and closed his eyes, but tried to stay awake.
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