Escape Plan

The two stand by the door, Jacob giving Page a moment to calm herself as best she can before he slowly opens the door once more. He peeks through the doorway, looking around to see no one, Zane's body nowhere to be seen.

"Just great…" Jacob mutters to himself as they step outside, the rain falling down harder than it was before, "Careful, Zane's still alive and on the loose,"

Page nods in response as they ready their guns.

"Over there," Page states as she points at the docks. Someone can be seen limping towards the town. As the person stumbles into the light, they see it's Zane, "Where's he going?"

"I don't wanna know, we need to stop him, come on," Jacob states as the two hurry down the ramp, Zane taking notice of them and starting to limp faster. As Page and Jacob make their way to where the jeeps are, Zane disappears into the darkness that engulfs the town.

"Is it safe to assume the others are infected too?" Page asks, glancing at Jacob.

"Yeah, it's best if we just get the hell out of here for now. I don't know why they thought coming at night was a good idea," The two walk over to the nearest jeep, the doors are unlocked luckily. Checking the ignition and all around the driver's seat, they find no keys.

"Did Terry have the keys at all?"

"I don't think so, he wasn't the one who drove,"

"Well let's check if he has a spare," The two hurry back to the boat, entering the room. Page keeps some distance as Jacob kneels down and starts searching Terry's body once more.

"Damnit, nothing. Charlie had the keys on him and he was the first to go missing. Who drove you here?" Jacob asks, "They must have keys,"

"Todd did, he was with Terry…but he's not here,"

"...Do you know how to hotwire vehicles at all?"

"No,"

The two of them both know what they have to do, but neither one wants to be the one to say it.

"...We have to go find Charlie or Todd in the town…" Page manages to say.

"...Yea…" Jacob agrees as he stands up. The two stand there for a bit, hesitant to actually go back out to the cold before they finally muster up the strength to walk back into the rain.

Completely soaked, every step is slowed by the weight of their clothes. Walking back into the light of the floodlights, they stand there as they gaze upon the town, it's buildings towering over them as it waits for them to enter its lair. The faint sound of something moaning and the occasional sound of something being kicked around can be heard.

The two step out of the light and start their journey into the town. Not wanting to walk in the open streets, the two check a nearby building to see if the door's unlocked. With a bit of effort, Jacob manges to pry the door open, their flashlights shining through the room. Broken boxes and metal tables now stained with blood suggest that this was perhaps a kitchen to a restaurant, or at least a storage room of sorts. A trail of black ooze similar to the stuff on the rusty ship goes along the floor. Flies surround a hanging carcass that dangles from the ceiling, their buzzing filling the air along with the rain hitting the walls.

Shining their lights on the body, they're greeted by the mangled face of Zack, blood dripping from his body down onto his face. Looking up they see that his foot has been impaled by a hook. More of the black ooze stains his clothes and open wounds.

"What in the hell did this?" Jacob asks himself as he looks around the rest of the room. Following the trail along the floor, he finds Larry's corpse, also covered in black ooze. They continue through the building, walking through a heavy metal door and into a large room separated into two sections, a kitchen and the dining room. The place is entirely empty, some dirty dishes left on the counter where the chefs put the cooked meals for waiters to pick up. The trail continues through the kitchen into the dining area.

Heading out of the kitchen into the dining area, cockroaches scuttle about as flashlights shine on them.

"How the hell are we suppose to find them?" Jacob asks himself.

"...Our radios," Page states as the idea pops into her head, "Maybe we can hear them if they're near,"

"That could work…" Jacob says as he stops and thinks, "But, let's turn off Larry and Zack's first,"

"Alright" She replies with a nod. The two head back into the storage room, Jacob turning off Larry's radio and heading over to Zack's hanging corpse. Shining his light on it, the radio is not on the belt. The two look around the room, unable to find it.

"Talk into your radio, but quietly," Jacob tells Page. She pulls up her radio, flicking it on. The sound of something, repulsive, complusing can be heard coming from it.

"...That's not radio static…" She states as they stand there staring at her radio. She glances at Jacob, who merely nods towards the radio. With a bit of hesitation, she speaks into the radio, "Hello?"

"hello?" They hear a muffled version of her voice say upstairs.