A low groan emanated from within the apartment, followed by a series of bangs and thuds. Some were lethargic knocks and others were violent kicks. Tiana, a woman Indy had only met once or twice from what he could remember, was unable to string together a coherent sentence. The only sounds she made were gargles or groans. Indy wondered if she had gone in to some kind of fit or seizure. He watched as the man half-heartedly threw his weight into the door. He stumbled back each time and rubbed his arm. He sighed and groaned in frustration. Indy knew this man would probably break his arm before getting the door open. The moans from within the apartment rose higher in volume and became more aggressive with each futile barge of the door. Indy was reluctant to help as he knew that any damaged caused to the door would have to be paid by the person who caused it. Had he known at that moment the state that the city – and soon to be the entire country – was in he wouldn't have thought twice about such things. As far as he was concerned at that moment there was some rioting in the city, a strange flu going around and Tiana was having some sort of fit. 

“Help him,” was all Indy heard Freyr say before she kissed him and wandered off into the apartment. Normally he would have allowed the family to take care of their own business – not that he didn't care, he just wasn't sure if he should interfere – but now Freyr had asked him. And he'd walk on broken glass for her (provided he was wearing shoes). He stepped out into the corridor and silently placed a hand on the man's shoulder. He looked up at him with a pained look on his face and panted. Indy wasn't exactly a navy seal but he understood how momentum worked well enough. As he lifted his right leg he leaned back slightly, then leaned forwards again as his leg straightened and connected with the door so that his centre of mass was over his balancing leg and the momentum carried through into the kick. His foot connected just below the door handle. The corridor shook from the shock as the lock was forced through the wood of the door frame. The bottom hinge of the door had broken and was hanging lamely in the air. Indy grunted to himself and grit his teeth hard. Why on earth had he done that bare footed? His momentary pain was forgotten a moment later however when he saw Tiana on her back on the floor. He took a step forward and was about to apologise profusely when he noticed a huge pool of blood near the door and several other smaller pools a few feet away. Tiana was pale. Her dark hair was a matted mess and her peach coloured pyjamas were torn and wet with blood. Indy remembered the students at the university again. They had been a sickly pale colour too. 

Indy was half way through the motion of offering his hand to Tiana to help her to her feet when she began snarling and gnashing her teeth. She rose to her feet lethargically and shambled towards him. This reminded him of a television series he used to watch with Freyr. They used to have conversations about how a thing like that might happen in the real world and how they would survive if it did. They always laughed it off. Such a thing was impossible after all. The only thing Indy could think of doing at the time was to reach quickly into the apartment, grasp the handle of the door which was barely hanging on one hinge and close it with such a force that it made the breach sound like a gentle knock. The mother shouted something incoherent and tried in vain to pull Indy away from the door. 

“Keep your children safe,” said Indy to the man. Banging on the door resumed from the otherwise. Indy had to hold the door shut now that the lock was broken. If he let go Tiana would shamble in the corridor and while he wasn't sure if she was actually dangerous – she certainly sounded dangerous – he was main thing between Tiana and Freyr and he wasn't going to move until he figured out what to do. At that moment however he didn't have a clue.