[b][u]An hour ago, Three Towers Apartment Complex.[/u][/b]

Tyson sat down on the sofa inside his apartment unit, designing on a new menu for the restaurant he was working at. Tyson was always listening to classic music that was on the radio whenever he decided to work at home, because the music helped him to be more relaxed and inspired. The night sky stood an inky canopy of darkness freckled only by the fewest of stars, where just few hours ago it had been a blue summer's day. The occasional bark of a few hidden dogs and the soft classic music were the only sound to permeate the silence until loud gunshots and screaming sound echoed angrily into the emptiness of the night. Tyson quickly looked out from his window, and soon he saw a trail of smoke roared out from a unseen spot behind the buildings near it.

"What the hell..." Tyson muttered to himself in a low voice. He walked back to his sofa confusingly, trying to know what had happened at that place. Not for long, a few gunshots can be heard coming from the same spot, and this time Tyson was really concerned about what was happening there. He decided to put his work aside and went out to look for an answer, which was not a very good idea. He went down to the lobby area and he knew he was not the only one that was concerned the moment he reached the lobby. Tyson felt like he was trapped in an endless sea of people. It was overcrowded and claustrophobic. There was noise everywhere. Someone's cell phone were ringing, two people were fighting angrily over God-knows-what.

[b][u]Present time, The lobby of the Three Towers Apartment Complex.[/u][/b]

The televisions on the wall of the lobby were having an emergency broadcasting, something about a virus outbreak or maybe not. Sounds like a typical intro for every zombie movies ever made. Tyson was going to ask one of the people standing in the lobby about the current situation, but a loud glass breaking sound interrupted his decision. A few grown up adult... only the police came in was still a human being, but the others... did not looked lively anymore. The police rushed into the lobby with blood all over him, followed up by the zombies with great speed and one of it headed straight towards a guy who looked like a pastor. The police reached very quickly and smashed the zombie in its head. Tyson was going to do the same too, IF... only if he had weapons with him, he was not strong enough to help someone out while he was unarmed.

The crowd of people was panicking in fear the whole time, running toward the stairs or to the staff room behind the lobby. Tyson was not one of them, as he was curious about the whole situation happened just now. Gunshots. Screaming. Injured officers. Those bloody attackers. He regretted immediately that he never pay any attention to the emergency broadcasting earlier.

"Start making your way upstairs Padre, I'll secure the lobby and barricade them from higher ground," said the guy that was armed, walking towards the woman that was twitching on the ground. By the look of the woman, Tyson believed that the woman was somehow one of "them", referring to the group of attackers that broke into. Somehow the armed guy finished off those attackers without even blinking his eyes, "Must be used to deal with guns." Tyson muttered to himself again.