[b]Motel, 20 Minutes After tThe Explosion[/b]

Brandon got up, grunting from the pain in his ribs . He felt to see shrapnel, logded in his left side. "Shit." His shunned was turning crimson red. Everything had been attracted by the explosion. The only thing left was a fire escape, leading up to a building. He stumbled up the ladder, hanging on for his life. All those [i]things[/i] were below him. From the top of the vantage point, he could see the bank building, and two small figures getting even smaller. "Hey! Hey!" He yelled and waved, but he could not be heard, nor seen. He had to find a way to get to them. He looked down the fire escape, at the evergrowing horde of zombies. He had to... He had to get to them.