[b]Tyler - Catacombs - Lynn & Enrique[/b]

He stared at her, his heart full of pity. To think he actually cared about this woman once, but she was nothing now. It was heartbreaking to see her so sure in her delusions. "I will die before she calls another man daddy," he said, suddenly deciding to stand his ground. He was the last man standing now, and he wasn't going to let this empty shell of a woman walk all over him. "And I'm not dying any time soon."

He stood and waited for her to approach. He had no weapon, but he had killed without a weapon many times before. Her words cut like knives, but he kept himself from recklessly lunging at her by remembering that no matter what, [i]he[/i] was right. He would live and she would die. He would get his daughter back. 

"Fuck y-" He was cut off by Lynn's sudden lunge. He threw his forearms forward to push her back, managing to get them under her jaw. He grabbed at her lower jaw with his left hand and pushed at her with his right, but he found himself stumbling backwards. Her strength surprised him, but why would a dying woman hold anything back? Grunting, Tyler kept her jaw firmly locked at arm's length, but he managed to stumble over one of the dead men on the ground. He yelled out and fell backwards on to his back, Lynn snarling on top of him.

"This is the Lynn I remember," he said through gritted teeth. Lynn snarled and snapped in his face, loosening his tenuous grasp on her jaw. Her eyes had turned a milky yellow and her skin a sickly grey. 

The change was complete. Lynn was now one of the undead.

With his ribs beginning to stab with pain from Lynn thrashing on top of him, Tyler realized he was running out of time. With Lynn now turned, he wasn't sure he had the strength to shove her off. "Fuck! FUCK!" This was [i]not[/i] how it would end. Not without Katie; He [i]needed[/i] Katie. "Katie!" he cried out, having nothing else on his mind but her.

Then, Tyler felt the weight of Lynn begin to lift off of him. It happened so suddenly, that Tyler believed for a second that Katie was pulling Lynn off of him. "Get off him, bitch!" a gruff voice yelled. Lynn was pulled off Tyler entirely, and he could see that his savior was not Katie, but Brad. "Look at you, more rotten than ever!" the man screamed, wrestling with the zombified Lynn. She had turned on him now and Brad was battling with her for dominance. Before Tyler could even think to stand up and help, Brad was crying out in pain. He threw Lynn against a wall and proceeded to repeatedly smash her head against the wall. Over and over and over again. "Fuck you! Fuck you! Fuck you!" Brad was hysterical, his eyes unblinking and his voice nothing more than strained sobs. After far too many hits to count, Brad let Lynn go, her head reduced to mere mush.

Tyler stood up, feeling nauseous.

Brad turned to him, his body shaking uncontrollably. "I did it," he said, a grin appearing on his face. It was a maddening grin, Tyler thought. Brad looked like a child who had just done his chores. "I did it for you, boss. I told you she was rotten. All of them. Now it's just... Just me and you..."

Tyler couldn't help but stare at the bite wound on Brad's upper right arm. Brad saw him staring and began to shake his head uncontrollably. "No, no, no... No, we can cut it off. We can just cut it off, right at the shoulder. H-Here." Brad bent down and picked up a machete. "I-It's mine. I dropped it. Didn't want to accidentally hit you... Just chop it off, okay?" He held it out, his face full of snot and blood. Tyler took the machete from him gingerly. "R-Right, okay boss. Make it quick, if you can."

Tyler turned over the weapon in his hand, staring at it. "I'm sorry, Brad."

Brad blinked at him confusedly. "What? N-No, boss. I... Tyler. Boss. We'll just... I-I l-"

Tyler buried the machete in Brad's skull.

***

He hurried down the corridor, finding more dead bodies than zombified ones. Most of them were his men. They were all dead, probably. Stupid bastards weren't prepared for this sort of assault. He supposed he should have blamed himself, for making them cocky. He wanted to be mad, but he couldn't bring himself to care. Most of them had been monsters. They were dead long before today.

He stopped at the entrance to the cells when he saw someone moving. Not dead, but possibly undead. Tyler walked toward the injured man and stood over him, his machete lingering over the man's head.

"Are you bitten?" he asked.

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[b]Lauren - Woods - Katie[/b]

After putting Katie down, Lauren collapsed next to her. She managed enough strength to sit up on her knees and hold Katie by the shoulders. She started into the little girl's eyes and found that she had nothing to say. She wanted to tell Katie how awful her father had been. That he was an awful man who she was better off not seeing anymore. How was a little girl supposed to understand that? Lauren knew she would be breaking Katie's heart and she couldn't bring herself to do it.

Thankfully, her giant hairy lout of a man rescued her. He sat down next to them and placed a hand on Katie's shoulder, above Lauren's. "I'm sorry, girl, but your daddy didn't make it." Lauren turned toward Bull, but he kept his eyes on Katie. How had she not thought of that? It was a lie, but a lie somehow less ghastly than the truth.

"I'm so sorry," was all Lauren managed to say as she hugged Katie.