Harrison continued to drink his whisky amongst the chaos in the airport terminal. He was enjoying the succulent taste of the honey in the drink when he realized that his basic osmoregulation system has started pestering him. He has to take a piss. Harrison gives a sigh of frustration and places the whisky bottle back into his internal jacket pocket. He stood up from the restaurant and went onto the terminal floor looking around for the toilets. Everywhere he can see, the public toilets were queued up and occupied like mice to cheese. The toilets in the fast food restaurant behind him had a coded lock on them and a worn out sign that says: “Ask staff for use”. Harrison didn’t want to go to the bother of asking and the staff probably doesn’t give two shits.

He then started to think outside the box and think where there would be toilets that no one would think to use. He then noticed on the far side of the terminal building, a door that reads: “Staff only toilets”. Harrison then started to make his way towards the toilets. His only worry is that it is locked but amongst the mess that is this ‘police state’, remembering to lock the door behind them isn’t probably there biggest problem. Plus no one is going notice Harrison go into the staff toilets. Mass disorder is the greatest hiding spot known to man. 

Harrison reached the door to the staff toilets and tried the door handle. It was open. Harrison slowly opened the door and took a peek inside. The whole bathroom was vacant. This was pleasing to Harrison as he walks up to one the empty urinals and unzips his trousers. He then gave a sigh of relief as he empties his fireman into the drainage of the urinal below. He zips up his trousers and turns himself to the sink to wash his hands. While sanitizing his hands he noticed at the side of the sink, a set of keys. In bewilderment, Harrison picked up the set of keys and analyzed them. The keys had the names of rooms on them. It must be a set of staff keys that gives access to most of the personnel rooms in the terminal. The only question that remains is: Where is the owner of the keys?

In alarming suspicion, Harrison looks behind him in the direction of the stalls. One of the stalls was locked and some feet can be seen from Harrison’s point of view. It seems the bathroom wasn't as vacant as he thought. He then started to walk slowly towards the stall with caution. He then got on his hands and knees and looked under the stall. The man appeared to have been puking into the toilet, due to the stale vomit around it. He was also in military uniform. It must be one of the soldiers from outside. The set of keys by the sink must be his. 

“Are you all right?” Asked Harrison. The man doesn't look well and he might need medical attention. The man then quickly turned his head towards the bottom of the stall door where he could see Harrison. However, the man wasn't himself. His eyes were a reddening bloodshot, his veins were disgustingly noticeable and his teeth were growling like a rabid dog. From the look in his eyes, it wasn't a ‘his’ anymore. Harrison didn't what it was. 

The man then tried to attack Harrison by leaping aggressively towards the bottom of the stall door. His shivering hand and top part of his body were sticking out of the stall door. This made Harrison jump back in great fear. His natural reaction to back off quickly caused the glass whisky bottle in his pocket fall out; it did not break on impact with floor. Harrison pushed himself back towards the sinks. All he could was stare at him or it. He was paralyzed with fear, his adrenaline pounding as the former soldier started to gnarl and growl like a demented demon dog. 

The thing started to wiggle its way out from under the toilet door and Harrison had no form of defensive. He looks around anxiously for some sort of weapon but the only thing available was the glass whisky bottle on the floor beside him. With no other ideas he picks up the bottle and smashes it against the wall beside him to create a sharp tool to stab it. Harrison has never killed anyone before. Well, not intentionally anyway. The man managed to free himself from under the stall door and made a leap for Harrison. Harrison quickly raised the broken glass bottle at him and closed his eyes. All he could hear was some sort of gasp and all he could feel was some mighty force pushing against his hand. When he opened his eyes the bottle jammed in its throat and it seemed to have it. Harrison moved the bottle to the side, along with…whatever it was. He then got up and darted himself to the sink to wash the blood of his hands. His hands were shaking with horror. He then unintentionally vomited into the sink below. 
He has never seen anything like this. He was doctor for nearly two decades and has seen or read on all manner of horrid plagues that roam this earth but this? What is this new type of infection? Harrison wiped his mouth of the vomit and dried his hands with a nearby towel. He looked at the infected body and analyzed it. No disease on earth could this and If the military outside is barricading the terminal for this then we are going to need more guns. Then a horrible, frightening and terrifying thought came to mind. If the infection has already arrived at the airport, then everyone is dead. Harrison grabs the keys and walks out of the bathroom. Before walking off, he quickly locks the door. If the disease is airborne then anyone else finding body might get infected. Harrison might be infected as well but it is still unknown if the disease is airborne, that doesn't mean he can’t take precautions. 

After locking the door frantically but successfully, he started walking off onto the floor of the terminal. He had to get out of LAX fast. Disease in a close-quarters environment is not safe. While walking he started looking around the terminal for some sort of exit but before he could pinpoint one, his thoughts raced back to the infected body and he had to go vomit. He then noticed some public bathrooms nearby and rushed towards them with the hope that they were empty. As he opened the door, he accidentally bumped into a man and his daughter. 
“I’m terribly sorry”, apologizes Harrison. The man and the daughter face him. “My mind is elsewhere.” He had good reason to be. Himself and everyone in the airport is in danger.