[center][b]UNC-Library[/b][/center] Clack. Clack. The heavy stick hit the ground moments after the unknown, possibly infected, man did. Jack stood there and shook, looking at the man after he dropped to the ground. That was the first time he had been in something related to a fight, and in this world, it was fight or die now. Lucky him, he got the drop on the man. He didn't know whether or not he was infected, or whether or not the man was friend or for and he had no intention of running the risk to find out. He paused for a moment and slapped himself, bringing him back to his senses. Hr grabbed the man by the scruff of his neck and drug him into the room, depositing him in the corner. Jack would turn out to be many things during this survival period, but a killer... well, he didn't know if he had that in him. Before he could turn back to the window and watch out for potential survivors, he heard a feminine voice chime. [b]"Helllo! Anyone here?![/b] His head turned towards the direction of the sound, it had to be from down the hall. He hadn't fully explored this place and wasn't much in the market for running that particular risk. Instead, he shuffled towards the door and grabbed the heavy stick again. With a tight grip, he leaned his head out of the doorway, and answered, [b]"Yeah! I assume you aren't one of them if you're talking![/b] He ducked his head back in quickly, and nearly jumped out of his skin. Somewhere outside, not too far away, something exploded and shook the building a bit. He hustled to the floor, and pressed back against the wall. He didn't know what was going on outside, but he damn sure wasn't going to rush out there to find out. Hell, perhaps it even killed some of the damned things that were rushing around outside. He resolved to stay where he was. He knew someone else was in here, but she could have very easily been one of those people he had heard were capturing them for experiments. Could that have been her reason for being here? Was there a base nearby? Jack shook his head and held his stick close to his chest. He had to stay focused on the objective at hand. Survive. If they wanted those weird things outside, or even the gentlemen he had knocked out, then he'd let them have them. It was no concern of his. [center][b]Phone Call to the New Orleans Base[/b][/center] [b]"Mr. Wallor, we have a status update for you,"[/b] said a mysterious man, sitting in a mysterious lab beneath the UNC-Asheville. He rotated his chair around and looked through the glass partition at the savage beast of a man his troops had captured. [b]"Do go on," said a sly voice from the reciever. [/b] [b]"Well, sir - while we have yet to ascertain the reason for the sudden change and why some are affected and why some are not. But we have learned that, with a little poking and prodding the extent of their physical capabilities. Many people have referred to them as Living Zombies, and they are certainly correct. Like the zombies in the cinema, they seem to have an unnatural need to feast on the flesh of their victims, if only for one bite. No one knows why, but it seems like only one bite is all that it takes - even if you made it past the sudden onset of Living Zombies." [/b] The man stopped for a breath and listened to the feedback from his benefactor. Around him, men and women - some of which were in various stages of riot gear or doctors coats. They had rigged up some type of generator to help perform their experiments. Some were monitoring the vitals of their captive, and others were busy looking at computer screens at the information that was coming across from them. They knew the outside world was cut off, except in select areas, and that benefitted them greatly. They had been told their goal was to look for ways to potentially harness the mind-addled humans, or a way to turn them back. Their boss, whose name many of them did not know, looked out over them and waited until Mr. Wallor was finished. [b]"Understood Sir. I am sending a convoy out to gather more for experimentation. We have been getting some abnormal readings, as though there was something in the bodies of subjects that wasn't meant to be there. Our next experiments will focus on that in the next round of Living Zombies that we collect, if that is okay with you, Sir."[/b] Again, the man waited for his benefactor to finish speaking, before they said their goodbyes. As he hung up the phone, he lit a half of a cigarette, and stepped out of his glass room. [b]"UNits 4, and 6, it's time for another round up, Bring in three each."[/b] With a collected, [b]"Yes, Sir,"[/b] his troops were off and he walked towards the room with their current experiment. He looked in on the man and then towards the doctor inside, nodding his head. He whispered, [b]"Soon, Marissa, I will save you."[/b] On his heels he turned, and walked right back into his office - where the shrill grunts of a young girl came from behind a hidden door. --- Summary: Jack knocks out a man, hears a woman, and an explosion. He doesn't exit his room. A mysterious man sends out his units to catch more of the Living Zombies.