Tommy stood up, having collected enough magazines to last for a while. As he turned around, he saw the Sergeant down near a body, he looked over, and then the sergeant stood back up, "Doc's dead," he told everybody.

Thomas couldn't believe what he had been told, "Shit," he said, "How did we not..." Tommy didn't finish his sentence, he couldn't continue speaking. He got out a cigarette from his pack and put it up to his lips, lighting it up and taking a deep breath.

After people had gone through the doc's stuff, Tommy followed his cigarette, throwing it down to the ground, trying to focus on getting out alive.