Frank

Frank nodded solemnly at Johnny's conclusion and began crushing heads with his bat. It was brutal work, but the group knew what was at stake. As he was clearing the booths, he heard James talking to his mystery friend. Frank hefted the bat on his shoulder and turned to the kid.

"Holy shit, there keeping people away from each other....I..I guess its becoming a every man for himself..." James told them.

"Well shit. It sounds like it's gonna get real hard to get out of the city real soon. They'll likely try to quarantine the area. Assuming the whole world isn't like this..." Frank trailed off, a sinking feeling in his gut.

Once the area was cleared, and their pockets filled with anything useful they could find, they departed. 

Once they got outside, Frank was stunned for a moment. The carnage was incredible, like nothing he'd ever imagined. The sound of Johnny's bike quickly brought Frank back into focus, and he mounted his bike. Once James was on, he set off with Johnny, out of one nightmare and into another...