Once everyone else, including the runner, and the guy with the makeshift armor suit had piled into the car and trunk, James squeezed in, in time for Stewart to tell his name. "James," he simply said as they started to pull out into the midly abandoned street with World Trade Center 1 looming in the background and they started towards the Robert F Wagner Jr. Park.

Anxious about the white noise, and not wanting to stare out into the death and chaos outside, James leaned towards to dial in the radio, "don't mind me everyone,"he said lightheartedly as he flipped through several channels until they reached the intersection of West and Rector, despite the stoplight.

James struck gold when he reached a government radio station, "...A recording. We repeat, this is a recording. All uninfected individuals must leave the city limits in 5 days time, this is an epidemic and the authorities are going to handle it, in the meantime, please leave the city limits as calmly as possible. We will provide answers, but in the meantime- wait, hey you! You can't come in he-"

Then came a gutteral moaning sound familiar with the ghouls, then static, and then the same "this is a recording" voice...