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They were starting to bicker again. Billy ignored Penny and Britney as they went about their little power struggle. Instead, he found himself staring into the mass grave. Farmer Hill was a small town, and he had met a number of the people working the desk at his father’s shop. Familiar faces now twisted in pain stared back at him. It was horrific. He always thought a world ending event like a zombie apocalypse would be fun. He even had a plan for such an event. But this was different. A dark storm was starting to form in his mind when he just barely caught the group going down the stairs out of the corner of his eye. Billy followed after them. He wasn’t gonna be the idiot caught alone by some psycho.

Billy groaned as the group entered the archives. This was going to take forever, and even if they got what they wanted it would only spell more trouble for them. Why couldn’t they just raid the liquor store and hit up the electronics shop on the way back to the dorms? Get smashed and play games until somebody else took care of this whole thing. He went to the farside of the archives and started thumbing through boxes, going through the motions of searching for a map while not really looking at all before dumping the contents on the floor. He had dumped out a few boxes and began making his way to another row when the hairs on the back of his neck stood up.

"Don't fuckin' move," Billy heard a husky voice say to him. "I don't know if you're one of those maniacs possessed by that thing or what. Don't move."

Billy felt something cold and metal press against the base of his skull. Was it a gun? He froze in place, looking wildly at the others for help. 

Penny felt her stomach flip as she turned and saw that the fucking Mayor had taken her brother hostage. There were plenty of times in her life when she had wished that Billy was dead, mostly over something he said or him hogging the TV, but the sight of seeing a gun drawn on her brother filled her with fear. The only saving grace of the situation was that the Mayor didn’t seem to be one of those Redemption freaks. Maybe there was still reasoning with him. 

“We’re not like those maniacs, believe us, we’ve been attacked by them too,” said Caelea. “We don’t want to fight you.”

“Listen to her,” said Penny, trying to sound calmer than she was. “If we were one of those things, this conversation wouldn’t even be happening. We’re trying to stop whatever is going on, Mr. Mayor.” 

“The Mayor?” said Billy, the only one who hadn’t gotten a look at the guy holding him hostage. “C’mon, man, our dad campaigned for you. Lemme go.”

“Billy, our dad tried to run again—” Penny shook her head and turned her attention back to the Mayor. “Look, doesn’t that prove that this idiot can’t be one of those things? Please, put down the gun and we can explain why we’re here. Maybe you could help us.”

She took one step forward.