[center][h2][color=0054a6][i]CARTER PERKINS[/i][/color][/h2]

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Mike stepped back slowly from the door, almost transfixed at what he saw through the plexiglass. What were once coworkers, friends, and happy-go-lucky tourists were now rotting, flesh eating, abominations. Clawing and banging at the sealed down like a pack of hungry bears, or demons. He shook his head slightly, now wasn’t the time to fall apart. Not now. These people needed his help. He was hotel security after all, protecting them and any others that might still live was his duty. 

He had initially ignored Carter and the other man whom had restrained him. [i]’Shame the bloke didn’t go ahead and snap his arm...[/i] he thought pettily to himself. After all, that fool was about to seal him and the rest outside to be eaten by those creatures. A broken arm would’ve been the kindest punishment for such cowardice and selfishness.

Aside from Carter, Mike knew none of these peoples’ names. For now, all he had to go on was looks and character behavior. Carter was a lost cause, and Mike honestly wouldn’t be too hurt inside if the selfish prick was torn apart anytime soon. The man who had restrained him seemed like the useful type, and the best help that Mike might get in securing an escape for everyone. The two women who were paired he was still unsure of, true enough they had gotten here alright, but the one speaking French seemed at her wits’ end. [i]Certainly not the one I’d lend my piece to.[/i] Mike thought. 

The shaggy American seemed like he could be of help too, as did the other woman who had joined them. Mike wiped the sweat from his forehead as Carters’ restrainer spoke to him, “Well,” he started ,”firstly, your right about the phone lines. Since the whole mess started I’ve been trying to reach anyone I could. The police, the ASDF, the ADF,  but nothing. No phones, no radio, no power. It’s a bloody damned mess...”

He walked past the collective group, adjusting his tan colored shirt as he pulled out the rolling chair at the control panel, turning it around and having a seat. “I’ve been monitoring the security cams all over the hotel itself. Outside and in. Things are even worse outside, hell, you can see smoke coming from the beach.”

[color=0054a6]”So what?”[/color] demanded Carter as he rolled and massaged at his arm [color=0054a6]”Your saying the whole damned island is probably like this?”[/color]

“I wouldn’t quite say that,” Mike said ,”wiping at his brow again ,”I imagine the police are handling things in Moresby. The mayor may even have managed to get ahold’ of the ADF. But God only knows when they’ll get this thing... contained. I don’t know about the rest of Banoi, but the resort seems to be completely... [b]overun.[/b] The hotel, the bungalows, the beach...”
 
Carter swore under his breath, crossing his arms and falling backward against the wall at his back. Mike stood and approached Cole, hands at his sides ,”Now, about you folks getting out of here, I do know a way, but it’s risky.”

[color=0054a6]”Spill it.”[/color] Carter demanded uncrossing his arms.

Mike glared sideways at Carter before turning his eyes to Cole and the others ,”The underground garage is only a little ways’ from here. Cars, vans, buses, plenty of rides for all of you. You can steal a ride and drive like hell for Moresby. I’ll bet they’ve got refugee centers set up there.”