[b]St. Albert's Catholic Church, Basement Level[/b]

Peter Simpson took a breath as the girl attempted to work on the radio in the dark basement, would it not have been better to work on it upstairs? It was at least a little entertaining to see somebody as impatient as he was and had the nerve to get things done then and there. The whole “sit and wait” thing bored him, which was one of the reasons he became a self-made man and while there was waiting in the realtor business you made your own hours on your time.

“Let’s take it upstairs and see what else can be done with it, no reason to wait down here.”

With that he turned toward the stairwell they had gone down.

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[b]St. Albert's Catholic Church, Main Floor[/b]

Officer Levitski smiled, albeit nervously—despite being six foot one, he had a smaller frame than most and it made his presence as a police officer was something that his fellow officers in the police force mocked him for, and his former partner, Liam Masterson, had always joked with him about how he looked more like a dorky scientist than an officer of the law. 

“That’s a good skill.” He said, complimenting Ellie’s ability to get into smaller places before she spoke a comment about the state of the city. He frowned—he had seen his partner die out there today among many others. 

“A good question—”

The thumping on the door adjacent to the kitchen caused William Robens to stop almost on instinct. The first thoughts coming to him were that of his instincts and before the voice of a human being came asking for admittance into the church Robens rose his crowbar from his right hand to a defensive position. He would not let this be the end of him—what was it that those damn movies said about this kind of thing? Hit them in the head? He didn’t remember. But all of that defensiveness changed when he heard the voice on the other side of the door.

“Come on... Hello? Please open the door.”

With a distinct frown he pressed his hand on the door. “Are you infected?”

At this point Levitski had moved from his position in the main part of the church to the kitchen after hearing the knocking on the door—he stood in the doorway looking over Will and gave him a sort of cautious look, but in Levitski’s mind a need to protect others made him feel uneasy about Will keeping the door shut. Levitski looked back to Ellie for a moment. If the man outside was infected, he’d risk the safety of the others—and he couldn’t let that happen. 

The two men waited for the voice outside’s response.