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

Everything was happening so damned fast and Officer Levitski felt the pressure of it as the radio, the new survivor, the return of Henry and Fleur, and the stress of the situation came to be. Levitski’s eyes moved from scene to scene, as if he couldn’t keep up with the amount of everything he was expected to keep in order. His inexperience began to crack in his mind, but his drive to protect everyone kept it from appearing too much on his face. The new survivors admittance that transportation would be more trouble than it was worth was correct, and while Levitski had not seen the central police station’s status with his own eyes he worried how they were holding up considering his own police communicator had been lost during the chaos and this radio was not one he could contact the station with—it was not a two-way radio, but simply a receiver and one that was badly damaged at that.

He held out his hand as Fleur came in claiming there was a priest upstairs who had become infected and averted his attention. “Don’t worry.” He managed to reply.

Peter Simpson raised a brow, “Don’t worry? There’s infected outside and inside; sounds like a pretty big deal to me.”

“There’s likely to be infected wherever we go. We need to—”

William Robens shrugged as the group began to converse, rather erratically at that. “There’s not enough supplies in the kitchen or restrooms to stay here.” He spoke in his deadpan tone with his left hand shuffled in his pocket with his right one holding a crowbar which he pressed against the floor.

“We also need to be quiet.” He added in a bored manner. 

“Yeah… noise attracts them, right?”

“Likely.” Will shrugged.