Chad walked briskly in the cool October afternoon, determined to not be late to his meeting. He checked his watch and sighed. It was three o'clock and he was going to be late- that was now inevitable now that he didn't have a car, as it had died that morning on his way to see his sister to check if she was all set up for her first day of college. He sighed again, loosening his tie as he walked. A scream pierced the air and he looked up in concern to see a woman, running into a brick wall over and over again, blood dripping down from the injury on her forehead. She screamed again, and Chad wondered if she was an escapee from some mental hospital. "Miss?" He called as he drew near. She stopped and stared at him blankly for a moment, then screamed for the third time and flew at him, her fingers reaching for his throat. He automatically threw his forearm into her neck, simultaneously throwing his fist into her diaphragm. She reeled back, gasping, and he gave a swift uppercut to her jaw and she fell to the ground, stunned. He looked around and saw the town was in chaos. He swallowed something hard in his throat as he saw the bodies, the screaming people like the woman and the afraid people that were sane. He looked back towards the woman and noticed that she held a crushed cell phone in her hand. He glanced around to see that in fact everyone that was insane had one clipped to their belt, attached to their ear, held in their hand, or being crushed on the ground. Someone screamed again and this time Chad could tell it was the scream of someone in danger, not in lunacy. He ran towards the direction of the cry. *** Tessa was afraid. Her brother lay dead on the ground beside her, his glassy eyes staring at nothing and his bloody hand still reaching towards her, to kill her. Someone else, though, had killed him, another one of them. But she couldn't cry now, refused to show weakness as the murderer, a woman, round on her again. She didn't have any weapons- they were back in her apartment. She screamed as the woman kicked her, and wondered why the woman didn't go for her throat like she had with Nathan. "Hey, bitch!" a voice called, and a bang echoed throughout the street she opened her eyes and watched the woman fall, her forehead displaying a large hole with something pink scattered over her face. Tessa looked down at herself and saw the same stuff on her as well as the woman's blood. She choked back her rising nausea and looked up at the man who had saved her life, afraid he might be another one of them. But he smiled and held out a hand. "I'm Chad," he said to her, and she nearly collasped into his arms in tears as he pulled her up, but didn't and smiled back in relief. "Tessa," she replied. "Let's hope there's not just us, eh?" he gave a short, humorless bark of laughter and pulled her along behind him. "Weapons?" He asked, looking behind him. Tessa shook her head and he pulled her into a hunting store. "Take your pick," he said. She looked around and grabbed aSig Saucer 1911 centerfire pistol and a fifteen inch blade. He nodded as the door behind them opened and the both turned quickly, ready to fight. To kill.