Nate waited by the archway. He heard a footstep come close. Drawing heavy breaths, he lifted the stick upward, and waited. The door creaked open, Nate's heart pounded inside his chest. Already he saw the shadow of the figure standing in the doorway, standing there. A voice called out from the figure, "Hello?" The voice was feminine.

"Huh?" Nate incredulously huffed, and he made his presence known with a sound he made with his throat, as if he were clearing it. Instantly, the girl jumped and turned around, and punched him in the gut. Nate, utterly baffled of the surprise attack, fell on his hands and knees, gasping for air.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" the girl cried. "I get easily startled. Are you alright?"

Nate groaned, then responded, "Oh my soul is , but my body is not."

He turned his head up at her, before helping himself up. "I believe we've never met."

"My name's Patricia Claire Blazing. But please, call me Patrice."

Nate brushed off the wood chippings and dust on his shirt before making a formal introduction. "My name is Nate. Nate Timely."

In the sewers, Louie huddled in fear as he witnessed the undead masses staggering their way through the huge hole in the wall. There were dancing zombies, zombies holding screen doors, zombies riding or hanging onto balloons, and even a disco-punk zombie danced his way through. "Oh no oh no oh no oh no." Louie frenetically mumbled. The only response the zombies mumbled was "Brains?" Then Louie gave a yell of fear as the zombies approached him, with no way out for the poor soul. The noise of zombies groaning "Brains" grew ever louder.