Dean didn't know what to say. Houses stood in flames and people were running everywhere. It seemed like they didn't know why themselves. And of course he also saw the ghouls who were feasting on some humans. Immediately Dean ran inside and shouted: 'Every person who has arms, take chairs and tables and barricade the fucking door!' Nobody moved. Well so Dean had to try again: 'If you do nothing you are all going to die and now move, move!' And so they obeyed. The kids stayed behind the women and the men to the front. When they came near the ghoul they slowed down but at the end they did their job. While the men were doing their job Dean, Larah and Sark gathered together around the man whose hands were blood stained. Dean kneed before him. Meanwhile Sark leaned towards Lara whispered: 'I heard you speaking with him before. Seems like you knew each other before. Was he always like that? Like some minutes ago he told me he was beaten by someone, but well. That's hard to swallow now!' Larah smiled. 'He was always like that. But the moment you really need him he turns to the most reliable man I know. Well, he only needs to realize that himself!' Dean was engaged in a conversation with the man when the man suddenly started scratching his shoulders. The shirt was ripped at that place and revealed a bite mark. Dean helped him up and took him to the bar where a woman was distributing water. One of the woman approached Deana and asked: 'Why did you order us to barricade the door? Are there more of them outside there?' That question introduced silent. Here and there gulps would break this silence but nobody dared to utter another word. Even the man stopped in their work, awaiting an answer from Dean and that answer came: 'Yes! For now the best thing to do would be to wait here!' 'And then what?', a man asked, putting down the table. 'How long will we wait here? I've consumed dozens of movies where shift like this happens and I know one thing! Staying too long at the same place is suicide. It's just a matter of time till something from the outside gets in here. Like bro, this cheap barricade wouldn't even be able to keep a child or granny outside!' Dean was eft baffled, his heart thumping and the sweat wouldn't stop gushing down his face. The pressure even increased when everyone started giving him gazes. Larah stormed to the front and hushed the women away from Dean. 'If one of you think he has a better idea, then step forward! You are not forced to stay here. Leave if you want. When that monster was attacking us what did you all do? Exactly, so shut up!' She turned to Dean and her voice became soft, lovely. 'Thank you, for saving me, Dean!' Dean put on an awkward smile and scratched his head. 'I should thank you, Larah. Damn can't remember that I, dumped you! I dumped you? Damn how dumb was I?' Larah puffed her cheeks and crossed her arms, nodding to Dean's statement. Well their nice moment was interrupted by the man's coughing. His arms weren't the only thing which were red anymore. His eyes too had turned red and his eyes had started bleeding. The man dropped to his four and wiggled his body in a weird way. Here and there a bestial groan would escape his mouth where teeth were growing to fangs. The women at the bar grabbed the children and ran towards the men who had gathered near the door where the ghoul still laid. Well he was dead and the other man who was turning was still alive. Sark was already pointing his gun at the man whose skin slowly turned dark. Dean decided to retreat and as he did Larah followed him. So everyone just stood there, watching the man turn. For their luck there was one sane person in the bar, a woman who called after Sark: 'You, the barkeeper, just shoot the man. Can't you see his turning into a fucking monster?' But Sark waited and when the ghoul let out a shriek he reflexively shot and with that blew the man's head off. He dropped dead. The woman who had proved herself sane was not as sane as everyone thought for next she pointed at Dean and ordered: 'Now kill him. He was too long next to that man and I think he even touched him. He must be infected. So, kill him!' The people behind that woman simply nodded and approved of that sane woman's proposal. Dean intervened with a rather loud voice: 'I saw his shoulder. He was bitten. Maybe that's why he turned. I mean that dead person there didn't turn but only because he wasn't bitten. I only see scratch wound on him!' The sane person rode to her defense: 'How can you be 100% sure that's the case? Worst case scenario we let you live and you turn into a monster yourself. Then what? You kill us? Hahaha, that's what you want, to kill us and then before you kill me you will kiss me and do more things with me!' (Random man: The fuck woman! You mental?) (Random woman: Oh yes , nice. I also want that!) Sark couldn't listen to that bullshit anymore and pointed his gun at the allegedly sane woman who reacted by pointing her finger at Sark. 'I knew it! They all want to do things with me! You nasty bunch!' Headshaking Sark gave Dean the gun. Then he leaped over the bar and removed a black bag from underneath the table he then also threw at Dean. 'Dean this bunch of people are lost. Better we try our luck outside and seems like if you stay here any longer they will sooner or later kill you and I wouldn't even be surprised if that crazy woman were to rape you!' The moment Sark had said that he noticed Larah's grimace. Smiling he turned to her. 'Larah, you look promising. Are you coming with us?' Larah gazed to Dean who gave her a look and grinned. Sark jumped over the bar and took the bag from Dean. 'We are taking the backdoor since the front was cheaply barricaded!' He gave the group a last look and with a grin he moved on. Larah and Dean tagged along . Again the sane woman couldn't shut up: ‚Yes go and never come back!' She was black haired and built rather small
