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survive, people will be popping into the local cyber cafe for a wee hour if it was open?"
    Again, Robbie's vexation grew the more he spoke and the more Jack asked questions. Jack felt it was understandable. Like everyone else, he was frightened, perplexed and beleaguered that there was no support of any kind.
    "I'm just saying, that's all," Jack spoke defensively.
    Robbie smacked his lips together and bowed his head. Jack thought that that was the nearest he was going to get from Robbie as far as apologies were concerned, but it was something that didn't bother him, and something he didn't want to dwell on.
    "So do you want that ride or not?"
    Robbie smirked. "You bet. Please tell me you're parked in the hotel car park."
    Jack Slade shook his head, and gave off an apologetic enervated simper. "Afraid not. I'm parked at a NCP on Jamaica Street."
    "That's a few streets away."
    "Take it or leave it." Jack began to adjust himself, as if he was getting ready to leave.
    "Lucky I brought these from the kitchen with me. We might need them." Robbie took out two kitchen utensils: a carving knife and a cleaver. He handed the cleaver to Jack, who immediately put it into his belt.
    Jack tried an imprudent smile, but the moment he attempted it, his lower lip shimmered. "Shame."
    "What?"
    "You're a security guard. If we were in America you'd be carrying a gun."
    "And attract attention with the noise from gunshots. What good would that do? We're trying to avoid these things, aren't we?"
    "I don't even know what these things are. I just hope your God is looking down on us." Jack snapped, before opening the door.
    "Just because evil happens in our world, does not mean that God is neither in control, nor sorrowful." Robbie walked over toward the window and pulled back the netting, his eyes widened, then narrowed as if he was trying to focus on something in particular. He continued to glare and waggled his head.
    "What is it?" Jack was intrigued to know what it was that was disturbing the huge Glaswegian.
    "This is the kind of shit that's happening across the country." He gestured with his hand for Jack to go and take a look.
    Jack walked over toward Robbie in no hurry at all, and half-closed his eyes as he usually did when a tense moment was building in the horror movies he used to watch. His eyes opened carefully and he could see three people crouched over a poor individual who was wriggling around trying to get free. Jack reached for the handle and slowly opened the window, still transfixed on the scene that was occurring below him. As the window opened, the screams began to fill the room, they were horrific, and Jack was unaware that a grown man could make such a noise. The pain must have been indescribable. He shut the window tightly and looked at Robbie.
    "Are they... eating him?"
    Robbie nodded; his face was expressionless.
    "But..?"
    Jack couldn't find the words to finish his sentence, but Robbie understood the shock, as he felt the same when it first burst onto the television. The scenes of people being attacked on FOX and CNN were horrendous, although Robbie found it slightly funny in a black way that despite what was going on in the real world, he could still manage to find a comedy channel and watch Fawlty Towers, Cheers or The Big Bang Theory if one felt the urge.
    He obviously decided against it, and decided to see if people in the hotel were okay. He walked around the hotel, checking numerous doors for which he had the cardkey for all of them. Most people had already left the hotel; some stayed and there were three occasions that Robbie never received an answer and opened the door to see that the people that were staying had reanimated, and had probably caught the virus while out. How, he didn't know. Unless, they were attacked, bit or scratched by an infected rogue whilst out in the town, and then came back to the hotel as a safe refuge and feeling unwell. He didn't have the answers.
    This was a piece of information he didn't want