Board Thread:Talkplays/@comment-5142578-20141021025856/@comment-5142578-20141027020255

Frost got up and checked to see if his sister was alright. After a quick glance over, he concluded that no physical harm came to her.

"W-what was that??" Crystaline asked, unnerved by the event.

Frost looked out the window on the side of the building to see the car that had hit the café before plowing into several other cars in the parking lot. "Someone lost control of their car, it seems." Frost answered. "Stay here, I'm going to see if he's alright." The gray wolf exited through the front door and headed towards the car wreck. When he got there, he saw that the person in the car was a construction worker of some sort. He cautiously approached the driver side window and peered in. "Are you alright?" he asked.

The driver, a reddish colored fox of some sort, shook his head. "My leg..." he moaned.

Frost opened the door to help the driver out. When he opened it, he saw that the accident had caused the some metal to drive itself into the construction worker's leg, pinning him to the seat. "I'll call an ambulance." Frost said.

"No!" the worker shouted, starting the wolf for a moment. "You don't understand. You can't bring 'em! Flashing lights will attract more of 'em!"

"Calm down." Frost said, "What are you talking about?"

"M-me and my crew were attacked at the construction yard." the worker began, stopping to grimace in pain. His breathing was starting to get more rapid and shallow. "When, out of nowhere, Jeremy screams as someone tackles him to the ground. The guy then starts tearing out Jeremy's guts and eating 'em! When I grabbed a lead pipe and swung it at him, I saw that he looked like he had been dead for days!" he then coughed up some blood.

"The police that drove by earlier must have been heading there." Frost concluded, half to himself.

"Yeah." the worker said. "But that ain't the worst of it. A minute or so later, Jeremy gets up and staggers towards one of the other guys. He was moaning like that... that thing that had started eating him. Jeremy got bit one of the workers, and the commotion started drawing more of those things. Bill called the police, and... and I ran to my car to get the hell outta there."

Frost almost couldn't believe what he was hearing, but he also knew that such a thing would explain why so many squad cars had passed the café minutes earlier.

"And, while I was driving," the worker continued, "One of those things walked across the street. I lost control after hitting it." He then grabbed his leg and grunted. "Gah, it hurts!"

Frost took a second look at the driver's leg. "Looks pretty bad." he said.

The driver looked up at Frost before his face displayed a look of horror. "BEHIDN YOU!" he shouted.

Frost turned around just in time to see someone try to grab him. The person looked like he had been dead for at least a few weeks, and was already starting to decay. He even smelled dead. Frost quickly sidestepped the thing, causing it to instead lunge at the driver. The driver screamed in terror and agony before his cries were cut short.