As soon as the four men had made it through the doorway, Sammy slammed the patio door shut. An audible click sounded over their panting and for a long moment they all eyed each other while they tried to catch their breath.
A wet slap jarred them back to reality when the man Rollie had fought pressed his bloody body against the door’s window.
“What the hell is going on?” Will demanded.
Jack looked up from where he sought to bind Diamond’s arm with a table napkin. “We’re in serious trouble. That’s what’s going on!”
Rollie only noted the woman he had helped rescue when she started talking. “My friend. He ate my friend. He ate HER!”
“I don’t have time for this,” Jack began, but when the other waitress rounded the corner, he said, “Raquel, take care of this woman.”
“Shouldn’t we make sure the front door is locked,” Will asked.
Strings of Raquel’s raven hair had already tumbled from her pony tail. “I already did when Sammy told me to.” She tried to comfort the woman, but she had broken into a high pitch keening.
“What about delivery doors?” Will asked.
Jack eyed Will who looked pretty determined despite his pink shirt and silly mohawk. A second later, he tossed Will a set of keys. “The bartender’s name it Andy, Get him to help you. Lock them up and then bring anyone in Scallywags back here.”
“Shouldn’t we just go home or something?” Sammy said.
Jack moved away from his moaning partner. “How many people do you have to back you up there? How secure is it? How much food do you have?”
“At least we have food here.”
Rollie spoke up. “What are you talking about? Sammy’s right. If there was some sort of chemical spill nearby, we should get away from here before we end up like him.” Rollie pointed back at the man banging on the window, but took a step further into the restaurant when he saw that two more hulking forms had joined the madman out there.
“Do you know of any chemical plants around here?” Jack asked while wiping blood onto his jeans. “For all you know you could be heading into more of a mess than you’re leaving.”
“So what we’re going to get all post-apocalypse in here?” Rollie asked as the much bigger man stared him down.
Jack answer was to put his foot through the seat of a wooden chair.
Rollie jerked back and then flinched when Jack tossed him a club sized chair leg.
The bouncer said, “I heard what Sammy said about not being able to reach to police.”
“Yeah, I’ve been trying too,” Raquel said, “and it’s not working.” The women with her had started to calm down and listen to what the others said.
“That means it’s not just happening here,” Jack said. “I’m not telling anyone what to do, but,” he jerked a thumb toward the door, “I wouldn’t be in a big hurry to go back out there until we learn a lot more about what is going on.”
Will returned to the dining area with the bartender and five other people. Only one was female, a skinny mouse haired girl who clung to her big boyfriend’s arm. Her boyfriend spoke first. “I’m Steve and this is Zoe. We heard screaming. Now the front door is locked. What the hell is going on?”
“We’re trying to figure that out,” Jack said.
Then Rollie heard a cracking. His head jerked back toward the patio. “Look out! They are breaking through the glass!”
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