The thing staring at its sword like it might have the answers to all of life's questions was the only reason that Harvey was able to regain his balance and maneuver out of the way before it attacked again.

Sangamon had a point. With the face covered in bandages (and what hid under them looked like a skull, a sight that made his blood run cold), it was pretty clear that it was either a zombie or one of the transformed patients. Seeing how no one had really had much reason to be around Doyleton lately, the latter seemed more likely.

He hadn't expected to get caught up in this, especially when it didn't even involve them. Sangamon stepped forward to attack, but Harvey didn't know what they were waiting for. They had an easy way out of here. "Let's just put on the bracelets!" he yelled to Sangamon as he clutched his bleeding arm with the opposite hand. At this point, he didn't care if Scott was running late. It seemed idiotic to stay here and fight a losing battle when they had a getaway option burning holes in their pockets.