Peter wasted no time. He leaped off the chair, rearing up and kicking through the glass the instant the death god shouted 'three'.

The pane collapsed completely. It threw Peter for a second before he remembered this wasn't some reinforced corporate building, it was a small town bookstore. And an old one at that.

Now that they were free, they were facing an open street, albeit one crawling with the undead. Peter couldn't even count how many there were, and if there were this many all over town, then it wouldn't take long to spread.

Brainy was still in the park. Alone and completely immobilized.

Peter turned frantically to Hinamori, shouting over the din of unearthly moans. "I have to go - my roommate, he's in a wheelchair!" He licked his lips, eying the corpses as they moved closer. "Do you - is there somewhere safe you can go?"