In Hiding: A Survivors Journal of the Great Outbreak by ichael Elliott Page A

when Paul stepped forward, stood over Bruce’s body on the floor and pulled
out his pistol. He pointed it right for Bruce’s head and began to whisper
something under his breath just like he had before. The one thing we had
learned from everything was that a bullet to the brain seemed to be the one
thing that made these things stay dead. I guess we should have acknowledged
that they were more like zombies earlier then we did. Kill the brain and kill
them.

 
    As
Paul prepared to fire his shot the screaming began. The others were pleading
for him to stop and show some compassion. He kept trying to tell them to stay
back while he did what he needed to do. He never took his eyes off of Bruce and
that was why he never saw Anne coming up from behind him. She physically tried
to grab the gun out of his hands and she wasn’t going to give up easily. Paul
tried to keep the gun pointed at Bruce but Anne was making it increasingly
difficult. That was when he pushed her away with one of his arms sending her
falling back into the cage. He hadn’t pushed her that hard, but she lost her
footing and it ending up looking a lot more violent then it actually was.

 
    That
was when it all went to hell. After seeing that, Ray and Adam charged over and
grabbed a hold of Paul. As they were wrestling Paul dropped the gun on the
floor. Cody was trying to help Paul, yelling out to everyone what had happened
downstairs and explain to them why he was doing what he was doing. But nobody
was listening. Ray may have already understood that, but he was trying to
subdue Paul after what he believed to be an act of aggression against a
woman.   Kerri was trying to yell
something over to me, but I couldn’t hear her over all the shouting.

 
    The
pushing and yelling continued until I heard Shannon scream. That was when
everyone shut up. Bruce had started to move again. He was shaking violently on
the ground almost as if he was having a seizure. Shannon thought he had
regained consciousness and that his convulsions were a just a sign of him
waking up. She tried to rush to his side but before she got too close Cody
grabbed a hold of her by the waist and pulled her back.

 
    Paul
was frantically searching along the floor for the gun but was struggling to see
through the maze of legs. He was down on his hands and his knees shouting for
everyone to help him find it. I could see Bruce was no longer shaking. He was
starting to lift himself slowly off the floor. I started searching, trying to
help Paul find the gun before it was too late.

 
    That
was when I saw Trevor push his way through the crowd still holding that fire
axe in his hands. I could still see Scott’s blood on the blade as he made his
way past me. He moved in close and without hesitation he brought the axe down
into the top of Bruce’s skull. Then just for good measure he did it once more.
I didn’t know what to make of it at first. As he pulled the axe out of Bruce’s
head there was very little doubt that he was dead. That was when Trevor turned
around and glared at every one of us with an incredibly intense look in his
eyes.

 
    He
told us that there was no more room for hesitation and that anything that could
take three bullets to the chest and keep coming wasn’t human anymore and never
would be again. It had become us or them from that point on and there was no
saving them, there was no cure and whether it used to be a friend or it was a
complete stranger, man or woman, Zed was Zed and they were dangerous. The fact
of the matter was that he was right.

 
    I
had only known Trevor for a few days at that point and my initial impression
had me convinced that he didn’t have that in him. But then I really didn’t know
any of these people all that well. A few simple introductions and a couple of
quick conversations wasn’t enough for me to know who these people really were
or what they were capable of. I know one thing however. Trevor was never really
the same after that day,