When the music stopped, when there was a pause long enough for him to get free, the good doctor bolted. He tried to help a woman get free, she'd looked whole from the back, but when she turned, she was missing a good chunk of her face. He tried not to look to hard at the rest of her. No matter how much he had seen in his short lifetime, he'd never forget that face.
He didn't know how long he was going to run, where he was going to run, if any place was safe. All he knew was that if he ran, he could get away. Obviously, Simon had never seen a zombie movie. They never stopped; they just kept coming. Simon could only hope...
He came to a full and rather dangerous stop. Chinese curses flew, mostly aimed for Hannibal and any offspring he might have. They'd created this; no, Hannibal had created it. No. Simon knew they never should have started, or at least, there should have been better safe guards, something. Yet, he'd gone along with torturing an undead-
"Mmmm." The sound broke Simon's train of thought; it was disturbing in more than one way. Nothing like a dessicated male moaning at someone to give them the jeebies.
Simon was on the run again. He really was going to have to start working out; it'd make dealing with apocalypses much easier.