The next morning our trio awakens and begins their trek out into the world with a warm beer. After breakfast they peek out of their hiding spot and find the fifth floor of the parking garage devoid of life and unlife alike. They close their door again and go to turn on the generator. Once power is restored to the parking ramp they begin watching the cameras. The top three floors look empty and while there are a handful on the first three there are considerably less than the night before.
The Jeweler and VP watch on the camera as the Writer’s mini-van bursts to life and tears out of its parking space. The van slides sideways and slams its side into the rear-end of a car across the row. The VP jogs out of the security room and waves down the Writer. The Writer, spotting the VP, slams his foot down on the gas and brings the van speeding towards the hallway the VP is peaking out of.