You've been infected, Larry died, Sally is killing everyone in the apartment and you can't take it. Now you're standing at the edge of the roof after sending Sal an apology voice-mail, now scratching at your face as you stare down at the grass. You feel helpless and weak.

As you stare down, you don't realize Sally is only a couple stairs down running up to the roof. He has his phone clenched in his hand with a knife in the other, blood splattered on his prosthetic face mask.