As John watched, the firewoman finished off the dog with little trouble, and he turned his attention back abruptly, at the sudden appearance and taking of the cross by a young Native American man. He was confused for a second, and then said, [b]"Hey, what are you doing?" [/b], but quickly realized what was going on. Running over as the young man put down a female, who had recently turned, he heard the back end of what he said. Reaching over his shoulder to grab the cross gently, he took it from his hands, and comfortingly, said, [b]"It's alright young man, she's down."[/b] Patting his shoulder, he said, [b]"These are no more than shells, corpses. It is no sin to put them to rest."[/b] 

Another young voice came along with the sound of footsteps on the stairs, telling them that they needed to keep going up. Skeptical, John was about to speak up, when the firewoman frantically interjected. John nodded, as if what she said made sense. [b]"We can't keep going up, but we do need to get some distance between the hundreds of infected and ourselves."[/b] He turned to the stairwell and shouted, [b]"Erik! The plan has changed! We are only going up a few floors! Meet up with us on the third floor!"[/b] John would go, to try and keep the people from panicking.