ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE on SKY ISLAND

[Order]

David kept his eyes locked on his escape, casually shuffling past the conflict nearby. The child-assulting woman stumbled back into him and David knew he should have just pressed against a wall. Hindsight, however enlightening, would not change his present path. One of the guards glanced over, did a double-take, gritted his teeth and thrust a pistol up and forward, sighted on David's chest. The nervous techie didn't hear what the guard said, but he understood fully. He immideately took two steps back and raised his hands to shoulder height.
"Whoa, there's no need for that." David had a little expirience with rifles and almost none with pistols. He did, however, know how to tell if a safety is on or off. This gun was most asureadly unsafe. The blood drained quickly from David's fingers in response to the danger. His heart pounded steadily. Trying his hardest to find something to say, David's thoughts were dominated by the realization he needed to urinate badly.
"I, uh... I need to use the restroom is all." The guard blinked, pistol still leveled. David saw the thoughts swirling in the gaurds head, of course someone would need to eventually. David just needed to ensure that the guard didn't take it as a bluff.
"Is there a bathroom? Or, have you designated a corner inwhich I should do my business?" David's tone became sarcastic and accusing in response to the guard's obvious loss for words. The nervous techie fired off as much as he could before the guard could inevitably collect his thoughts and counter,
"Is there a bucket? Do I even get toilet paper, or should I just go ahead and sacrifice my shirt as long as my dignity will be long gone anyway!"
There were gasps from the withdrawn crowd and a few scattered noises of agreement. David stood alone, at gunpoint with his hands up and chest pushed out in defiance. It may have been a rushed descision, but David knew either he would get away from that miserable room, or the guard would attempt to detain him. Whichever happened, David was prepaired to stick a tiny, razorsharp screwdriver or tweezers in throats, eyes and stomachs if he had to. But only if there would be no other option.
David's face shifted from gritted teeth and defiance to a sigh of impatience.
"I really need to go, can you make up your mind already?"

[Imposter]

Archie's fist had connected and he quickly looked over his hand making sure he hadn't damaged such a beautiful piece of man hand. It was during this time all the crazy stuff went down and now he found himself separated from the others by a guard.

He took a step forward and his body seemed to loom over the guard with his gun only half raised. Archie smiled flirtatiously at the guard and than looked over him at the rocker guy. Truth be told the whole incident was getting a little out of hand and Archie still wasn't quite sure if this was a commercial or not.

'Oi, Oi, Oi! Officer we aren't causin' any troubles. No sir, none at all. Ain't no need to get all agressive. Can't you be like your friend here??'

Archie's voice seemed quite loud amidst everything going on and his accent was quite thick. He stood over the unsure guard pointing at him as if to clarify which guy he was talking about.