Houston

Before

     When Michelle escaped the bunker, the explosion only took about less than a 30 seconds. Just enough time for Howard to find the hidden exit & return Michelle a favor.
     He crawled outside, deformed & limping, towards his country farm house. His button up shirt, glued to his body, his perfect posture turned zombie-liked. Everything that was human to him, was now alien. He was a rampaging manic, thirsting for a familiar type of blood & fear. The same blood & fear that left him there to die in the explosion.
     There was a door hidden so well, not even anyone who saw it first would remember where it was. Only one who was capable enough of remembering the layout of the bunker. Only Howard knew about this & no one else.
     It was in Michelle's room when she was well-run & not rebellious. He went to the wall where the left side of the mattress lay & pushed it in & it clicked out open.
     The fire was eating & gobbling everything it touched, including its catheter.
     The other side of the wall-door had a lock on it & it was hanging there, waiting for it to do its job. He closed it as fast as he could & locked it. Miraculously, the door & that wall was fire-proof. But he still kept toward the outside door & came to a halt. He looked at the big room to find an approved hazmat suit, better than the one Michelle made.
     He felt & heard the explosion to his right & the heat was strong. It stung his burnt side a little, like Germ-X on a cut.
     He fixed himself up & his appearance was less disturbing. Still, his posture was unable to keep up with his body. He was a good-looking zombie.
     "Michelle... Michelle... MICHELLE!" He yelled rasply.