That's when Owen made a run for it and up the ladder he went, closing it and running off in some direction into a building to hide. Owen took a moment to catch his breath, coughing a bit before getting himself together. Owen walked out of the store that he was hiding in before he went to look for Brian. "Brian?" Owen called out, suddenly a chilling screech echoed through the streets, a high pitched non-human scream mixed with a human one. "Help me!" Owen heard where the sounds and the blood-curdling screams were coming from, he looked down the street and saw an open manhole, thinking 'oh shit' as he looked down and what he saw was a nightmare.
The creatures were crawling over Brian who was shaking and crying, blood-covered him as Brian tensed up when one of them ripped off his arm, blood squirting up onto Owen's face since Owen was in close range. Brian was still crying as he looked directly at Owen, his eyes pleading. Owen couldn't save him from the creatures, he couldn't stand looking at him. He tried to shoot at the creatures, but the bullets only did minimum damage and they only killed the baby creatures. He sighed in defeat, watching Brian get ripped to shreds, listening to his pleads and cries before he just shot him right in the head to end his misery and he almost immediately went still and the screams stopped. The creatures dragged him away by the leg into the darkness of the sewers, sending shivers down Owen's spine.
Owen saw that the creatures had left behind Brian's bag, and his glasses. He took a deep breath as he set down his own bag beside the lid, and as quietly as he could, he climbed down the ladder, thinking that the creatures would be too busy with Brian to notice him. As gently as he could, he put his feet on the concrete, taking the bag, putting Brian's blood-stained shattered glasses in his front pocket. Owen wasn't paying attention to his surroundings as one of the babies crawling on the ceiling screeched, alarming the others, the baby jumped on him as Owen shot it, getting up as he climbed up the ladders quickly. The others turned and looked at him for a second, their faces covered in what he could only assume was Brian's blood, before all of them screamed in unison. As Owen climbed up the ladder, one of the things grabbing his foot, and almost biting it off. Owen shot it as it fell back on the ground, the others tried to get him. After getting up the ladder after what seemed like forever he closed the lid, breathing heavily as the lid moved a bit from the monsters trying to open it, moving a heavy piece of concrete onto it to keep it shut. The creatures were screaming and scratching at the lid as the creatures tried to get the lid open.
A mix of emotions came over Owen, confused if he had done the right thing or not, he knew his friend would kill him. He just stared at the lid, the guilt settling in as he got up from the ground. "You did the right thing," a man said, making Owen jump and turn around, aiming his gun at whomever it was, relaxing when it was just Mason. "Yeah...I guess, I just can't help but feel sorry for him. He should've lived longer, I shouldn't have let him run off like that, I'm a cop, It's my job to protect people.." He says with a sigh, putting his gun in his holster, running a hand through his messy hair. "I have something that'll help get your mind off of it," Mason said, making Owen raise an eyebrow. "And what would that be?" Owen asked before Mason took his hand and started walking in the direction of the nearest liquor store, Owen deciding not to complain, even though he really didn't feel like drinking.
"I'm not drinking. Mason, we're in a fucking apocalypse, we don't have time to drink." Owen says, deciding to complain anyways. " Oh come on, you're tense, you need to let loose a little. I hear by declaring you temporarily off duty." Mason says with his head held high, walking into the shop as he got an old bottle of whiskey that was behind the bar, as well as a bottle of scotch, and tequila. "Pick your poison," Mason said, a small smile on his face as he watched Owen. "I'm assuming you won't let me decide against this so fine, but, if you try anything I won't be afraid to tase you," Owen says. Owen hadn't drunk a day in his life, hesitantly grabbing the bottle of whiskey, smelling it which made his nose scrunch up, making Mason chuckle.
"You're not a drinker are you?" He asked, finding a bottle of vodka that was in a cupboard, opening it, brushing the dust off of the lid before drinking some of it.
"Well, I'm drinking, I'd rather pass out and forget about everything that happened today. I just thought you wanted to do the same." Mason says, slightly disappointed that he didn't have a drinking buddy, it made him feel lonely. After the first couple hundred years of being alive everything got boring pretty quick, Mason never even bothered to try and find someone to be with, because he was scared. Mason was scared of them dying, or getting killed because of the life he lived in. Mason just kind of sat there, drinking, thinking. Occasionally glancing over at Owen, a sigh leaving him before drinking some more.
"I guess a little bit of drinking won't hurt," Owen says, finally deciding to fuck it as he downed a bunch of it only to go into a coughing fit, making Mason go into a fit of laughter, "oh my god that is actually the funniest shit I've seen in a long time," Mason says, earning a glare from Owen who was still coughing. "Fuck you." Owen coughed, after a moment he finally collected himself. "Mhm, no, I'm good," Mason says with a chuckle at his own joke before drinking more. "Well, I am going to get some sleep so goodnight," Mason says before downing what was left of the bottle. "I think I'm good..I'll just uh, stay up and guard," Owen replied, Mason, giving a small nod before he turned and left to the staff lounge where there was a couch and just laid down and fell asleep.
Owen went into a dark place once Mason left somewhere, drinking from the bottle slowly just like Mason had said. Owen just couldn't stop thinking about Brian, his face, how the creatures ripped off his limbs and scooped his eyes out with their long tounges. The thought made Owen shudder in disgust as he took another drink, he kept drinking for what seemed like hours, thinking that that should've been him instead. After a few hours, Owen was completely shitfaced and filled with guilt. He stumbled around the dimly lit building, trying to find Mason. He found a room, seeing Mason asleep in the bed, taking note of how peaceful he looked. Nonchalantly Owen as quietly as he could lay down next to him, somewhat staring at him-but trying not to be creepy. "What do you want?" a tired Mason murmured while he was still asleep. "I was lonely; I just want to be with someone..I'm not exactly used to sleeping alone," Owen said, looking at Mason who was now staring back at him.