the diseased townsfolk surround the little store on all sides. they screech.
the diseased townsfolk wail and slap their hands on the walls, almost rhythmically, like some tribal ritual. some push on the doors.
the face-sawed man backs away from the hole, clutching his bleeding eye.
the diseased townsfolk have all gathered on one side of the building now, putting all their efforts into tearing down one door. some have even climbed onto the roof above it, curling off the gutter and roofing overhead.
bill follows her. two diseased people appear, screeching and running toward them. bill shoots them both. and he makes a break for it, running as fast as he can across the street.