Brandon Feversham heard a popping sound where no popping sound should be, and registered a strangers tone in his house, but he had a hard time shaking the webs of fitful sleep.  By the time the man was on his feet and stumbling through the flat for light, there was a commotion of popping sounds down in the store below.  He tried the door that went from the flat to the store, but of course it was still locked.  Still in pajama bottoms and bare feet Brandon slipped and tripped down the outside stairs and through the door of the shop.  He hardly noticed how the snow seemed to burn his feet until he was standing inside in the relative warmth again, blinking sleepily, a tiny bit of blood leaking through the side of his shirt where he'd nearly impelled himself with the door jam on the way out. 

Well. He'd thought it was a tiny bit of blood.  He checked it again, because there was blood here on the floor too...

“Trama unit required for female, twenties. AB positive blood type. 2 liters of blood lost. Possibly more. Severe damage to limbs, major arteries missed as well as torso and ribcage, major organs missed. Pulse Rate...150. Pressure low,

That's when Brandon realized fully what he was looking at.  The woman shivering and thrasing there on the floor, and Justin's...cousin?  His land lord staring at her in horror.  Any bit of color Brandon had left in his face drained away.  "My god." He said, and nothing else.