Huddy Bolly get's visibly bluer, stating that he doesn't trust planes, but The king hushes him up and they all drag him out into the hallway, taking a back maintenance hallway out a backway of the concert, to an empty parking lot.
The people are goin' crazy, there's no doubt about that and The King's brilliant reasoning is that it must be the necrosis, it must've gotten out, showing that he and nobody else knew what necrosis actually was. This place was a bit in the middle of nowhere, so there was a landing strip out several hundred yards away, the only way to it would be through tons of crazies, The King leading the Queen they begin to put lead into the crowd, before realizing that shooting at thousands of insane people isn't the best idea, and there's nowhere to hide.
They start becoming circled, and the ammo is running thin, most people result to using their weapons as clubs, Finatra deciding that it's time to kick some faces in with his "Fine crafted white and black, two-tones."
Survival doesn't look very good, when Huddy stands up, raises his guitar and starts playing, and playing it good. In his mind, at least. What occured next was him slapping on a head in a guitar, when everyone watched horrified, but to the minds of the insane, a solo not meant for this world was being played, causing most of them to start attacking eachother rather than the sane. Though not without a cost.
Each string that was plucked, the most Huddy's sanity became lost, forcing the survivors to drag him off to the strip, while he continued to still smack on his head-guitar.