Survivor, male adult: It's like I said since this whole thing started, ghosts can't be trusted. But does anyone listen to me? Obviously not.
Survivor, male adult: It was weird, man. A bunch of us got herded together by some really aggro ghosts. Pushing us around, hitting us, that kind of stuff. Then they sit us all down at the amphitheater and this huge orchestra of ghosts starts playing "Take It Easy" by the Eagles. Like, heavy metal guitarists and glam rock singers and big band stand-up bass players and a New Orleans drumline. Surprisingly, it wasn't awful, and I hate the Eagles. If anyone tried to leave, the ghosts that brought us there—some wiseass thought it was funny to call the band the Hateful Dead, and we started calling the bouncers the Hell's Angels—they would swoop over and push them back in their seat. These guys just wanted someone to listen to them play. Like I used to play in a band, I get it. But did they have to be so rude about it? They really kept the riffraff out of the show so I guess I gotta give 'em that.
Survivor, male adult (crowd interview): How am I feeling? What do you think? I just watched my whole… G.D. family die. How am I feeling. How am I feeling! You really need to find another line of work, you know that? I'm done. This is done.
Survivor, male child: It was scary. My mommy died. It hurt real bad, I cried a lot.