(Hey all! Yea, this is my second chapter, out rather quickly. I'm hoping to get an update up a lot, maybe even every other day, or several a day depending on how much I can write. I am in school right now, so there might be times when I do not post another part, bu I won't quit, this time!

Also, please, -please- review this story. I want to see what people think about this, so I can know what to focus on next chapter.

Also, I would like to say in advance, I have a different thought of how some Infected will react. If the way I describe it are like others, I am sorry. I am not trying to steal anyone's idea, I had decided how I wanted to use some Infected, when I was writing the first chapter.

And now, to the story!)

Chapter 2

(Tea's point of view.)

I opened my eyes slowly, looking around. I was on the ground, nearby a ladder to the roof. Looking around, I noticed the man, pulling on the trapdoor. What was his name, James? I coughed, and he spun around quickly. "Oh, it's you. Thought I heard a Smoker."

I glared at him, pushing myself to my feet. I still had my weapons...that was good. He finally opened the trapdoor, and pushed it open, climbing up. "Come on up, Kid!"

I was about to do such a thing, until suddenly I heard a growl. I froze, before turning to look behind me. I almost wish I hadn't. Someone was crouching in-front of me, but not for long, as they quickly pounced me to the ground. "AHHHHHHHH!" I yelled, trying to deflect the swipes the Pouncer tried to hit me with. Hearing no help coming from above, I let out a curse, before kicking the thing off of me. When it flew back, I pulled out my pistol and shot it in the head. Quickly getting up, I ran up the ladder, slamming down the door.

Looking around, I saw why no one had come to help me. That stupid James guy had fallen off the side of the roof, and the girl was trying to help him up. However, she seemed to be having trouble, as the two yelled at each other.

"Be more careful!" The girl yelled, trying to pull him up.

"It wasn't my fault that thing grabbed me!" James replied, trying to pull himself up.

"It wasn't a Smoker, so what are you talking about?"

I walked over, helping to pull him up. Brushing my hair out of my face, I let out a small breath.

The girl set a hand on my shoulder. "So you're the girl who was getting chased by that tank." She said softly.

I nodded.

"How old are you?" She asked, looking me up and down.

"Almost 15." I said, wincing as I shifted my position.

She looked at me, noticing the claw marks, as James stumbled and face-planted on the roof. "You're hurt!"

"Stupid Pouncer got me." I said, as she looked at my scratches. "I'm fine."

She nodded. "Well, my name's Emilia. I'm guessing James introduced himself already?"

I nodded again.

"Alright, then. What's your name?"

"Tea."

"Well then, Tea, welcome to the team." She smiled, walking me over to where James now sat cross-legged. "How good are you with a gun?"

(Insert time skip that isn't working here)

Later, we were sitting on the roof, the only light coming from a flashlight. "Looks like rescue isn't coming here..." James said, his arms crossed.

"Well, then we just have to leave." Emilia, who said to call her Emmy, said.

"Now? It's the middle of the night! If we leave now, who's to say we won't find a Witch, or something?"

I sighed as the two collage students argued, like they did most of the day. I put away my pistol on my side, taking my rifle into my hands. Walking over to the trapdoor, I tried to open it. I couldn't lift it. Oh well.

Seeing me, the other two walked over. "Fine, if we're leaving, then let's go." James said, lifting the hatch, then climbing down himself. Next, went Emmy, then me. Landing on the floor, I looked behind the ladder.

"Wait." I said, removing the device from the wall.

"What now?" James asked, shining the flashlight at me. Noticing me picking something up, he sighed. "Nevermind, I don't want to know." He turned, leading the way again.

Even in the short amount of time I saw the light on the object, I could read some of the writing. "Defib..." I whispered, before scooping a backpack off the floor, and throwing the device in it. I placed it on my back, once again holding my rifle.

Walking past a window, I heard a strange sound.

Splut.

I blinked, poking Emmy. "What was that?"

She kept walking. "What was what?" She asked.

I shook my head. "Nevermind."

We continued walking, getting out of the library, and down into the parking garage. I looked around, nervously, before I tripped over something. I heard a sort of yelp, and looked down, expected to see a dog of some sort. I wasn't planning on what I did see.

"Pouncer!"