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Ok so in this chapter they have to go to the medical centre, and I know in the programme its just next to their flat, but in this its at the opposite end of the street where the viaduct is. Also, I don't know if anyone will notice, but I've exaggerated the symptoms of Chelseas illness, because it takes about 3 weeks before symptoms would start to show, so had to alter it.
Peter: "Right, I need to speak to you all" he said seriously and stepped into the middle of the room. Everyone went quiet and looked to him, waiting to hear what he had to say.
Peter: "I need to go out there" he said and everyone looked to him in horror.
Chelsea: "No, Dad, you can't go out there, it isn't safe"
Rob: "Chelseas right, you can't go out there mate"
Peter: "I have to" he sighed, "Chelsea only has enough medication to last till tomorrow morning, so I need to get to the medical centre, the pharmacy in there will stock her meds"
Chelsea shook her head: "No Dad, I'll be fine without it, you can't go out there" she said and started to cry. Carla was sat on the couch, and Chelsea on the arm of it, Carla put her arm around Chelsea and pulled her in.
Peter knelt down in front of the seat and took her hand: "You and me both know that's not true, you know what you're like if you even miss just one dose. I'll be fine darling, you're old Dad is tough" he smiled trying to reassure her.
Steve: "I'm going with you then" he said.
Rob: "And me"
Peter shook his head: "Rob I need you to stay here, we need to make sure everyone is safe here ok"
He nodded and Steve spoke: "So, what's the plan?"
Peter: "We'll wait till morning, they tend to be most active at night, so it's too dangerous to go then. We need to make sure that its early morning though, when it's still a bit dark, we have more chance of being able to sneak past them"
"I'll take the hockey stick, and you can take bat that was brought over from my Dads, because I don't think we'll be able to make it along there without coming into contact with any of them. We'll take a phone with us so we can keep in contact. Rob, you need to lock the doors behind us and barricade it back up again, because we won't be back until the following morning when its safest to move again"
Rob nodded understanding his intructions: "Ok, but I have something for you's that will come in handy"
Peter looked at him confused as he walked over to his bag, after rummaging about for a while he pulled out a gun.
Carla: "What the hell?!"
Rob: "This is no time for lectures, I had it for protection and I've never used it, I'd rather they went out with this than just a bat and hockey stick"
Carla nodded knowing that she couldn't really argue with him, her husband and friend were safer with it than without.
Rob handed Peter the gun: "There's enough bullets to take out a fair few of them, but maybe to be safe, only use it in extreme circumstances. You know how to use it?"
Peter looked down at the gun: "Yeah I know what I'm doing, thanks Rob"
The day passed the same as the previous, quiet, tense. You could cut the atmosphere with a knife, no one knew what to say, was it acceptable for general chit chat in the situation they were in? No one knew, and no one tried.
Come 5am, Peter and Steve were ready to leave. They could only see two infected on the street, that had dwindled down from at least 12. Peter and Steve hugged each person in the flat, both of them as terrified as the people they were leaving behind. Chelsea was the last Peter came to and she held on to him tightly before Carla eventually prised her off him.
Rob let them out on to the street, and under their instructions, shut the door straight away and locked it again.
Steve and Peter stepped out onto the street and quickly crossed over and stood in the shadow of the nearest house. Peter looked around the corner and the two infected were still there, both trying to get into different houses.
Peter: "Right, I reckon we should just run to the medical centre, I mean they're fast, but not that fast" he said unsure of his words.
Steve: "Are you insane!" he whispered loudly trying not to shout at him, "No way would I manage that, maybe a shorter distance. What if we cut through the back gardens of the Websters, Windass' and Platts? That will take us out at underworld, we could run to the medical centre from there, we'd be further away from them too"
Peter stood for a minute thinking then nodded: "Yeah, come on"
The two made their way through each Garden and over each fence until they got to the Platts, both quietly and quickly without being seen. A voice caused both heads to dart to the window of the Platts house and they saw a small gap in the board that was covering it and seen a pair of eyes looking at them.
David: "Peter, Steve? What the bloody hell are you's doing?"
Peter: "We need to go to the medical centre to get medication for chelsea, are you all ok in there?"
David: "Yeah we're all fine, what about your lot?"
Peter nodded: "We're all fine, we need to go, be safe and good luck" he said to him.
David: "Cheers mate, to you too, good luck with this"
Peter and Steve continued on and were now at the side of Underworld.
Steve: "We just going to leg it then?" he asked.
Peter: "Yeah, on the count of three, two, one, go!"
The two started running towards the medical centre and were spotted by the two infected who ran towards them. As they got to the medical centre doors the two men pushed and pushed to force their way in but with no luck. Peter turned to find himself face to face with one of the infected. It was like everything was now in slow motion. He looked to him, his face was bloody and his mouth hung open exposing his teeth as blood dribbled down his chin and off it. Peter managed to kick him back before delivering a crushing blow to his head with the hockey stick. A sickening crunch was heard as he heard the end of the hockey stick shatter the skull. It screamed and Peter pulled back the stick and hit it again, and again, and again, until it lay lifeless on the ground.
Steve had managed to fight off the other one but it was still coming back for more until Peter pulled the gun and shot it straight through the forehead.
Between the scream and the gunshot, the noise had attracted more, out of each corner of the street came more infected. Steve and Peter ran round to the side of the center and managed to force open a window and climb inside before any managed to grab them. They shut the window and piled stuff up to keep the infected at bay. Peter pulled his phone from his pocket and quickly typed a message and swiftly put the phone back.
Back in the flat the phone was lay on the table, and each person was sat around staring at it apart from Carla who had been keeping watch out the window. The sound of a vibration filled the room and the phone lit up. Carla rushed over and read the text before smiling and sighing with relief.
Carla: "They got there safe"
In unison they all sighed and felt more at ease, though they wouldn't feel it totally until they knew Steve and Peter were back safe and sound.
Back in the medical centre Peter and Steve were stealthily making their way through the medical centre, getting to the front hall they noticed that the doors in had been barricaded.
Steve: "If they're barricaded, does that mean that someone else is in here?" he asked.
Peter shrugged: "Maybe, be quiet though just in case, we don't know what state they are in"
Steve nodded and followed him through the hallway, turning the corner they heard quiet voices coming from a room. Peter slowly grasped the handle and pulled it down, Steve had his arm back ready to attack in case they were confronted with the infected.
Peter pushed the door open quickly and the person on the other side went to swing for them.
Steve: "Woah, woah, woah! Stop, it's ok"
"Bloody hell, you bout gave us a heart attack, man am I glad to see you" he smiled and embraced Steve in a manly hug.
Steve: "What the hell are you's doing here?" he asked looking from Lloyd to Eileen.
Lloyd: "They got into my flat, I managed to escape but, they got Mandy" he said sadly.
Steve: "Aw bud, I'm so sorry" he answered shaking his head.
Lloyd: "I got out and ran, as I was running through the street Eileen was running from a hoarde of them, we ran in here. What about yous? Do you know if everyone is ok?"
Peter: "We have all my family, Steve and Michelle back at the flat"'
Eileen: "What are you's doing here?"
Peter: "We needed to get medication for Chelsea, she's almost out"
Eileen nodded, remembering about Chelseas condition.
Peter: "We're leaving tomorrow morning, daylight is here and its not safe. You's will come back with us"
Lloyd: "Mate you've already got a houseful"
Peter: "We'll make room" he said firmly and took a seat beside them.
Back in the flat everyone was feeling more relaxed knowing that Steve and Peter were safe.
The phone buzzed again and it was Michelle who picked it up this time.
Michelle: "They've found Lloyd and Eileen in the medical centre, they're going to bring them back with them"
Ken: "That's great news of more survivors, it's going to be a tight squeeze though"
Chelsea: "And that's two more mouths to feed"
Deirdre: "We'll make it work, we all need to pull together"
Everyone nodded in agreement, but each person had doubts in their minds. How long could they really survive there, it hadn't blown over yet, it was just getting worse.
Once again they all sat in silence, until Michelle eventually spoke.
Michelle: "Hey, how about we lighten the mood a little, if we sit like this all the time then we're just going to add depression to our list of problems" she said with a small laugh.
Carla: "What do you suggest?" she asked with eyebrows raised.
Michelle shrugged: "I don't know, get a board game on the go or something, Chelsea you're bound to have a few?"
Chelsea: "I'm not really in the mood to be honest"
Carla: "Chelsea, your Dad is fine, he'll be back with us tomorrow morning safe and sound, don't worry eh" she said giving her a reassuring smile.
Chelsea gave a small smile back and leaned her head onto her mothers shoulder, Carla kissed the top of her head and gave her a tight squeeze.
Carla: "Come on, you're normally on at us all the time to play games with you"
Chelsea looked to the rest of the people in the room.
Rob: "Go on kiddo" he smiled.
Chelsea walked off to her bedroom and Carla lowered her voice to the rest of them.
Carla: "You's don't mind do you's? I need to keep her mind off it"
Everyone smiled and nodded, assuring her they didn't mind.
Tracy: "It might be good to be honest, this sitting in silence with the constant worry is getting too much, something to take our mind off it will be good"
As Carla had suspected, Chelsea came back moments later holding Monopoly. It was her favourite game, although she got fat too competitive for Carlas liking when it came to it.
In the medical centre, Peter had made his way to find Chelseas medication, and returned back a while after with his arms ladled.
Lloyd: "You got them then?"
Peter: "I took the whole supply, I'm going to grab more stuff though, you never know when it might come in handy"
They got the stuff ready and packed together so that come morning they could leave when the time was right. Unbeknown to them, more infected had gathered outside as the day had went on, when the next morning came, the place was surrounded.
Peter text Carla to have a look and see if it was safe to move, but when she went to look, she knew there was no way they would get out.
Peter put down the phone: "Dammit! The place is crawling with them, theres no way we're getting out of here today"
Lloyd: "Don't worry mate, we'll get out tomorrow instead, we're safe in here"
Peter: "I know, its not that, one single dose missed and Chelseas symptoms will slowly start to appear, if I can get back tomorrow morning then it's fine, and it's only the one dose, but any more than that and she's going to end up ill"
Steve: "We'll get out tomorrow, they can't hang around that long"
But he was wrong. Two days later and they were still in there. Thankfully, there was vending machines in there so they managed to get food, but back at the flat Chelsea was suffering.
They had put the blow up bed out in the living room as she wouldn't stay in a room herself, and she lay on that, curled up into a ball, clutching onto her stomach in agony. They all rallied round, doing what they could but it was useless, she needed her medication. Carla sat at the side of the bed and tried to do what she could to comfort her, rubbing her back, speaking to her with soothing words, but it wasn't helping much.
Chelsea: "Mum, I think I'm going to be sick" she said sitting up.
Michelle: "Don't move, I'll go get a basin"
Just as Michelle put it down at the side of her, Chelsea heaved and started vomiting. Carla pulled her hair back and rubbed her back as Michelle got a glass of water.
Carla turned round to the rest of them: "We need to do something, if she goes any longer it's going to be seriously bad, and this is bad enough"
Rob picked up the phone and dialled for Peter, they had only been using there phones in the morning, and by luck, Peter had his phone on to send his daily text to ask if it was safe.
Rob: "Peter? Are you there?"
Peter: "Yeah I'm here mate, is it safe?" he asked.
Rob: "The numbers have dwindled slightly but there is still at least fifteen out there"
Peter: "We're going to have to wait longer then"
Rob: "That's the thing, Chelsea can't wait any longer"
Peter: "How is she?" he asked dreading the answer, he hated his girl suffering.
Rob: "She's not good mate, she's been in agony, and she's started being sick"
Peter let out a deep breath, he knew what this meant. When she was first diagnosed, she was so ill, and the doctors didn't know what was going on. She rapidly dropped weight because she was sick so much and couldn't keep anything down, after a while she stopped trying. Back then though, she was able to go to hospital and be fed through tubes and given the right medication whilst they figured out was wrong, but there were no hospitals now. He needed to get back.
Peter: "What are we going to do?"
Rob: "We need a distraction, to get them away so you's can get out"
Peter: "Well what kind of distraction?"
Rob: "Well, it's us they want, so I guess someone who isn't infected to go out and lure them away. I'm sure once they see me, they'll come after me"
Peter: "Wait, what? You? Mate you can't do that, they'll kill you"
Rob sighed: "They might, but I'm pretty fast, and I can't watch my neice suffer like this anymore, I have to do it"
Peter had no choice but to agree, Rob was right.
Peter: "Ok, when?"
Rob: "I'll leave in ten minutes, get to the front doors and be ready to open them and run as fast you can, I'll text you, as soon as you get it, then run"
Peter: "Ok. Mate, thank you, and good luck"
Rob: "Thanks, you too, you take care of my family eh"
Peter: "I won't need to, you'll be back, now come on, lets get this over with"
Rob: "Goodbye Peter"
Peter: "See you soon mate" he said and hung up the phone.
Rob looked around at all the faces staring at him.
Carla: "Rob, you can't go out there"
Rob: "I have to, and I'm going, I have five minutes and then I need to go"
Michelle started crying and flung her arms around him: "You come back to us"
Rob nodded and gave her a smile, trying not to let his emotions get the better of him, he knew this was the last time he would see them, and it tore him to pieces, but he had to do what was right by his family. Each person said goodbye and it came to Carla.
She pulled him in tight and let the tears flow freely: "I love you, and I can never thank you enough for doing this"
Rob nodded and took her face in her hands and rubbed the tears away with his thumbs: "Goodbye sis" he answered as he felt himself start to get overwhelmed. He went over to Chelsea and bent down, kissing the sleeping girl on her forehead, and whispering 'I love you' and letting a tear slide down his cheek. He stood back up and sniffed, wiping away the tear before turning around to face the others.
Rob: "Right, lets get this over with, Ken, can you let me out?"
Ken: "Of course" he said and followed him downstair to the front door as everyone in the flat broke down.
Rob stepped out and took a deep breath in before standing at the end of the street, directly opposite the hoarde of infected. He opened his mouth and shouted as loud as he could.
"COME ON THEN, COME AND GET ME!"
Ok that's all for this chapter, I was going to put more into this one but decided to cut it off there and start on the next chapter. You's know what to do if you's want an update, review, review, review :D
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