The Walk to Belgium.
Will knew it would be a long time before he got into Belgium, and he didn't know if he would even get there before becoming infected. He had done well so far, but at any moment he could get ambushed by hundreds of them, and he'd be dead. That's why he was as quiet as he possibly could be, always had his sword in hand, and was wearing severe padding to protect him. Will wore a heavy ski coat, thick overall ski pants, a ski mask and goggles, with some gloves on; Underneath the ski gear, Will was also wearing regular clothing so he felt that he was as protected as he could possibly be.
Then he had to test it out.
An Infected ran at him from behind a dumpster at full force, screaming loudly and hissing as he made his way to Will. Will made his stand and hacked down the man who attacked him, and soon more came. He stood and waited for them, but he could barely see because of the dark night and his goggles were shaded. Three of them were running at him. He did his best to cut them down as he had the first, but they were faster. He swung his sword at the first and caught it by the throat. Putting that infected attacker out of commission, Will swung at the second and third. When Will swung his sword one of the Infected ducked the swing and charged again.
Will was surprised by this infected man's cunning. He thought the Infected were nothing but mindless, rabid animals. He didn't hesitate to come back around a little lower the second time, though, and caught the man between the ribs. Will pulled his sword out of the man's side and hacked into his neck. At that time the third Infected hopped onto Will's back, screaming her rage at him. Will was caught off balance and could suddenly feel the woman biting him through the scarf he had wrapped around his neck. It was thick enough so that she couldn't penetrate, however the pressure of the bite still hurt and Will cried out in pain.
He grabbed the woman by her hair and tried to pull her off. He failed to do so, however, and only ripped out the hair he had a hold of. She began clawing at Will and pulled him down to the ground. When she let go, he looked up and saw that she got off just to get into a better position over his front. She straddled Will and tried to rip at his mask. He was having a difficult time with her, and couldn't stab her because he dropped his sword. Will tried to get a grip on her wrists, and head butted her in the nose when he finally did. This knocked the woman back to the ground, and Will finally managed to get his sword back. He stood up and she charged in at him again. He met her charge with his sword in her chest and pushed her to the ground.
While on the ground, the infected woman tried to scream out at him, but she lost her breath in doing so. She continued to hiss and claw up to him, but he held her down to the ground with his sword jutting up from her right breast. Will frowned at the woman from beneath his mask and kicked up at her chin as hard as he could, breaking it out of place, and twisting her head around so sharp that it broke her neck.
The night went quiet once again.
Will looked down at the two men he just killed, and the woman lying dead at his feet. Who were they? What did they do in life? Would Will have gotten along with them if he had known who they were before the infection. Will didn't doubt that they may have once been good people, but he didn't want to think about that. He wasn't killing good people just then; he was defending himself from mindless animals that would have torn him apart. These creatures had no soul, they were no longer human. Who they once were had died the moment they became infected and Will couldn't feel bad about that.
But he did try to keep his presence unknown as he made his way through the night. The Paris streets were now dangerous and he had to keep going through them. Paris once looked radiant at night, and he used to marvel at all the city lights. Now, with the lights turned off, it looked menacing to him and he just wanted to leave. Will thought about a warm bed, a cup of tea and a long night with nothing to do.
He was tired before he came home, now he had to walk to another country. It was going to be a long time before he had the comforts he desired. At least the night was cold and the ski gear was keeping him warm. When he first put the gear on, he thought he would overheat. The night was cold enough that he was comfortable with what he had on. He had to look at the positives of the situation he was in.
So Will quietly and cautiously crept through the streets of Paris and remained unnoticed. He thought back to that baby in the tunnel. Was it still crying? Had an Infected killed it? No, for some reason the Infected didn't kill their own. Maybe it was true when they say misery loves company, and if that was the case, that child had to have been the most miserable and pathetic form of life in all of Paris. Will was sure the child was still lying there with its mother's dead arm over it, screaming in the dark at its own fear and fury.
Goosebumps crawled all over Will as he thought of the screaming and how eerie it would have been to be alone with it in that dark tunnel. He should have killed the baby when he had the chance. Put it out of its misery. Then Will thought about what that child would have amounted to had the infection not spread. What would the baby have become? What good or wrong was that child capable of in the next 20 years? Will quietly continued down the Paris streets thinking about it. He couldn't get the baby's screaming out of his head.