I Finally got my chance to be in the women's that bathroom. All five stalls were completely booked except one and that one is mine to finally use.

I went and used it and went to go wash my hands when I looked in the mirror. The first night I came here I did the very same thing but I had blood all over my face, Stephen's blood.

I remember washing it off and crying while doing it. I know this may sound crazy but I cried harder when his blood washed away, it felt like that was all I had left of him and it just went down the drain.

My thoughts were snapped when another girl came out of the stall and used the sink next to me. I splashed some water on my face and walked out the bathroom letting another female use their turn.

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Thomas Russell was walking down the corridors of the football stadium on his way to the Lieutenant's office.

And when I say office I mean the commentators box that overlooks the field.

He comes up to the door of the lieutenants make shift office. There was a soldier guarding the door with his gun slung over his shoulder by the strap.

The soldier knocks on the door and hears the scruffy voice of the Lieutenant saying to come in. He opens the door for Thomas and he walks right in.

Thomas walks in and notices fisher standing next to a desk with his hands behind his back and sitting in that desk is their commander, a semi overweight man with grey hair...well what's left of it anyways.

"Ah, Private Russel. I been expecting you, Have a seat" He says motioning one hand to the chair in front of his desk.

"Yes sir" He takes the seat in front of the desk.

"I'm sure you know Private Fisher"

"Yes sir, of course" Thomas replied. He knew him well actually. He was close with his brother ever since they got stationed at the stadium. That's why this meeting was starting to making him a little nervous.

"What's this all about?"

The Lieutenant gets up from his chair and walks past Fisher and closer towards Thomas. Standing in front of him and leaning back on his desk while placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Son, there is no easy way for me to say this" The older Russell was starting to tense up.

"Fisher and your brother Mark were out doing their rounds today and...well they came across some trouble"

"Is Mark alright?" He said switching his gaze back and forth between the both of them.

"They were under attack by a horde"

"Is Mark alright!?" He said with his face a little bit redder now.

"They were heavily outnumbered" He continued on.

"IS MARK ALRIGHT!?" This time Thomas shouted while standing straight up from his chair.

The lieutenant gave him a look of sympathy.

"No son, he didn't make it... I'm sorry"

He held back all his emotions the best he could, he fought back all the tears that were trying to escape from him.

"May I be excused sir?" He said trying to fight the urge to cry.

"Of course son"

Russell bends down and picks up his gun and slings it over his shoulder. He walks over to the door, opens it and walks past the soldier that let him in.

He's Walking down the corridors at a quick pace until he heard his name being yelled out.

"Russell!" He looks back and see's that it is Fisher running down the halls.

He catches up to him. "Sorry didn't mean to chase after you like that"

"You're alright. What can I do for you?"

"I just wanted to tell you i'm sorry about your brother" Russell was putting his head down to the ground.

"Before he died he wanted me to tell you that he loves you" Russell was starting to get choked up.

Fisher puts a hand on the older brothers shoulder "Also said he was sorry"

Fisher continues to pat Russell's shoulder "I'm Sorry for your loss"

After awhile he starts to walk down the corridor, leaving Russell there to himself.

"Fisher" Russell calls out. He looks back at him.

"Yeah?"

"Where is he?" Russell asks.

"What?" Fisher said with a confused look.

"Where is my brother?" This time with a more serious tone.

"He made me pull over on the side of the road, he wouldn't let me bring him back in his condition"

"He's still alive?!" Russell said with a brighter look on his face.

"Yeah...Well at the time.."

"Where did you pull over at?" This time with more excitement maybe now he can go find him and say goodbye.

"Harper road...next to the bank...why?" Fisher stated and asked.

With that Russell walked off leaving Fisher without an answer. He knew exactly where is brother was and that's all he needed to know.

After a while of walking down the halls he came up to where he needed to be. He came to where all the trucks were parked.

He walks down the line of trucks that are parked and finds two men hosing out one of the inside. Blood was being sprayed out of the interior.

He watched as the blood and water mixed together as if flowed on the ground. It was the truck Fisher had come back with and the blood was his brothers.

He turns his direction towards another man, well kid who was sitting at a desk with his feet kicked up on them.

He was alone so he decided to walk up to him.

"Solder" Russell must have spooked him cause the kid jumped from his seat. He started to settle back into it when he noticed it was Russell.

"Yes sir?" Russell looked the kid over and he was just like the others in the army. straight out of high school.

"I need a truck" He said sternly.

"You bring your slip?" All soldiers that were sent out into the dead world had signed slips of their permission to go out by their superior officers.

"Don't have one" He simply said.

"Sorry sir, not allowed to give you a truck unless you have a slip"

"Listen kid" Russell bends down closer to him so only he can hear him.

"You see this gun in my holster?" He asked the boy.

"Yes sir" He said while staring at it.

"Either give me a key to a truck now or I will take this gun and shoot you between your eyes"

The kid was starting to get fidgety.

"Now I know I won't get very far but I do know for damn sure that you will be taken out...do you wanna be taken out?"

"No sir" He said while taking a big gulp.

"Now how about a key to the truck" He said putting his hand out waiting for a key to be placed in it.

The kid scrambles through the drawers looking for a key to give to him. He finally finds one and places it into Russells hand.

"It's the third one on the left"

"Thank you soldier" Russell said while walking off towards the truck with a grin on his face.

Now to find his brother...