I know this is short but I felt I needed it to end where it did.

I wiggled through the crowd of infected, getting a grunt or two as I pushed passed. I stayed on two feet as often as possible, so the others could see me in the darkening light. I could see the sewer opening, a yellow ladder and black hole inside a yellow painted concrete slab.

I really wasn't afraid of Common Infected. They were slow and dim, and now were falling apart. They watched me with white glowing eyes, but aside from a grunt and growl they continued to stumble and stager.

I looked down the hole, feeling slightly uneasy at the pitch black abyss. I secretly wished for one of the flash lights the others had clipped to their guns. I gripped the latter and slowly descended down, whimpering as then evening light was cut off abruptly at the lip of the concrete. I stepped into liquid, and I did my best to ignore the horrible smell. I was nearly blind, and forced myself to stay on my feet. Feeling along the walls, I could tell that the drain was circular. I could not see to my left or my right, and finally decided on right.

Holding onto the round, metal walls, I slowly made my way down the pipes. I heard a few gasps and squeals, writing them off as Infected that had confused me with a Survivor. I could hear a few walk my way, and growled to let them know what they were approaching. Without any light to bounce of their eyes, I was aware that I could bump into any of them.

Suddenly, the wall disappeared, and I froze in place. My heart quickened realising that I was about to get lost. I looked up, blinking my eyes and focusing as hard as I could. A weak light or two were scattered around from the drains that were most likely placed against side walks. But even that was little help.

Realising where the light was coming from, I figured this was a storm sewer, not the "Worst Kind" in Nick's words. I slowly stepped onto all-fours, suddenly afraid that I was going to drown. My hood fell forward, and I startled when I couldn't register what it was. Trying to slow my speeding heart, I continued forward. I kept my eyes wide, stepping slowly as I tried to see any other tunnels.

I narrowed my eyes as a dark brown mound began visible, unmoving. I lifted a finger to feel what it was, several different pictures forming in my mind.

But a Tank was not one of them.

I jumped back with an echoing howl, splashing into the leaf-filled water as the body didn't move. I grunted at it, seeing that the Tank had stayed still. Looking around the mound, I could tell his face was down in the water. And while zombies didn't necessarily breath, Special Infected made noises that couldn't be made if their lungs were dead. He had either been injured and drowned, or had fallen after he had been killed. I was actually glad that Ellis wasn't here, he really hadn't grown any fonder of these Zombies in particular.

Tanks were far to big to fit down the man-hole that I had climbed in, so there had to have been a bigger opening.

Realising that it would be difficult to find in this darkness, I began to feel a little panicked. And telling myself not to think about was making me think about it that much more. I continued to walk forward, hoping to come to a wall at one point. This couldn't stretch on forever.

It didn't.

I bumped my head right into the concrete, nearly collapsing in a heart-attack. I almost thought it was another Tank. I heard several grunts and moans as the hidden Infected heard my sharp yell.

"Just a wall...just a wall." I told myself, standing on my legs again and walked alongside it. It was getting very cold, a very faint draft moved a hair or two on my head as the wall disappeared again, leaving me to nearly collapse back into the water. The new tunnel stretched for at least 20 feet before a small circle of light glowed blue.

I all but ran for it, the feeling that something was running after me, or at the least watching me made me desperately to leave. I actually looked down the second yellow latter to make sure that I was alone. I gripped at the road as if something had decided to follow me after all, and was racing up the latter at that moment.

As I dashed 15 feet away from the hole I took a deep breath, noticing just how dark it was. The moon was just coming over the collapsed bridge, the last rays of pink disappearing.

I looked around the road, seeing that I had ventured quiet a ways away from the bridge. It wasn't "What the hell...?" far. But it was definitely "How did that happen?" far. Running towards it, I noticed besides the crashed cars, fires, and bodies, this place was untouched.

I raced up the cement walls that lined the road, creating a wall that cut off traffic from the make-shift impound lot. Which must have been a simple forgotten ditch at one point. I leapt from the wall to the bridge, seeing that a bus and ambulance pushed off to the side. Leaning over the railing, I saw the heads of my fellow Survivors.

I growled loudly, making them all look around in tense movements. It was Francis who noticed me. I climbed down the support beams, nearly loosing my grip as my wet cloths weighed me down. I plopped into the grass. Ellis went to pat my shoulder in greeting, then seemed to remember where I had been.

"Nick's Suit Sewer?"

I shook my head and the man then patted my shoulder. "See Nick, its not a gross sewer."

"Was I the Guinea Pig?" I stared at Nick, who was pretending to have little interest. "I don't care what sewer it is, I am not touching that kid."

Rochelle brushed him off. "Well we can clearly get through the sewers. Now we just worry about the zombies."

"Yeah, 'cus I wasn't before." Francis pulled a stick from my hair, purposefully pulling it out roughly. It was dark now, and the smashed cars had now become a looming wall.

"Well if we were all-" Zoey was cut off by Bill's hand clapping over he mouth. The incoherent mumbling turned to several small howls as a large hand reached over the wall of cars, heaving itself over.

"Charger!"

The Special Infected locked eyes on Francis, having stepped away from the rest of us. With a loud bellow, the Charger put its arm ahead and charged. Francis rolled out of the way, but the Charger stopped abruptly and went for Coach, being the second closest. The larger man didn't see him coming, and was grabbed around the middle and pummelled into the ground.

"Get this Bitch off me!" He yelled, beating at the large arm.

As we rushed forward to help, a green cloud jumped on top of the ambulance over head, the Smokers hacking yell made me freeze, barely missing his tongue shooting out at Francis, gripping his torso and neck, pinning his arms down. The tongue began to retract, pulling Francis in the air. The Smoker yelled again as Louis shot at his tumour covered face, yelling at me to catch the man that was now being strangled well above our heads. A few Common Infected had noticed the commotion, and were hurling themselves over the cars.

The Smoker began to back up, pulling Francis higher up. The Biker was kicking his legs, but could not fight back effectively, finally pulled against the Smoker's body. The Infected began to beat him as his tongue grew tighter.. Louis yelled at me to catch Francis moments before he shot the tongue. I was already on the support beam, reaching for the man's hand while reaching for the metal safety rail of the road as well. I grabbed Francis' wrist as he fell passed me, narrowly gripping his hand against my own arm. He was heavier then I had guessed, and I struggled to pull both of us up, since we were hanging by one arm. We collapsed to the road, the railing bent where I had so desperately held.

The Smoker had leapt back when its tongue had disappeared, and was now running back over. As Francis struggled to get air back into his lungs, I lunged at the Smoker, pushing him back by the shoulders. He was pressed against the railing, which I failed to notice as I jumped. With a shriek and hack we both fell over the over-hang, plummeting down to the cars below.

My vision whitened for a second as the air left my lungs. The Smoker bounced of the hood as the glass shattered under my weight. The front windshield collapsed and I fell into the front seats. My ears rang painfully, finally allowing me to register that the alarm had gone off. I shifted to my side, feeling the pain in my back intensify. My leg tangled in the twisted and broken steering wheel, keeping me stuck in this painful position.

The alarm was making my head pound as Infected began to leap straight over it, heading towards the people on the other side of the wall. I reached over to the wheel, trying to unwrap my leg. With a final snap the wheel broke further, allowing me to free myself. I tore at the seats and dashboard, trying desperately to get myself onto my feet as more Infected clambered over the car. More ran straight over the crushed cars, shrieking and howling in rage.

Automatics began to shoot, and it sounded like more Bullets then Coach had. I pulled myself out the front window, cutting my hands as the glass ripped at my skin and jacket. I rolled right off the hood, landing on the ground. I could have sworn it was as painful as the fall to the car. The Smoker's body lay a few feet away, clearly dead from the fall. The only reason I had lived was because Hunters were built for heights.

I rolled over, coughing painfully as I walked as fast as I could toward the cars.

"Grab him! He goes with the others!" A man's deep voice made me turn, only to be hit in the back of the head with the butt of a gun.

Am I the only one that feels followed/watched in the dark? -_-

So, I figured that Hunters, being Jumping, building climbing, pounce on you from the bridge kinda Infected. The fall would only wound him.

I'm not sure how long this story will be, since I havn't thought about what will go into the remaining chapters yet (yup...I just go at it as I sit here...).