Sam knocked on the polished wood door. No sound came from the other side and she turned the metal knob and entered. The room was completely spotless. It must not have been occupied when the city became infested with the cannibalistic monsters. The fifteen year old girl waved Harper over and they unloaded their supplies next to the television.

"Check the mini-fridge for snacks, sometimes these hotels have them loaded up" Harper said as she lay Oliver on one of the beds.

Sam nodded and swung the fridge open. There was nothing but a few water bottles. Harper glanced over Sam's shoulder and sighed with disappointment. She went back to tickling Oliver, who had gotten a bit fussy and needed a laugh.

Harper stopped tickling the baby and put her hands on her hips.

"I should get us and Oliver some more food" she stated.

"I'll do it"

"No, I can"

"You don't know where the closest store is, besides, I'm better at maneuvering the area"

"Whatever, go be a hero or some shit"

Sam grumbled a bit and dug through her bag. She collected the lightweight essentials and stormed out of the door. Harper started regretting arguing with Sam. She knew how Sam got when she was angry, and it made her very reckless and even violent. At the moment, recklessness was not something good to have. It had been around a month since people started to eat each other and the world basically became shit.

In that month, Harper had learned that these monsters were dead and incurable. This made her feel a lot better about killing them, but she was still a bit squeamish about it. She also had found a better name for the deranged things. Biters, based off the fact that the disease spread through their bite.

Harper realized she had become lost in thought and started focusing again. Her vision cleared and she continued to play childish games with Oliver.

Sam stomped down the sidewalk, her banging footsteps echoing up and down the street and alleyways. Biters who were leaned against walls or just standing around turned there heads in her direction. Some just stayed put where they were, some were unable to move because of being stuck or limbless, but some followed the sound. Not a thought went through the heads of these nightmares. Nothing drove them but the instinct to eat.

Not even survival or staying intact drove the Biters, just eat and bite and scratch. They did not care for others or even their own self motives. Just eat and eat until it killed them. No thoughts of revenge or love, just devouring whatever's heart was still pumping.

The Biters heard Sam's angered steps, and they wanted to eat what was making the noise. Biter after Biter left whatever it was doing and went towards the noise. Sam knew this, but she did not care. She could hear the empty moans of Biters who were coming for her. Moans that came from dead lungs that no longer breathed.

Sam just kept making noise, for she was so very certain that she could escape the monsters once they were close. She had athletic ability, tools, and experience. The first Biter who got close to Sam, she stabbed a screwdriver through its eye and pulled it out again. More and more Biters came from different directions, there were more than she thought to be able to handle and she made a run for it.

Sam glanced around for a quick escape and noticed a ladder. She went straight for it and kicked a lazy Biter (who had no bottom jaw) aside. The Biter's bulging stomach split open on impact with the ground.

Sam only took a moment to think about how gross the scene looked before she was climbing up the ladder and away from oncoming Biters. Several Biters grabbed at the ladder, but none had the strength to lift themself up. Many Biters swarmed around the building and Sam spat at them from her spot on the roof.

"PISS OFF YOU ASSFUCKERS" Sam screamed at the monsters, who seemed completely oblivious to her yelling. A few groaned and shifted their eyes towards her. Some of the Biters were only just aware of Sam, they were merely following the other Biters as some sort of instinct.

Sam flipped off the Biters for a bit and threw around some more insults. She finished her pissy fit and slinked to the other side of the building. Her eyes examined the side of the building and the one next to it. There was an alleyway straight down that held two wandering Biters and some month old trash that reeked. Even from Sam's height it smelled extremely horrid.

"I think I can make the jump" Sam thought out loud.

Sam's knees bent and she kept her eyes on the other side, she tried to push thoughts of falling to the back of her head as she prepared to jump. She leaped forward and landed on her stomach, her legs hung over the edge. The wind got knocked out of her and she lay there sputtering for a bit, her face going a bit red from lack of breath.

Sam pushed herself completely onto the rooftop and lay there for a bit, regaining her energy. She stood up slowly and laughed a bit.

"Fuck yeah! I'm not dying in this shithole today!" Sam wheezed out a bit loudly. She took out her gun and shot a triumphant bullet into the air, causing a louder noise than her stomping. This certainly attracted more Biters.

Sam realized what she just did was extremely fucking stupid, and she groaned.

"Damnit…"

Sam slouched as she walked to the roof exit and went down the flights of stairs.

Harper was making a funny face at Oliver when there was a knock at the door. She unsheathed her trusty knife and covered the baby's mouth to silence him. Her gaze shifted around and she hesitantly approached the door. The door handle clicked when she locked it.

"Who are you, and what the fuck do you want?" she said flatly.

"No need for hostility" sounded a slightly giddy male voice from the other side.

"You didn't answer my questions"

"My name is Frank, Frank Murray"

"Okay, Frank, answer my other question. What exactly the fuck do you want?"

"Nothin' really, I just haven't talked to anyone in a long while and I think I heard a baby...I used to have kids, y'know?"

"Used to?"

"I uhm…They…"

"You seem like a nice guy, I'll let you in. One wrong move and I'll...I'll fuckin cut you! yeah yeah, that sounds about right"

"yeah…"

Harper unlocked the door and peeped it open slightly. A man who looked about fifty waved at her. She glared at him and opened the door completely. Oliver sat up and giggled. Frank's worn and slightly wrinkled face brightened immediately at the sight of the baby.

Harper stepped out of the doorway and closed the door once Frank had stepped inside. She locked the door and sheathed her knife. Frank went to go pick up Oliver.

"No, don't touch him" Harper said immediately, pulling her knife out again.

"But-"

"Did I fuckin' stutter?"

"Fine…"

"Good, are you hungry?"

"Starvin"

Harper unzipped her backpack and pulled out a can of fruit. They were low on food, but she assumed Sam would get some while she was out. She opened the can with her knife and handed it to Frank.

Harper sat on the bed and Frank rested on the ground as he ate the fruit with his calloused hands. There being no silverware in the room for some reason. Oliver had stopped his giggling and was tugging at the fur on his stuffed lion. They all sat in silence except for the sound of sloshing fruit.

Harper sheathed her knife and tapped on her knee a bit impatiently, usually Sam's run for supplies were much quicker. She avoided eye contact with Frank and examined him from the corner of her eye. The man was relatively tall, but everyone was tall compared Harper, her being 5'2 and all. His hair was slightly wavy and curled up a bit behind his ear, his eyes were a warm brown as well.

Harper glanced out the window and crossed her arms. Sam had better get back soon.

"Is the baby yours?"

"How in the hell would a 14 year old black girl give birth to a fuckin blond baby?"

"N-No I didn't mean-"

"I know, I'm just pulling your leg. The day this whole thing started my friend and I met this lady who was taking care of her sister's baby for some reason. She turned into a Biter and we couldn't abandon Oliver, so we brought him with us. Since then we have been moving from shelter to shelter and collecting supplies in the area"

"I spent most of the last month in this very hotel. Right when it started a lot of the staff left and most of the people staying went as well. There aren't a lot of those monsters because those who were staying locked the place up. That didn't last long and the rest of them left eventually"

"Why were you staying in this hotel before the shit hit the fan?"

"Vacation…?"

"We both know that isn't true"

"..."

Harper laughed a bit and lay on her back.

"I don't need to know everything about you, Murray" she said.

"I uh...okay"

"My name is Harper, Harper Valentine. I know, weird name...Ahah"

"So, you said the baby's name was Oliver? Does he have a last name"

"I myself don't know, but my friend might. She actually talked to his aunt"

"Who is your friend?"

"She wouldn't really like it if I gave her name to someone I just met"

"Oh"

Frank finished up the fruit and absentmindedly messed with the can. Harper rubbed her nose and shifted awkwardly.

"I really hope she comes back soon" Harper said.

Sorry for the late update