I'm gonna try and keep the story canon...

To an extent, of course

-Poor Chaps-

I heard the arguing of the Survivors go on through the night. Kyle was fast asleep as I volunteered for night duty, seeing how the infection made sleeping almost obsolete for me.

"... Those were innocent people, Bill! People we just left to die!" That was the girl, Zoey. What happened a few hours ago still had me shaken up.

"They were the very people that would have shot us if we so much as FLINCHED," the raspy voice of Bill replied. I could tell he was a heavy smoker. I adjusted my position outside the door to stay out of sight. "We have to escape and get to the Keys."

"And you'll leave behind anyone else who gets in your way, right?" Zoey spat, and I practically felt Bill tense up. I heard his footsteps grow closer to Zoey. "I am NOT leaving my family behind," he spoke in a dark tone, and I grew uncomfortable listening.

A long silence. More footsteps, a pause, then a lighter. "Do you know what the difference is between us and the military?"

There was a short silence before Bill spoke again. "Hope. They're following somebody's orders and protocol to get rid of the Infection. Nomatter how many lives are lost in the process. But us?" Several more footsteps towards Zoey. "We're doing it to survive. And once we survive, to live." The tension between the Survivors seemed to loosen with every second that passed. "I will get you three to the Keys even if it kills me. I want to see you survive this, Zoey, you're too young to have to deal with this-"

"I'm not a damsel in fucking distress, Bill!" the girl yelled back, making me jump. I put my ear against the wall again, waiting for the old man's response.

"Trust me, if anyone's a damsel in distress, it's Francis," he rasped, "but you shouldn't have to deal with this anyway." I heard more movement, but wasn't sure what it was. "Now get some shuteye, kid. We'll head out for the bridge tomorrow."

With that, Bill's footsteps went somewhere deeper into the building until they stopped where I assumed the other two were resting.

Zoey didn't do much after that, and a quick peek through the bars ensured me that she had fallen asleep. I just noticed the tears that were on her cheeks as I put my hand through the bars and carefully removed the metal bar holding the door to the wall. Once it was off, I carefully pushed the door open, not making a sound as I gently placed the bar back in place, now inside the safe house.

'Stupid idea,' the voice in my head muttered. I assumed that the virus left its victim with a voice that screamed for it to kill, that drove them mad. But, like me, it was otherwise calm, like a second conscience for me and my decisions.

A creepy, broken English speaking conscience.

'It'll work,' I thought back, and it remained silent after that. I crept towards Zoey's sleeping figure, remaining quiet, and once behind her, I grabbed her quickly and shoved my hand over her mouth before she could scream. She grunted, startled, and tried wriggling out before I shushed her with my finger. "Trust me," I whispered, and she froze almost instantly. "W-what?" she whispered back, finally stopping her struggling. "... O-okay." I nodded my head as I slowly removed the pack off my back, filled with everything I felt they'd need for Louis. The second it touched the floor, I let go of her and moved towards the door. She went through it, taking out the bandages, antiseptic, pain pills, and several magazines for their near-dry weapons, and looked up to see me placing the bar back on the door, outside.

I ran off before she did anything, but luckily, I didn't hear her do anything.

Maybe, if I'm lucky, she thought I was just some Survivor that gave them a quick boost in supplies.

Me and my hopes.