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Chapter 7

Rats scurried by us as we made our way through the muck on the floor. I'd never been in the sewer before- hadn't had any reason to be. It was realatively peaceful as we made our way through. the only sounds were what we assumed came from above, the water, and our own footsteps. Obviously, it didn't take long for me to get tired of the silence.

"So... What are we going to do now?" I asked. David had an annoyed expression when he turned toward me.

"Try to get out of here." Even his tone showed immense irritation. "What else would we do?"

"I know that," I said. I crossed my arms and frowned. "I meant; what's the plan to get out of here?"

"Shoot the zombies, and get out of town before we run out of ways to stay alive."

That made sense to me, so I didn't speak any farther on the matter. Only one thing was bothering me. After putting up with me for this long, why did David seem annoyed by me? I wasn't doing anything wrong- I was being myself. I watched David walking ahead of me. Seeing him in this situation, it was fairly obvious that he wan't a plumber. Any other plumber would've gotten killed or been too terrified to do anything. But not David. He walked with confidence- almost as though this situation was just another annoyance to add to his list of daily annoyances. He was probably adding me to that list, too. I pouted when that thought came to me. I didn't want to him to think of me as an annoyance. Running into David's back snapped me out of my thoughts.

"Why'd you stop moving?" I asked. His hand covered my mouth. Apparently, I was going to have to wait.

"You sure he's down here?" A voice came drifting down the tunnel.

"Where else would he go after that explosion?" Another, deeper voice joined the first.

"How do we even know it was him? Situations like this'll drive people to anything," the first voice said again.

David pulled me farther down the hall, until we came to a ladder. With his hand over my mouth, I couldn't protest or ask what was going on. He pulled me up to the ladder and stared into my eyes.

"Keep your mouth shut until I say otherwise," he said.

Any other situation, I probably would've spoken the moment his hand left my face. Any other person, I would've flipped them off. David knew what was going on, so I put my trust in him to know what he was doing. I was pretty sure he'd explain it to me later. David pushed me up the ladder first. There was something sticky on the metal bars. I tried not to think too much about that. At the top, I pushed the cover off the manhole and climbed out. We were in a crossroad near a restaurant- the food wasn't that good there- and a hotel. I turned back toward the manhole to see David coming up. He smirked when he noticed my frown. I said I'd go with it, I didn't say I'd be happy about it. David grabbed my arm and pulled me down the street. Luckily, there weren't many zombies here. Looking around, I couldn't help but notice that some of the buildings had caught fire. We stopped after coming across a police- John, I think- who was trying to get people out of the city. He was trying to get some people in order when we approached, smiling when he saw me.

"Kevin! You're all right," John said. I smiled at him. "You have any idea what's going on here? The city was fine just this morning. Chief's telling us to leave it alone, not to help people out of the city. It's our job to protect people."

I nodded in agreement. John looked like he wanted to say something, but David cut him off.

"Come on, Kevin."

He grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the scene. I went to protest, then remembered that I wasn't supposed to talk until he said I could. I waved a farewell to John as we disappeared around the corner. David finally stopped again when Main Street came into view. I stood next to him, staring in horror. The infected filled the streets, preventing anyone from using the road. Some of the police I recognized were trying to hold them off, and failing. David grabbed me, pulling me back when I went to run down there. I couldn't leave them, I didn't want to leave them to that fate. Of course, I knew my being there would be pointless, and only give the zombies more to feed on, but that hadn't mattered at the time. Main street exploded, setting everything ablaze. Pavement rained down with parts of the infected, blood soaking the area. I stared at the ruined road, distressed.

"Kevin, standing there's no use," David said. He pulled on me in an attempt to get me moving. "We have to get moving."

A gunshot pierced the air. The bullet barely missed my head, grazing my hair. That was all I needed to get moving. David and I started running, ducking into an alleyway. The flames were worrying me. If they spread too fast, the two of us would be caught and possibly unable to escape. The fire department wouldn't be able to do a thing, not with those zombies roaming the streets. The police were already being given orders to ignore any survivors, so they wouldn't be any help either. It was every man for himself.

We came out on the other side of the alley, nearly into the arms of the infected. David looked around before pulling me to the side. I had no idea what he was doing, the only thing that way was a hotel and more zombies. Stopping, he opened the door. We entered the building and he immediately began moving things in front of the door. I helped and within minutes we were standing back to admire our handiwork.

"We need to go through here," David said to me.

"The hotel? Do you even know where we'll end up? What if we end up in a corner, or those things catch up to us and-"

"Kevin, shut up." He pointed to a seat, which I sat down in. "We'll be fine for a while.I'm more worried about the guys following us. The zombies can be stopped. Those men will stop at nothing to kill you. If it comes down to it, we'll have to kill them."

"You think we'll make it through this?" I asked. I wasn't too sure about it myself. Too many things were going on at once. David went behind the counter, returning with a key.

"We're going to take a rest and figure out our next course of action," he said. I stared at him, unable to believe what he was implying.

"You want to rest in the middle of all this?" I asked. I wouldn't be able to rest, not until I was away from here, where I knew I wouldn't be in any danger.

"Yes, Kevin." David sounded like he was ready to snap. "We need a break. Or do you want to keep running from those things until you're too tired to keep it up?"

I pouted, knowing he had a point. With a sigh I stood and followed him to the stairs.