"All right then," said Jonah as he grabbed the guns,"now maybe we ca-".He was interrupted by a loud banging coming from the front door. He turned around to meet the source of the noise and, to his shock, it wasn't only the front door;the windows were also being smacked by them. Hordes upon hordes of people,with horribly disfigured faces and blood-stained clothes, were pressing upon the windows, attempting to break them. "Shit, they're here!" exclaimed Jacob, but Jonah didn't need telling twice. He had already let go of his hostage and their weapons, sprinted past the strangers and dodged a tackle from the sword girl. By the time she recovered, he was already at the top of the stairs. He saw Claire, who had already witnessed everything, and quickly ordered "Grab your supplies; we're jumping ship." He swiftly entered the room which he had just slept in, grabbed his backpack,which had some supplies and extra ammunition for his pistol. He hurried down the stairs and to a window, all while pretending that the strangers were just a part of a wall. Jonah was about to leave when he heard Jacob's voice from across the room.

"Hang on, we're coming along with you two." shouted Jacob.
"NO WE ARE NOT" protested the sword girl loudly.
"For god's sake, this isn't the time to argue, Ellen" he shot back.
"Don't follow me. I've got enough on my back as it is." Jonah said in tones of annoyance, indicating Claire, who had just appeared with her own large backpack. She blushed and was about to retort but Jonah didn't wait for Jacob and Ellen
to finish their arguing or for Claire's reply; he had already left and was, as quietly as he could, running across the lawn. "Slow down, Jonah." said Claire loudly through clenched teeth. "Keep it down, those things react to sound!" he whispered back. Jonah was starting to get sick of them all and their they not realize that one person makes much less noise than six?! he angrily told himself. He had pulled himself up the fairly short wall which surrounded the house, then he turned around and helped Claire. To his dismay, Jacob and the others had picked up their weapons and were already following them. In this case, he would usually shoot the armed ones dead or shout out a final warning. But ammo was scarce and precious and he couldn't afford shouting lest he attracts the Infected. Time wasn't a luxury he had, so he decided to just drop down, continue towards his destination and hope they somehow don't make it while following him. Yet to his disappointment, as he was running down the street, he heard Jacob's voice."Where are we going?" Jonah stopped, sighed and as though it hurt him, said
"Back to my hideout."
"You have a hi-"
"Yes, I do. Now shut up. All of you."
They did as they were told and soon they were navigating their way through dark alleyways and shortcuts, which Jonah knew so well. After all, he had spent many days to perfect his free running skills there. He seemed to be completely undisturbed by the putrid smell that seemed to originate from those alleyways. The others, however, were not keen on hiding their revulsion, as a few of them made sounds of disgust. The rest of the their journey was silent and uneventful, until Jonah caught a glimpse of an armed and familiar couple walking side by side. "What is it?" asked Jacob, but Jonah was unaware of anything happening around him and had already taken cover behind a dumpster and started to analyze the situation.

"Those two, if they see me.." thought Jonah, " They must've heard all the Infected rush towards that house. Killing them isn't worth the trouble. If I can just sneak past them..." But the situation quickly took a turn for the worse, when Ellen shouted "Oh thank God, there are other survivors here." Before Jonah could even bark an order, they all had rushed towards the couple, except for Claire. She crouched next to Jonah and quietly suggested "Should we leave them and take another way to the hideout? Come on, we both know what will happen to them." She had a faint smile and a look of unusual satisfaction on her face that surprised Jonah. She didn't come off as the type that was similar to him; that would happily ignore others that march towards their death, but this was no time for ramblings. "I'm tempted to do that but-"
At that moment they heard Jacob clearly saying " Yeah, there are others with us.
They're over there. Not sure why they haven't joined us yet." He pointed towards the dumpster Claire and Jonah were hiding behind, unaware of the consequences of his actions. Jonah inwardly cursed Jacob to the death. Claire didn't wait for Jonah's instructions this time, instead she joined the others with a huge smile on her face and exclamations of joy and thanks. "You said there's one more, am I correct?" asked the woman's gentle voice. Jonah sighed and quickly checked that his gun was loaded. "What a waste of ammo." he thought, as he finally left his hiding spot.

"You!" the man snarled. He instantly tightened the grip on his gun so hard, it started shaking. The woman, however, maintained her gentle voice and welcomed Jonah without a change in tone. She quiety rested her hand on the man's gun, as though to calm his down. He still didn't take his eyes of Jonah. "Isn't this great?!" exclaimed Ellen, "We can all make it together." Jonah took a few steps forward, closer to the couple and looked them in the eye. At this point, an uncomfortable, tense atmosphere seemed to overcome them all. Ellen reluctantly stuttered "Y-you guys, um, w-why don't we just..." But she left her sentence incomplete for no one was paying attention. They all seemed to be staring at Jonah for it was at his arrival that the mood changed. He, in return, concentrated at the couple, who glared back. Jonah had done it before and he was sure he could do it again. He closed his eyes a moment and took his hands out of his pocket. The result was just as he expected. The impulsive man seized this moment of relaxation and immediately aimed his gun at Jonah. His target, however, was too quick for him. Jonah had already closed the short distance between the woman and him and pulled her in front of himself. The man, who had nothing but Jonah on his mind, opened fire on his victim's current position. Jonah smirked and laughed silently to himself as the woman's body acted as his shield. His plan had worked. As soon as the gunfire stopped, he threw the now lifeless body onto the ground, aimed his pistol at the horrified man's face. It was too late now.