Hi everyone!:D I have no big announcements other than I've finally uploaded this to quotev, so if you prefer to read on that sight then you can read it there. Same name, and also if you are bored you can read my new book (which I'm in process of writing) Jesi's Guide to the World (on Quotev), or Jesi's Guide to Travel the World (on Wattpad). Okay thanks!3

"Holy god." I breath. "You have some wicked eyes."

The guy raises an eyebrow as he pulls his hand from the control panel. "Thank you."

"I mean… how are they… they're kind of… well…"

"Orange." He finished for me.

"Yeah, that's the word." I nod.

"And it's from radiation poisoning I had when I was a kid." He says messing with something on the screen. "Devon Kent, by the way." FINALLY! Someone who would give me their god damn name! "And that's Jackson." He nods his head over to a chimpanzee who sat next to Darla and Italy, who were huddled together in fear as the chimp stroked them with its tale.

I debate whether or not I should ask him to remove the chimp but figure some non human contact would do the kids good. "My name is Germany, that's Darla and Italy."

"I knew I was going to be doing some traveling between countries but never knew I'd be traveling with them." He chuckles.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"So it seems Leo is on his way to come pick us up." He says finally directing his attention away from the computer.

"Us?" I ask.

"Well, I wasn't planning on hitching a ride out of here on a helicopter but it'll be fun I'm sure." He explains. "I would have been fine on my own had you not led all those zombies here."

"Sorry." I say sheepishly.

"No big deal, like I said, free helicopter rides." He shrugs.

We sit down at the table, Jackson leaving the kids to sit next to Devon. Darla and Italy look rather relieved as they relax against the wall, Darla reading a storybook to Italy.

"He's genetically engineered." Devon mentions as I watch from across the table. I raise my eyebrows but he doesn't seem to care to explain further.

"You don't by chance know anyone by the name of Doc running around here? Shaggy brownish-blond hair? Green eyes, kind of annoying?" I ask, giving the best description I could.

"Would it be crazy if I said yes?" He asks, leaning across the table.

"Kind of, yeah."

"Good, because I don't." Devon leans back in his chair. Oh, good, another smart ass. "There's a break room two levels down. They have coffee and tea there if you care for some. I know running around city after city can really take a toll on some people."

"Sounds great." I say getting up from my chair. I look at the kids who are still reading and seem comfortable with just staying here.

"Let's go then." He says leading me to the break room. Something buzzed in my pocket, and then a loud ringing noise.

"Shit!" I hiss digging around in the endless amount of pockets for my phone. I find it and hold it up to my ear. "Hello?"

"You're alive!" An unfamiliar voice on the other end sings into the phone. "Good god you are alive!" There seems to be some sort of cheering on the other end.

"I'm sorry… who is this?" I ask confused.

"This is Justin Clark, I'm in the same squad as Kleff." He says a little too happily in the phone. My stomach starts to turn. Why wasn't Kleff talking then?

"Justin-" I'm interrupted by more cheering in the background. "Justin." I repeat myself. I still had no clue who he was.

"Hm?"

"Where's my brother?" I demand.

"Oh don't worry, he left to go get some supplies, he'll be back in a few hours." Justin says. A few hours? So they aren't… They aren't still in Zone 7?

"Where are you right now?" I ask Justin.

"We're in an abandoned, underground facility right now. Near Zone 9." He explains. That wasn't far from here… not that far anyways.

"Who else is there with you?" I ask.

"Let's see… we got Pablo, Hendrix, Legend, Maksim, Paz, and Mika." He says.

"Let me know if you move out of zone 9." I say. "I'm going to try and find you."

"Good luck. I'll let Kleff know you called."

"Thanks, good luck to you, too." I say and hang up the phone.

By this time we've reached the break room. It's stocked, full to bursting with non perishable foods.

"I've turned this kind of into my own food cache." Devon says opening up a cabinet and taking out a box of crackers.

I turn on the coffee machine and make two cups for Devon and myself.

"Better add one for Jackson." He says. And so I make another cup. I make another cup of coffee. For a chimpanzee.

"Do you have any hot chocolate?" I ask. I know Italy loves it and I assume Darla does. What kind doesn't?

"Yeah." He says reaching up to the top shelf of one of the cabinets.

"Mind if I take some of this food? We're running low."

"By all means." He says grabbing two portable cups and pouring hot water in them. "It's all going to waste as far as I know."

"Thanks." I fill up as many paper bags as I can manage, then bring them upstairs. I'm sure Leo won't mind the extra luggage if it's feeding him.

"What is this?" Darla asks as Devon hands her the cup.

"It's good." He says. "Try it."

She curls her lip, "Looks like shit."

"Darla!" I snap. "Don't use that kind of language."

"Sorry, mom." She rolls her eyes.

"Better be sorry." I mumble, amazed that she never has had hot chocolate. I suppose she did live on the outside…

For the next few hours, Devon and I discuss our stories. What's been happening, how we got here, all that. He came from the neutral country of Cornwall, detached from its neutral neighbor, England. He left home rather abruptly after a feud in his family, and fear that if he stayed in Cornwall too long, it would be taken over by Russia.

He has been traveling for about three months now, and was used to the zombies. He agreed that the term "zombies" seemed to fit the infected humans, but still had a hard time killing them.

We talked until the sound of a chopper cut through the air, and landed on the roof.

Thanks for reading another chapter. If you have any ideas, OCs, or just want to tell me something about my story, that'd be awesome. I know, there wasn't enough zombies in this chapter, but it will help us better appreciate the ones with zombies… or at least that's the excuse I'm using.

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