The Last of Us : Another Hope

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FungKu

A Magical Sprite
Today was just like any other day. The fresh scent of gunpowder in the air. The sweet sonata of car engines, Gun shots, And muttering people. And the always, " If ever you work for the fireflies.." crap. Vincent was sick and tired about this. Although, He can't do anything to prevent this since the military is running everything here. On his right, He can see a group of fireflies being rounded up and forced against the wall. While three soldiers aim their m4 rifles at them and started firing. The very sight made Vincent's heart drop. He was a firefly. was.


Vincent walked towards a checkpoint. The checkpoint checks his ID card for verification. Scan him for any infections, If negative, He can continue. If positive, you'll pretty much know the meaning " As silent as a grave " . The moment Vincent walked in front of the gate like checkpoint. A solider raised a hand in front of him meaning stop. Vincent obliged without any hesitation. Then the soldier walked up to him and asked, " ID ? " .


Searching his back pocket of his pants. He eventually took out a small sky-blue colored cover. Inside, His ID. The Guard or soldier, Took it from him and began to compare the id's face and Vincent's face. Vincent a bit worried that his younger look might be denied from his "older" look. But the guard only nodded his head and gave it back to him as he pulled Vincent by his shoulder and forcibly turn him around. Then he used one of those machines that will scan the person if he is Infected or not.


The machine is placed on the back of his neck, Where his vertebral column will be scanned to see if there's a fungi growing out of it. Mostly, The virus will take over the Host's brain, Meaning it will go through the vertebral column and unto the brain. Vincent side glanced at the guard, As he saw the guard nodding, Meaning he was clean. " Continue " The guard said in a grumpy voice as he steps aside, Vincent turning around to face the gate nodded as he placed the ID card back in the pocket and continued on his way.


This was the life in a Quarantine Zone. Precautions. Vincent didn't mind, He was going to leave this place any time soon. As soon as he gets his next assignment. He was walking towards a apartment building, A blue building about 4 storeys high. Then he gave a short knock on the door as someone from behind answered, " Who is it ? " .


" Vincent, " he replied, Looking around for people who are looking at their conversation.


" Come in, He is waiting " The man said as there was a short Click on the door and then it opens up. Then Vincent walks in.
 
Jonathan came back from another routine job. A simple fetch errand that had him look for somethings outside Boston. He had came in and out, the usual way. Through the abandoned sewerage system that was once used by the fireflies to smuggle in members from the outside. He checked his surroundings as he exited the alley that held the secret pathway. Unlike previous jobs, This one only involved a dead drop not an actual client.


A few days back a courier had arrived on Jonathan's doorstep bearing a piece of paper with his name, the dead drop location and list of simple things that needed fetched. He turned over the message several times in hopes of finding an identity. He gave up on that decided to wait it out for a bit in hopes that the client would show themselves, but that was not to be the case. He decided to do the job anyway, written on it was a location of a cache of ration cards that would easily last him 3 months. He had confirmed it, but there was a digital lock on the safetybox. He surmised that the fastest way would be to just do the job and get it done with, it contained a list of things easily found around the walls of Boston anyway.


The box itself was located in the QZ, so he'd need to leave the tunnel system from his usual exit point. He was in the Quarantine Zone and now had to look for the box again, as it was no longer in the place he last saw it, instead was a note. "In QZ, search for me. -Box"
 
The moment Vincent walked inside the building. He was forcefully pushed towards a wall with him facing towards it. Obviously he was being frisked, They security here are a little tight and he wouldn't want any trouble. After the man touching his body, Checking them if there are any guns hidden, or knives. He finally stopped and said calmly, " Continue " . He was really well built, Such granite muscles. It would've been bad news if he was to go up against him. He was bald, and only little traces of grayish hair was visible. And he had a long vertical scar on his right eye. The man smelled like he didn't take a bath for years. Obviously, Water is pretty rare these days. Even taking a shower costs so much as 50 card rations.


Vincent continued inside as he can see several armed guards. Finally, He reached the living room where there's a man sitting on a blue sofa, Enjoying himself to what seems to be a fish. Fish was common these days. They can pretty much be found in almost all water filled buildings.


" Come in Vincent ! I've been expecting you ! " The man said. He was wearing a blue striped polo shirt. And also a black and full of cuts jeans. The man was fat, Well chubby was the correct term for him. But he has enough power that in a flick of a finger, He'll fill Vincent with holes all over his body.


" Well.. You seem healthy " Vincent replied as he walks in the living room, Sitting on a different sofa in front of him. Eying the fish.


" Hungry ? " The man offered as he looks up at Vincent with his dark blue eyes. Vincent can clearly see that he's hoping for him to say no. So Vincent just followed.


" No "


" Alright then " He said, A little happy to himself as he continues chowing down at the fish.


"You didn't send me here for Lunch, Didn't you ? Stan ? " Vincent said as he was feeling a little irritated. He was not going to stay here and look at a fat man chowing down on his food.


Stan laughed as he cleans his hand with a napkin on the side and then cleaning his face with another napkin before setting it back down on the table in between them. " As smart as always Vincent ! " He said while he held his hand together.


" So ? " Vincent asked one more time.


" I want you to smuggle something out. " Stan said as he motioned one of his men and the guy disappeared for a moment.


" What is it ? " Vincent said. He was sure it was going to be another weapon, Letter, Something.


" This " Stan replied as the man comes back pulling a lady with him.


" What.. ? " Vincent asked as he eyes the lady. She was being tortured. And her mouth was covered with a tight rag and her arms are bound from behind. And there were visible tear marks on her eyes.


" Yes, I want you to smuggle out a woman " Stan answered as Vincent stood up in disagreement.


" I smuggle 'things' , not LIVING things. " he said as he points at the woman with disgust. " I won't do this Stan, Not this ti- " before he could finish. Guns were pointed at him by 3 other men and Stan laughing.


" Vincent, You're the only one who can do this. No, You're the perfect one ! " He said. " How many times have you gone out in the city ? How many times have you come back alive from different places ? Vincent, You're perfect for this, But if you won't do it. " He said as he shrugs, " I'll understand " Stan added sarcastically.


Vincent knew what was going to happen to him if he didn't accept the offer. There was no other choice, All he could do was accept.


" I'll do it " Vincent accepted in a cold and defeating voice.


" Great ! Now I'll jus- " Stan was cut off as by Vincent. " With one condition "


" What would that be ? " He asked as he raises his right eyebrow.


" After this, I'm not doing shit for you anymore. " Vincent offered as Stan looks at him angrily, Shaking a bit.


" Done " Stan agreed.
 
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It took a while for Jonathan to figure out where the dead drop was. He had wandered around the QZ in search for it, but couldn't find a single trace of the safety box. He had the uneasy feeling that he was followed but in the crowded QZ it was easy to mistakenly feel that feeling. Maybe I got played. It was a very real possiblility, the promise of several dozens of ration cards was too good to be true, he should have not done the job to begin with.


"Mister Jon, I presume." A voice came from behind him. British or at least grew up in a family like it, can't mistake the accent for any other nationality. All high and mighty. With a hint of bigotry, definitely one of the more fortunate ones.


Jonathan turned to face the man. He was dressed in a buttoned up trenchcoat hiding the clothes beneath it all. A mess of brown hair populated his head and a slightly dirty beard graced his face as green eyes peered out and stared directly at Jon. He kept his cool and tried to keep it as civilized as possible.


"What do you want from me?"


"Nothing I just want to hand you this." The man produced a rusty safety box. "I'll be honest with you, I was not sure you'd be doing the task. Then I'd maybe have to kill you." The man was honest about his intent.


Jon took the box and scanned its contents. A lot of ration cards, more ration cards than he could imagine seeing in his entire life. "Now I shall pay you double or nothing." In his surprise, Jon had not noticed the man produce a nasty looking large-caliber pistol. "Check the lid of the box." Jon's gaze panned upward and saw a picture of a woman smiling back at him(will leave physical appearances up to you Maki). "See it? I want you to intercept her escape from the city. And deliver her to my associates in Washington, we'll reward you with more than just that measly amount of ration cards..we'll reward you with an instant upgrade to your entire lifestyle" he produces another picture, of a man this time. "She will be travelling with this man. If you can convince him to join you, all the better. He is meeting right now with other unsavory folk in a blue apartment building within the Quarantine Zone."


Blue apartment building, so whoever this guy is, works with or for than Scumbag Stan. At least it would be easy to convince the guy then. Stan like screwing people over after all. "The look of recognition dawns on your face then, my friend. So I trust you have this all under control." He walks over to Jon and hands him the pistol and two boxes of bullets. "Don't even bother, Mister Jon. I have men around here that would make short work of you should you even try to point the pistol at me. Best of luck, then. Oh and when you reach Washington look for the ruins of the White House, somewhere to the south is a walled compound. Drop my name and they will know I sent you. My name is Box by the way Bradley Oxford." He nodded politely at Jon and went on his way.


Jon had so many thoughts weaving a web around his mind, several simulations at how this would play out. He gave up on it shortly after whoever these people are, they operate on an entirely larger scale. He shrugged a bit as he gave up on trying to comprehend the entire situation. That girl will be my ticket to a greater base of operations and might possibly allow me access to more resources. 20 years have passed, but I won't rest until I find my parents...bloater or otherwise. Jon pulled the hood over his head and began walking in the general direction of the Apartment building.
 
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Vincent was walking towards another building so that he can move on with his mission. The thought of smuggling a woman out of the QZ was four times harder than smuggling out something. It wasn't easy. Stan wanted her to be sent to Chicago, Alive. Meaning, He needs to take care and watch over her 24/7. The very thought of doing so is such a bother. Then he realized that the woman was walking a bit slower than him. He turned around and face the woman.


She had brown long hair. One of her eyebrows were half shaved. It must've been the torture she was sent on. And also, She was wearing this red shirt where we can see a decoration of what seems to be a flower in the middle. And also, on her right wrist, She was wearing a bracelet with a name tag. Vincent wondered for awhile who's name was written on it. But he just shrugged.


" Hurry it up, will you ? " He called out for the woman. As she just lowers her head, Walking slowly. She was wearing sneakers that Stan gave her. It must've made her uncomfortable thinking that she's wearing the sneakers her torturers gave her. Vincent felt bad for a moment. But he decided to ignore his conscience.


After awhile, The woman still didn't move from her spot. or more clearly, She was moving rather slower than before. Feeling irritated, Vincent sped up towards her to pull her as he grabs her right arm.


" Look here, I want to get out of here before the guards become suspicious, So let's just get mov- " Before Vincent could finish, He was shoved towards a debris of things by the woman as Vincent crashes on them. He felt the pain on his back, The wood and crates were crushed by his weight and force as the Woman ran away towards the alley way. Feeling really pissed now and all of his sense of conscience gone. Vincent stood back up to his feet and ran after the woman.


" Come back here ! " He called out to her as she kept on running straight. Vincent would be able to keep up with her, But all the obstacles on his way, His speed with slow down from time to time.


" Hey ! " He called out once again, As the woman turned a sharp turn on the right. Vincent, Increasing his speed also turned right as he was relieved to see the woman ending up in a dead end.


" You sure can run.. " He said as he breathes a little faster. And started to walk towards her.


Without a moment, The woman pulled out a 9mm colt 45. gun from her back. It seems that it was holstered there, Hidden.


" Hands up.. ! " she said in a scared and shaky voice. Vincent could see clearly that she didn't shoot someone before. Or at least, never fired a gun before. But Vincent followed, He raised both of his hands up slowly walking towards the woman.


" Calm down.. " He said calmly, not feeling calm at all but a bit irritated.


" Stop moving ! " She yelled out once again, as Vincent moved a little bit slower this time. He knows that a single shot on the right spot could kill him. Even with an amateur. But he continued to move slowly.


" Stop ! " before she could pull the trigger. Vincent dashed in, Dodging the barrel's sight as he grabs the hand holding the gun and instinctively disarms her with the gun. Then the woman falls to the ground. A bit in tears.


" Come on " Vincent said calmly as he holstered the gun on the back of his pant's pocket. " Let's keep going " he said as he turns around.


" Krista.. " The woman from behind said as Vincent glanced from behind.


" My name.. It's Krista " She introduced herself once again as Vincents sighs, Rubbing his forehead with his right hand.


He then turned and helped Krista up. " Mine's...- " "Vincent" Krista interrupted him. He realized that she must've heard his name with the conversation of Stan and him.


" Mhm.. " Vincent agreed as Krista stood up patting herself.


" I'm sorry.. I didn't know what to do.. I was scared.. " She said as she looks down. Ashamed at what she did. And scared.


" Nevermind that.. Let's just keep going " Vincent said as he turns around continuing to walk, Hearing footsteps behind him meant that Krista was following.


" You could've hit me.. or shot me.. But you didn't .. " Krista said softly, As she looked up at Vincent to see a reaction.


But all Vincent did was continue walking.
 
Jonathan followed them as they exited out of the building. It was a while before they exited though and he spent most of his time roaming around the area outside the apartment building. If he went in, he'd be shot on sight. He was sure Stan was still pissed at that little stunt Jon pulled when Jon was screwed over by Stan. He could remember almost dying on that job and was only paid half what was promised him for some bullsh**ed reason.


Strangely enough, whoever this guy was, knew of the old firefly tunnel system. Or at least that was what Jon thought to himself, they seemed to be headed in the general direction of it. However, unlike most of the passersby he seemed to carry himself with confidence and purpose, his feet knowing exactly where to plant themselves and when to lift off.


The woman on the other hand, seemed like she just went through hell. She looked dirty, had brown hair from the looks of it and on that one rare chance that he was ahead of the couple noticed she looked....afraid and no worse for wear. She might have been beautiful once, but beauty doesn't mean sh*t in the world anymore, that's the usual equivalent of wearing a sign that says "rape me" or something equally brutal, no matter the gender.


He watched on as the girl attempted an escape, he followed them both at a leisurely pace. The girl kept running and did all she could to slow the guy down, the guy himself looked like he wanted to kill her for a second. They kept running until they reached a secluded part of the QZ, to which the girl reaches a dead end and pulls out a gun shakily. The guy had every opportunity to disarm her, she didn't look like she wanted to pull the trigger, Jon wasn't even sure the safety was off. They had managed to calm down and Jon had managed to get their names during their little conversation. He hid himself when they began to turn around and walk back to correct their course heading. Krista...Vincent.....I think I'll follow you two for a little while longer.
 
Ever since back then, Vincent felt a little easy now. Krista was her name and it kinda suited her. If only she didn't have such a dirty appearance right now. Vincent might even fall in love just for a second. But he focused himself back on his mission. Everyone was looking at them from time to time. But Vincent acted normal, As if nothing was happening and there was only a woman following him for some "private" reasons.


" Vincent .. " She called out to him as Vincent glanced behind to see what was up.


" Is it really okay to do this.. ? " She asked him with a shaky voice. She seemed hesitant in asking that, As if Vincent will strangle her if she asks.


Then Vincent looked forward and gave a short sigh as he continued walking, Replying " If I didn't do it, I wouldn't be walking like this right now ".


Krista gave a little giggle as Vincent smiled a bit. But he didn't show her his smile. It would've been awkward to see such a man smile that way from his own reply.


" So, Why do you work as a smuggler ? " Krista asked once again, A bit confident of herself this time.


Vincent, Thinking that it's pretty boring if there's no conversation. Decided to play along with the chat. Besides, Talking sometimes lightens up the mood. " I didn't chose to be a smuggler " He said as he looked up to see if they were close to their destination.


Looking up, He saw a sign saying, " Boston QZ 03 " meaning they were in the third section of the Quarantine Zone. And they were near.


" At first, I didn't think I would end up like this " He replied to her still being observant of the path they are going. " I don't know when it started, But people just started coming up to me, Making me want to smuggle things to some places, Paying me with Ration cards, Food, Anything they can give me actually " He added as they he finally stopped, Meaning that they've arrived at their destination.


" I see.. " Krista said softly. She shouldn't have brought it up.


" Anyways, We're here " He said as he opens the door of a 3 storeyed apartment.


From the background, He can hear Krista say "finally.." softly. Then he opened the door wide for her to get inside as he motioned. " Come on, " He called out to Krista as she followed without hesitation, Quickly going inside the house. Then Vincent looked around outside for a moment before closing the door.


" So what now .. ? " Krista asked Vincent as he just continued to walk on a hallway and towards the stairs.


" Just follow me. " He replied calmly.


The apartment building from the inside was messy. Windows are boarded up pretty badly, Newspaper sheets can be found on the wall. Empty cans of goods can almost be found from every nook and cranny of the place. And also, Vincent saw some hobo laying down on some corner on the ground with his makeshift bed.


After climbing the stairs and reaching the third floor. He walked down the hallway once again towards the last door of the floor. He then opened it, It was already unlocked to begin with anyway. Inside was a blue walled room. With a green couch, a table, and a wooden chair placed near some wall. The living room was filled with shelves that are halfway filled with books, magazines, decorations. There was also television which wouldn't turn on. Or even if it did, There would be no channel. He then head over to the couch as he lay down there, Covering his eyes with his arm to block out the light.


" So ? What now ? " Krista asked Vincent as she looks at him.


" Well, We wait till night time, Better to go out undetected " he replied as Krista sat down near the Couch, Hugging her knees. She then rested her head against the couch and slowly dozed off. And so did Vincent.
 
Jonathan followed the couple up throughout the QZ walking past the bustling avenues and earning very strange glances from other people. Of course, a man walking down the street with a dirty beauty, but a beauty nonetheless by his side would usually mean that he had status and power, or at least gave illusion of it since Jon was aware of the circumstances surrounding it.


They were headed towards QZ section 3, which meant that they weren't going to use the old tunnel systems. As far as Jon could remember, the fireflies built their tunnel system around QZ section 1 which connected to parts of section 2. He should know this since he just came back from a job that utilized the tunnel network, that dumped this responsibility on him.


Bradley Oxford, what makes this woman so special to you I wonder? Your daughter, but I see no resemblance. Your private entertainment? But there are lot more to choose from within Boston, especially due to your access and resources. A few more thoughts weaved webs around his mind as he followed the couple past he QZ section 3 checkpoint or at least what was left of it. He could remember a time when the government held an iron grip around these parts, but they rarely venture this deep into the QZ. Who could blame them when you're this near the wall.


He continued shadowing them to an apartment complex, from the outside it looked dilapidated and run down. Jonathan was aware of what was inside though, a safe house for smugglers and his target. He waited a bit circling the squat, three floor building, the safe house for most smugglers. He went around the building a few more times to figure out potential escape routes that either he could use if it gets too dicey or an avenue of escape for the couple.


After finishing his rounds he decided to check his equipment before he went in. He took out both boxes of bullets and opened them to find a note in each box. You're Resourceful was formed when had brought both pieces of paper together. He cursed silently and checked the gun, an empty clip and one bullet in the chamber. Once again he had been screwed over and thought about just abandoning the job entirely. However, the promise of even a slight chance at an upgrade to his base of operations was too delicious to pass up, now matter how remote the odds were.


Taking a deep breath Jonathan entered the apartment complex, it was dimly lit and very messy with several doors missing that were replaced by wooden boards. Despite hassle and time constraints this had imposed on Jon, he patiently checked each room on each floor. The most of the ones on the first floor had people in them and he had apologize every time he opened up a room. The ones on the second floor had less people in them and he did the same here as he did on the first floor, apologizing as he opened up the rooms or forcefully kicked them down. Furthermore, he managed to scrounge up some dirty rolls of bandages and some discarded clothes that was either too big for him or of the wrong gender entirely, he could use those as makeshift bindings and stuffed them into a small discarded rucksack. This would have to do, I'm going outside the walls anyway and I dropped the rest of my gear before I went on this wild goose chase and I just don't have time to go back for them.





Upon reaching the third floor, Jon kept a rehearsed apology ready if he ever intruded on anything. However that was not to be the case the rooms he went through were simply empty. Clearly, there was no one else here except his target. He went and opened up a few more doors and scrounged what he could. This went on for some minutes until he came across a locked door, he had no doubt that this was where Krista and Vincent were. He decided to go back for that one later and continued scavenging the rest of the third floor. A gas mask lacking filters was all he had to show for it. Steeling himself he tried the lock again and failed. He shrugged as he kicked down the door. Wait, sh*t I'm too tired to fight someone. He realized his mistake too late as the door toppled over with a loud crash.
 
Vincent was dreaming, He was together with his family. Where Sarah and Sena were there. They were having a picnic on some park, Where Sena was laying down on the grass, With her head laying on Sarah's laps. The very sight made Vincent smile, He could see how close the girls were. Then Sarah and Sena turned their heads toward him, Making some kind of a motion to come near them and join them. Vincent agreed and started to walk towards them, But then suddenly, On the moment he took a step. Everything went black.


Vincent..


Everything was dark as a moonless night. He could see nothing, Not even a single speck of light rays. Vincent was scared and angry at the same time. He wanted to join his wife and kid's moment. He wanted to be there with them. But everything just went dark.


Vincent..


"Vincent..! " Krista called out to him as she shook him from his sleep. Vincent woke up, A little surprised on what happened. He then sat up the couch and looked at Krista who was shaking him. She looked terrified and worried at the same time.


" W-what ? " He asked her as she nervously looked at the door.


" S-someone's behind the door, I heard a soft thud ! " She said as she pointed towards the door with a shaky hand.


Vincent, Thinking it was only just some drunken hobo wandering around. Wanted to ignore it, But seeing the Shaking Krista, He just wanted to confirm it.


He then got up as Krista moved aside from him, He stretched for awhile and slapped his face a couple of times to get back his senses. Then he took out the 45. from the back of his pants where it was holstered and hidden. He took out the magazine to check how many bullets were in it, Five.. He thought as he sighed.


" Five bullets for five man " He muttered as he inserted the magazine back and cocked the gun. He then checked if the safety was off, Which it was and then readied it and started heading towards the door.


At first, He slowly opened the door and took a little peek outside, He can't see anything but a shadow. So, He decided to open it a bit more wider. This time, He clearly saw a hooded man on the ground. Before he could even open the door even more wider, The door just completely broke down as it falls down sidewards.


" What the hell ? " He cursed silently as he looked at the suspicious guy. He looked back to see Krista hiding behind the couch as he looks back at the man. He definitely looked suspicious. Then Vincent thought that he might be some spy sent by Stan.


Pissed at this thought. He then raised his foot and kicked the man on the head as hard as he can.
 
The lock held the door in place for a moment as Jon realized he had not exerted much force into the kick, he was exhausted and spent after thoroughly rummaging through and entire apartment complex. He held his breath as he could hear footsteps approach the door. He wanted to run but it felt as though his feet were held fast by cement, he forced a movement and could feel a momentary sense of vertigo. Sh*t, I can't do this. He heard a crash yes, but that was not the door, it was simply him collapsing backwards into the hard wooden embrace of the floor. He looked up to see a man peer at him from the crack of the door and a few seconds later, the door came apart. He watched helplessly as the man...Vincent walked over to him and planted a boot on his face, blotting out his vision and his consciousness.
 
Feeling irritated at what he has done. He holstered the Colt on his right hand back to the back of his pants. He then pulled the man by his collar with both his hands and dragged him towards the room. He was really pissed that Stan would send a spy too look out what's going on between him and Krista. He was so pissed, That he could kill a man right now. And the man he's dragging could be the man.


" Krista, Grab that chair " He ordered her as he scurries towards the wooden chair and pushed it towards Vincent. He then let go of the man and carried him and placed him on the chair. He then looked around for anything he can use to tie him up. There were no ropes he could use, So he headed towards one of the room of the apartment.


There, He found a wardrobe barely full of clothes, But this was enough. He took out some sheets and clothes from the wardrobe and started tying each end together with another end of a different clothes. He then went back to the living room and tied the man to the chair. As he also bound his feet and also his hands behind the chair.


" W-what are you gonna do with him.. ? " Krista asked Vincent nervously with a scared look. Then Vincent looked back at her.


" Interrogate him " He replied as he tied up his knuckles with a sheet of blanket to protect his wrist.


" Y-you're gonna kill him.. ? " Krista asked once again at Vincent, With a terrified look this time.


" No, I'm just gonna 'interrogate' him " He replied as he went back in front of the man on the chair, Cracking his knuckles and waited for him to wake up. If he doesn't wake up now, He's gonna pour something all over him to wake him up. And it will be nasty.
 
Jonathan woke a while later. He was greeted with the sight of a man looking annoyed and pissed at the same time, he glanced over to his left and saw a girl that looked like she was trying her best not to shake standing by a doorless doorframe, he looked over to the right and saw the red-orange painting of the sun setting through a dirty window. He didn't really expect much success from this, he hadn't slept the night prior since he was out running the errand for Oxford and it had cost him majority of the afternoon, the rest of the night and some parts of the morning looking for seemingly "simple" items. The plan was to snatch the girl, forcefully if need be, bring her over to his place, wait it out until the next day, then start walking towards Washington. What happened was that he got gassed and received a boot to the face as a reward.


He turned his attention back to the man and as his vision cleared, he became slowly aware that the man looked like Vincent and that he could taste dried blood. He tried to move but felt resistance around the wrists and his legs moved as one as well and his entire body felt pressed flat upon a wooden surface. He looked around and saw that he was bound to a chair, he gave up in the meantime to see where this all goes. He played it safe and made no mention of either of their names, it would just complicate things further and Jonathan felt like he was a pound of trigger pressure away from being a number if he did say their names. The gun may or may not have existed in the first place, but the situation still sent a chill running through him. "So who are you and what happens now?" He tried his best to keep a level head and calm himself down.
 
Even more pissed now at the man's statement. He then gave a straight punch on the man's right cheek. He was serious now, He wants this man to spill everything he knows. Even his past. He then looked behind and saw Krista, Looking at them, Scared and not knowing what to do. She then walked away towards the room that Vincent came from. He then returned his attention towards the man. Seeing his face pissed him off, So he gave another punch on the man's face.


" Who are you ? " He said as he leveled his face towards the man's face by leaning closer and resting his hand on the arms of the chair.


" Did Stan sent you ? " He asked together with the first question. If he wasn't going to answer any of the question. Then Vincent will have to beat him to death.


And also, The thought of Stan smiling while waiting for his spy to come back pissed Vincent once again. He decided not to punch the man yet, Not until he answers. He then looked outside the window on the right side, There he could see the sun slowly setting. Meaning it was almost time for them to go. And also, He needed to deal with this man as fast as he can.
 
The first punch, Jonathan was ready for. However, he was still rocked by the severity of it. He felt like he was about to topple over as he felt the knuckles impact his right cheek. Pain flared even though he was ready for it. He looked around and saw Vincent turn his attention to Krista, Krista had either not see this happen before or it has happened to her so many times already. The poor girl, she must have tasted more men than years she's lived. He thought as he saw her scurry out of the room, feeling a sense of pity towards her. He was not oblivious to the numerous torture methods done onto women and what happens before, during, and after. If anything, the men had easier by getting beaten to death or executed on the spot.


Jon was shaken out of his stupor as Vincent leaned in nearer to him. He turned his attention back to Vincent and listen as he was being questioned. There was no mistaking the frustration in the voice, more than anger frustration was heavily laced on it. Who am I? and if I was sent by Scumbag Stan. Vincent looked like he wanted to hit Jon, but held back for some reason.


"Well, to start off my name is Jonathan, I don't work for Scumbag Stan. My employers are different and we wish to extend to you the offer that given to me. A shot at the high life in a compound not far from Washington. For you and your girlfriend, what do you say?" Jonathan decided to go straight up with Vincent. In truth, he was not sure if the promise of a "High Life" was even real. He had decided to go with a offer that would, at least on paper, benefit all. He left out the part that he was looking specifically for the girl. He could only hope to convince Vincent with that. Then again if he keeled over too quickly, it'd be too easy. He braced himself for another punch, almost sure something along the lines of "Bullsh**" would be screamed at him.
 
Vincent stopped for a moment and thought, He doesn't work for Stan ? It must be a lie.. Before he would even land another punch at the Man. The words, " High Life " made him think even more. Did he really want a high life ? What good would it be ? He then leveled his head back at the man and glared at him. Even the man's face was slowly pissing him off.


" Look here you, " He said as he points at him with his finger. " I ain't falling for this shit " He said as he looked up to his side again and outside the window. He could see that the sun was finally out of sight and only light traces of orange can be seen. It was time to go.


He then returned his attention towards the man. As he took out the gun from the back. Without any hesitation, He then aimed the gun at the man's forehead.


" I have no time for this " He said as his index finger slowly gripped the trigger. But before he can fully pull the trigger. Krista, Who suddenly jumped on him, Pushed his arm away making him miss the shot.


" No ! " She screamed and Vincent stutters over to the right a bit.


" Don't kill him.. He's telling the truth about not working for Stan.. " She said nervously, Afraid at what Vincent's going to do to her after what she had done.


Vincent, Really pissed off and irritated started to answer back, " And how the hell do you know that ?! " He said in a even more grumpy voice.


" I-I didn't see him back in that building where I was in.. " She answered looking at the Man.


Vincent, Still not buying this bullshit. He then holstered his gun back as he looked at Krista. " Are you sure ? " he asked. But all Krista could do was nod. Still feeling irritated, Vincent realized that the gunshot could've alerted the guards outside.


" Well, We gotta get out of here fast " He suggested as he moved on to the Kitchen. Then Krista followed.


In there, There was a shelf filled with plates, Cups and other more silverware. Some were broken, Others were filled with dust. And most of them were dirty. Behind the shelf, A crack was visible and there was a slight sign of the shelf always being moved back and forth.


" Through here " He said as he pushed the Shelf aside, Revealing a Hole that leads to another room.


After pushing the shelf, He then crouched and walked in. Krista however on the other hand, Went back to the man to loosen the grip of the ropes on his hands, And then followed Vincent into the hole. Vincent then quickly Covered the hole by pulling the shelf back to it's place.


The room was dark and slightly lit, But Vincent knew what to do. He was in this place a couple of times now. He headed over to what seems to be a rope leading downwards into a hole. He then pulled on a rope to secure it's safety and then started to climb down on it.


" Come on, Before the Guard get here. " He said as Krista followed him.


" What about that man ? " Krista asked.


" I don't care " Vincent just calmly replied while climbing down.
 
Giving them an uncertain promise, was one thing. How Vincent reacted was entirely different. Jonathan learned a few things about them from the encounter. First, Vincent was a stone cold killer and will do anything follow a schedule. Seeing him look out the window several times throughout the questioning and then finally snapping when the sun went down. Jon had believed he'd be dead before the sun completed its descent. Second, was Krista. She had never seen an execution before and it looks like she would like to keep it that way, She's the kind who'd rush to a complete stranger's help regardless of the danger it would pose to her or her companions. A sort of hero-complex filled that one. Third, He needed to get out of here.


Thankfully, none of those two ever thought to sack his gear. He let the blood recirculate first before heading out of the apartment complex and following the duo. The curfew was about to take place and he wasn't sure if the guard would come check this place, not like he wanted to find out about it. He quickly took his pack and was relieved all that he scrounged up was still there. The pistol stayed safe inside his jacket, not that one round would do him any good.


He walked over to their escape route and went in after them. The darkness would prove to be a problem, but Jon had no choice. He would just have to hug the wall and hope it circles back into itself or leads to an exit. The muzzle flash from the pistol might help light the way, but that would only work once. He tried to pinpoint their echoes to locate them and maybe, just maybe follow them out. The tunnel was slightly light and Jon almost fell into a hole. A rope was located beside him which descended into the hole. Since he was in a hurry, he decided to take strips of the clothes he got and wrapped them around his hands as fast roped after the voices. The fabric of the clothes still let some of the heat in, but it was bearable. He needed to catch up to them.
 
" Was it really fine leaving him there.. ? " Krista asked as he looked at Vincent checking out a table.


Vincent, So focused on organizing his gears, Ignored Krista's question. He was thinking what to carry and what they would need in this expedition. He then grabbed two gas masks and handed one to Krista as he takes it and studies it for awhile. He then attached his mask to his bag where he can easily access it when needed. Putting it inside the bag would only take some time in taking it out.


Meanwhile, Krista was sniffing the mask as she scoffed and pinched her nose, Covering the nostrils and complained. " This stinks ! " but still, Vincent ignores her as he continues to organize everything. Most of all, They needed a flashlight, He took one of the flashlights and checked if it was still working. Flipping the switch on and tapping it. The light went on. He was relieved to see it on.


Meanwhile, Krista was still complaining about her mask being stinky and all, and then she saw the beam of light from the flashlight and muttered softly, " whoa.. " . But still, Vincent ignored her.


He then hooked the light unto his belt loop so that it wouldn't have to carry it always with his hand. He was almost ready, All he needed now was a weapon. Of course he has a colt 45. , But it only has 5 rounds, And it won't do him any good if it runs out. So he carried one of the switch blades just under the drawers of the table. Luckily, This was durable enough to stab some people. Stabbing them on soft spots like on the neck, or above the shoulder would mean using less force to stab someone, Meaning it would take long for the switch blade to break.


He then looked at Krista and asked, " Ready ? " as he puts on the green bag.


" I need a bag too " She offered as Vincent agreed. Just in case his bag would be full. Krista can use her bag to add more inventory. He searched under the table to find another bag, This one was pink. He then handed it over to Krista as he gladly took it and slid the mask inside and put the bag on then gave Vincent a thumbs up and a smile.


Vincent checked his wrist watch, it was already 6:43 pm. He then headed towards a what seems to be a sewerage system.


" To get out of the QZ, we need to get through here " He said as he pulled out the bars which was already easy to come off because of the past incidents of others pulling it out. He then set it aside and motioned for Krista to follow him.


" Come on " He said as he pushed himself upwards and started to walk, Then he could hear Krista following from behind and also complaining about the smell being worst than the mask. And also, After hearing that, Vincent instinctively sniffed his armpits, Not smelling anything bad.
 
The voices led Jon to what looked like a supply table. Some gas masks were there, and even better, the place had filters for the masks. He took 2 of the filters, one extra and one attached to the mask in his bag. He scrounged around and found no spare ammunition for this pistol. He'd have to make do with just one round a little bit longer. He checked around some more and found some flashlights, he checked them all too and most of them seemed to still light up. He took one and continued scrounging around some more, finding a stock pile of what looked like blades of different sorts hidden in a drawer. Jon felt that he had found all that he was looking for, except there was one problem, he didn't know where they went.


Jon had silently cursed at himself for being too caught up in the looting process he had forgotten to keep track of the voices. The room was not so well lit so he decided to turn on one of the flashlights he had found earlier and shined the light throughout the room stopping when he found a torn up map tacked to corkboard which hung on a wall. He studied the map and as best as it could tell him, the only other way was forward, it was a direct shot to the surface. He shined a light at the tunnel and saw that it looked fairly maintained. He decided to bring the second flashlight with him as he walked forward into the tunnel, into a well traveled path.


Jon had felt a slight comfort at the fact that he could defend himself out there and he was thankful that at least his pistol, an old 1911, still had at least one bullet in it. Might help me when I get bitten. He pushed the rogue thought away as he continued on. The tunnel stretched on with a few turns here and there but it seemed to lead him to a sewer system, the stench of all the decay assaulted his nose and for a moment he had considered using the gas mask but thought better of it. He couldn't be too sure that spores won't be right around the corner.


How long does this tunnel stretch? He kept the light shined ahead of him as he forged on, hoping that he'd catch up with the duo or simply going back to report a failure, even to do that he needed to escape the sewer system.
 
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Krista.


Krista was just following behind Vincent, She was really annoyed that they had to go through the sewerage system. A long tunnel that leads somewhere that probably only Vincent and his buddies, if he ever had one, knows. Every step she takes, She needed to be careful not to step on anything nasty on the ground. It IS a sewerage system. And also, Vincent doesn't seem to care. All he cares about right now is getting out of this place.


So to lighten up the mood, Krista tried to open up a conversation.


" So.. Are you always alone ? " She asked nicely, Trying to be friendly with Vincent. He looked like someone who would kill if insulted.


" Why do you say that ? " Vincent replied as he accidentally stepped on a shit. He must've realized it because he cursed silently.


" Well.. " Krista stopped for a moment and tried to look for an answer. It must be because, He always show aggressiveness even in front of others. But saying that may get her killed, So she thought of something else. Some less, Insulting.


" It's because you don't talk much " She said, Hoping that it wouldn't insult Vincent.


But Vincent just gave a sigh and shone the path in front of them with the light. They were almost out, And it seemed like Vincent was also too eager to come out of the tunnel, Because he was fastening his pace.


" There's just nothing to talk about " He said as he just continued walking, Facing his back towards Krista.


Krista was still annoyed at how, "unopen" Vincent was. He doesn't share much about his life. It must've sucked so bad that he's too embarrassed to share it. She smiled a bit thinking what kind of life Vincent had. But she only reminded herself of her own past, Back in that chamber of Stan. The smile on the face of Krista disappeared that moment she thought about that.


As she was continuing walking, She accidentally bumped unto Vincent who was just standing there. She took a peek in front of him to see that they were already at the end.


"Whoa.. " She muttered softly as Vincent jumped down the Tunnel and landed on some soft ground.


He then turned around and offered a hand to Krista, As she held it and jumped down as well.


" Where are we ? " Krista asked, Not knowing where they are. It was her first time outside the walls of the quarantine zone.


" Just outside of the quarantine zone, The sewerage system leads out you know. It's not like they keep them stored in the Zone " Vincent replied as he started to walk, Then Krista followed.


For such an old man like him. He sure knows a lot. And Krista felt secured being around him.
 
Jonathan took his time to go through the tunnel. As much as it looked used and well traveled, he just couldn't take the chance to simply run through it too many variables are present and he was not familiar with this tunnel system. If anything, Jon was surprised Boston even had a sewerage system. He often wondered how the rare running water moved through Boston and now he was walking inside his answer. The stench of it all continued its assault on his senses, but overtime it became bearable, either that or he had actually been in the tunnel for so long it has desensitized him to the stench or killed his smelling sense entirely.


He took the silence of the tunnel as a chance to reflect on everything that has happened so far. The Oxford job, his past, what he had been doing since then, simply everything. 20 years in and he still hasn't found a single trace of his parents, and for all he knew they could already be bloaters in some forgotten part of the country. He tried his best to cling to hope that his parents were out there and uninfected, a hope slowly losing its spark every year. Being a scavenger, a smuggler, even an a gun for hire once, Jon just couldn't help but think he was going about this little problem all wrong, that he should be out there searching rather than staying inside the walls of Boston and participating in the rampant infighting that takes place within the QZ. This Oxford job seemed to be his ticket out of his current lifestyle and into a better one, but what was the guarantee that it was all true, that everything will simply fall into place. So far B.Ox, had given him two empty boxes of bullets, a handgun with one in the chamber and a promise. The getting screwed over part was something he was used to, however the promise of a better set him entirely on edge, questioning almost everything regarding it. He had my curiosity with the ration cards, but then he got my attention with the promise of a better life. Worrying about it would get Jon nowhere, he would have to simply just jump the hurdle when he gets there, if he gets there. The tunnel seemed to continue stretching onward, a veritable black abyss lit up only by the sole beam of light from his flashlight.
 
Vincent started to walk ahead of Krista as she followed from behind. He knew where this path would lead, It would lead them to the city of Boston where it will probably be dangerous. But there was no other way. Taking a longer path didn't always meant safety. He looked back to check up on Krista to see how she was doing. But she seems to be doing fine, Except she was complaining how hard the terrain was.


" You okay back there ? " He asked her as she looked up.


" I hate this road, I'm not liking the outside word much now " She complained as Vincent snickered and looked ahead of him.


" It's only gonna get worst " He said as he can hear Krista curse from behind.


They kept on moving no matter what kind of obstacle was on their way. The only thing that was concerning Vincent at the moment was the man from before whom they left. He either could've escaped or got captured by the guards who probably heard the gunshots.


" Are we there yet ? " Krista asked.


Vincent shook his head and replied, " We get there when we get there "


After a couple of walk. They finally arrived at the edge of the debris that they were in. There were platforms that they can climb up to reach the top. But it was high, Even Vincent a 6'1'' man can't even reach it even by jumping. So he turned around and faced Krista.


" Come on, I'll boost you up " he said as Krista looked at him nervously. It seemed like she was never boosted up before to reach higher terrains.


" Come on " Vincent called out again, " We haven't got all day " he added as Krista followed.


First, Vincent bent down a bit as he held is hand together on top his right knee. Krista then raised her foot on top and stepped on Vincent's hands. And then she climbed up as Vincent shoved her upwards to boost her jump. She then climbed up having a little trouble on doing so.


" Alright, Help me up " Vincent said as he positioned himself under and Krista lent a hand for him. Then Vincent jumped, Grabbing her hand as she pulled him up, and also Vincent pulling himself up. He finally got up and looked up at the other platform, It was just low enough for Vincent and Krista to climb up and so they did.


" We go that way " Vincent said as he pointed at the ruined city of Boston.


" Beautiful " Krista said as she was amazed by the beauty of the ruined city in the light of the moon.


" It was even more beautiful when it was not in ruins " Vincent added as he continue to walk towards the city with Krista following him from behind.
 
Jon had forged on in the tunnels beneath the QZ of Boston. He was sure the end would be within reach, he was grateful for his correct prediction. He could not believe how much he had missed the fresh air of the outside world, then again to him, it's always the little things that count. So far, the guard have not been aware of the escape attempts by him and the other two. Another problem arose though, Where had the two went? The only plausible answer lie in the unclaimed territory that is Boston City.


The night had given him ample cover from the watchmen posted on the walls, evading the search lights was easy enough. His destination was the city and he hoped he was not too far behind the pair. He had several options available to him as he left the immediate search radius of the guard. No doubt if they smelled renegades they would hunt them down to the heart of Boston, where it would either be death by infected or a bullet to the head.


The choices available were either he could pick his way through the streets or glide through the ruins above ground, using the wreckage as makeshift bridges from building to building. Either way had their merits but he had to choose now, waiting any longer would just make the trail cold, not that he was ever hot on their trail or that a trail could be found within the ruins anyway. He had a dark hope that they'd run into some infected, the trail of dead bodies would at least give him a path assuming they were even that violent and fool hardy. Another possibility would open up, if they ran into infected it would slow them down.


He checked the pistol concealed in his jacket and moved onward, deciding to take the higher route and glance down at the street in case those two would decided that the avenues and alleys would be faster. So many variables were present that he could not be sure about anything. He'd just have to do as usual when out in Boston, head low, eyes open, feet steady and make no noise. "I was hoping to catch them in tunnels, but sometimes karma just decides to bite you in the ass." He muttered to himself as he hauled himself up to the second floor of ruined building, using its collapsed roof as leverage for added height.
 
They were walking on the streets of Boston. They were in between big buildings, Ruined that is. And as always, Krista from behind looked amazed while walking. It really was her first time in places like this. Vincent only hoped that she saw how beautiful cities were before the outbreak. The flickering colorful lights, Fireworks, Parks, and carnivals. But now, Everything was just crap. Buildings where windowless, Mostly. Broken cars can be found everywhere. The roads were cracked, Rigid, and out of place. But, When it's day time. The sight of the city that is being taken over by nature was not so bad.


As they were walking, Their path was cut off by a large bus toppled over horizontally. Vincent scratched the back of his head in annoyance and muttered, " Great " . He then looked around for any alternate route towards the center of Boston.


" It's blocked " Krista commented as she was placing her hands on her hips.


" No shit " Vincent replied as he walked towards a building. The door was boarded up, and so was the window. It looked like a futile act of trying to keep the infected out. They can't get through here. Just not possible.


" Hey Vincent " Krista called out as Vincent turned around to see pointing at an alley way. " Through here " She said.


Vincent walked towards her and went ahead of her in the alleyway to check if it was safe. He attached his back towards a wall and took a little peek from side to side. It seemed fine, there was nothing in there but filled garbage and a puddle. He them motioned Krista to come as she complied and followed Vincent.


" So, Where are we going ? " Krista asked as she tilted her head sidewards.


" To a good friend of mine, We can gather up some supplies there before we head out to Chicago " Vincent answered as he continued walking.


" Is he, like you ? " Krista asked again, Unsure of her question.


" What do you mean ? " Vincent asked in reply this time. Unsure of her question.


" Well.. Old ? " She added as she raised an eyebrow at Vincent.


Vincent just gave a little chuckle and shook his head. " You'd be surprised " he answered.


Then all of a sudden, As they were passing through another crossed path. Suddenly, Something grabs Vincent from both his collar on his shirt. He can hear Krista give a loud surprise gasp. Vincent, letting his guard down finally grabbed It's arm and looked at it's face. He then saw it was an infected, Not just Any infected. A Clicker.


It was groaning while making it's clicking noises. And also, It was trying to force itself down on Vincent while he was trying to push it away. Or trying to keep it away from him at least. He was pushing from the Clickers neck with his left arm. And he was searching for his switch blade on his pocket. He finally grabbed it and took out the blade as he stabbed the Clicker on the right side of it's neck. The sound of cutting flesh and gushing blood was already normal to Vincent. But for him to let his guard down, That was new. Slowly, The Clicker started to weaken. And finally it died.


" W-what is it !? " Krista asked in a panicky and scared voice.


" It's a Clicker.. " Vincent replied, " Seeing as there's one here, There must be more of them somewhere.. " He paused as he looked around, He tried to focus his hearing. At first, He couldn't hear anything, Then he can hear faint clicking noises. There were more.


" Come on " He called out to Krista as he started to run in the alley and Krista following him.


" T-that was Intense " Krista commented again.


" No shit " Vincent replied.
 
Jon had continued to move along the ruins on the second floors of the buildings, it was somewhat difficult to see where he was going as the darkness of the night seemed to make the shadows inside the buildings darker than they should. The sole beam of light from the his flashlight led the way, it wouldn't have mattered which route he took, it would still be dark, uncertain and dangerous. Even though runners could see, Jon took solace in the fact that they ignored flashlights or any light sources. He had used it to his advantage once when had to skirt a group of them before in a previous job. He still couldn't believe his luck, surviving so long out in Boston and willing to go out time and again.


Click. Click. Click. Click. Click.


Well Shit. Jon heard the telltale sounds of clicker filled the dark hallway he was in, he flashed his light in all directions to see if there were any within the vicinity. There weren't any, light was always Jon's best friend out in Boston, the runners ignore it and clickers are blind. He just had to make the least amount of noise as possible. He went into a crouch and began moving down the hallway, sticking close to the walls and moving to the center if he was near a door. So far so good, he had to keep his eyes on the floor as well because any sound would alert a clicker, any sound would alert a whole mess of them.


CRACK!


Motherfckkr! Jon had to move quickly now, not yet breaking into a full run but hiding inside a room. He was in luck as the crack has only attracted one clicker. Just one? This doesn't seem right. He turned around and almost ran into another clicker. It surprised him and he had to keep his cool for this one, it wasn't moving at all it was simply standing there, he could skirt around it or kill it then and there. He decided to go around it, taking his time and being careful.


CRACK CRACK CRACK.


As he heard the first crack he had already broke into a full run bolting outside the room and down the hallway past the clicker. He turned to shine his light back and saw one clicker come into view...then three more. The hallway ended into a hole, he peered down and jumped anyway, he landed onto an overturned bus and decided to pick a direction and stick with it, leaping off the bus and started running again. He didn't have time to deliberate anything, he had clickers on his ass. They were fast, but he was faster than them, they just didn't seem to tire out quickly though.
 
Vincent and Krista where in a very bad situation right now. Not only is the place full of Infected, Vincent also forgot to take back his switch blade from before. He was crouched down beside a dumpster, Krista was beside him also crouched down. The reason why they were hiding was, There was an infected right out in the open. It's not because he can't kill those. It's because they might alert the others, Leading them to their deaths.


" Stay low, and walk quietly " Vincent informed Krista in a whisper tone. She just nodded with a nervous smile or some sort. Vincent can't tell.


Vincent took a little peek as he can see there were two of them right now. Both runners. Meaning they can see. The Clickers however are blind, They rely on their hearing to see. They were in a pretty bad position right now. Vincent can't do anything but wait for them to go. The great thing about the infected is, They are pretty gullible. They react to almost anything around them.


So Vincent grabbed a rock, and threw it to the other side of the alleyway. It was enough for them to get past the Runners. The moment the rock landed and made a small thud. The Infected turned their heads toward the sound, and started walking towards there.


" Come on " Vincent whispered to Krista as he began to move. He was staying low, And so was Krista. If one of them were to be spotted right now. It wouldn't be a good situation.


Luckily, They were able to get past the Infected, But another dead end was blocking their way. Vincent looked around for another alternative path. There was nowhere else for them to go but through a building, or they need to retrace their steps. Vincent didn't risk it, He grabbed the nearest door to him and twisted the knob. But it didn't work. It was locked.


" Damn " he cursed silently as he can hear more moaning from a distance, Constantly getting closer and closer. They don't need to waste more time right now. So Vincent kicked down the door to open with all his might. Of course it made a loud sound and alerted the horde of infected.


" Get in ! " Vincent called out to Krista as she ran inside with him following in. He then closed the door but it wouldn't stay close so he had to block it with his body for the mean time. Vincent looked around for something heavy to block the door. And then a force made Vincent jump forward a little, They were banging on the door right now.


" Krista ! Get something, Anything ! " He called out as Krista complied and looked for something. For a moment she disappeared. And Vincent kept his back on the door, Trying to keep it shut. He can hear loud hissing and Clicking from the outside. Letting all of them in would be the end of him. Then there was another strong push from them as Vincent moved a little forward. Then he quickly went back to block the door.


" Krista ! " He called out to her again.


" I'm looking, I'm looking ! " She responded in a panicky voice and there was another strong push again. He won't be able to hold out much longer.


" Found one ! " She said as Vincent can hear a dragging noise. It must've been pretty heavy for it to make such a loud noise.


" Faster ! " He called out again as he can see Krista from the pathway pushing a large wardrobe.


Once again, There was another push as Vincent stumbled forward even farther, But before he was able to block the door again, One of the infected stuck their head in.


" S-shit ! " He cursed as he took out the gun from his back pocket and aimed it at the Infected's head. He then pulled the trigger as there was a loud BANG. Then he slammed his back towards the door as there was a sound of ripping flesh and crushing bones. The head was decapitated.


" Here ! " Krista said as she placed the wardrobe by dragging it beside Vincent to cover the edge of the door. Then Vincent quickly moved aside and pushed the wardrobe to cover the door completely.


He then stuttered backwards and wiped the sweat from his forehead and breathed heavily. That was a close call.


" I did good right.. ? " Krista said as she was also breathing heavily.


Vincent looked at her and looked back at the wardrobe. " Not bad " he answered as he straighten back up, Breathing a little slower now.


" So.. Where are we.. ? " Krista asked as Vincent tapped his flashlight, Which was slowly dieing and it turned back up and shone forward.


The Light shined up a couple of empty metal shelves. Well mostly, There were only bags, empty cans, empty bottles and more random stuffs that Vincent can't really use.


" I don't know " Vincent said as he started to walk ahead of Krista. " Let's just keep moving " He added as Krista nodded.


" You got that right.. " She replied.
 
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