𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐎 (𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐔𝐒) *editing*

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥'𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬❄️

"You're okay!" Maeve almost cried relief tears seeing Ellie after David killed another clicker. She seemed okay but a bit shaken, other than that, she looked unscathed. She brandished the rifle she took from David, hurrying toward them.

"Barely," Ellie responded breathlessly and checked the rifle's chamber. "There's a lot of them."

"No shit, kid," Adam chimed. "Infected like to travel."

"I fucking know that!"

"ENOUGH!" David boomed, silencing Ellie and Adam from arguing further. "We don't have time to be against each other."

Maeve agreed. There was no telling how many more of the infected there were. Time was against them, and this mill was like a maze of mazes. Every which way, there were only corridors but no exit. They entered a hall that was raised over the ground; it led into a larger room. There was a mechanism in the center of the room, it looked like an old elevator of sorts. It was broken, the platform stuck on this floor, seemingly stable for anyone to just walk on it and then give away.

"It's a dead end," the sisters deflated. "How on earth did they use this building?"

"What do we do?"

David reloaded his gun. "We hold our ground."

"Is there any other choice?" Maeve wanted a second option. She had no arrows and her knife could only do so much damage against an army of infected.

"We die," Adam spoke. His eyes sharply scanned the surrounding area.

"Looks like these guys fought those things and lost." Ellie made a sudden comment, which caused Maeve to turn and see a couple of bloodied bodies on the floor.

"Dear Lord," David said. Did he know them? "We've been looking for these boys." Guess he did. "Doesn't matter now. Grab their gear."

"Hey, you can make a Molotov or two with this," Ellie climbed up the steps onto a slightly higher stage, grabbing an empty bottle and alcohol. "Looks like there's some nails and stuff here too - you can make a bomb."

"Bombs and molotovs?" Adam eyed her, reloading his gun as the screams of the infected grew closer. "Just who are you?"

Maeve ignored him, hurrying around the railings and toward Ellie. She made quick work of the materials, beginning to make a Molotov when runners burst through the way they came, with friends behind them. Urgency filled her.

"Get ready!" David yelled, already shooting at the infected.

Before they all knew it, there were nearly a dozen of infected. Too many to keep up with. Gunshots and wrangled screams echoed through the winter atmosphere. Empty bullet casings littered the floor as did blood.

"Get off me!" Ellie was suddenly overwhelmed by infected while trying to reload the rifle in her hands.

Maeve quickly aided her, hurrying to stab one of the runners from behind. She ignored how the blood made her hands feel colder.

"Die, you gross fucker!" Killing them seemed to get easier, she realized. She automatically knew the right places to jab at to put them down fast. She felt lucky enough the cold numbed her nose, and the smells weren't as pungent.

"Clicker!"

She wondered when she'd stopped seeing those. It came into the open without warning, screaming out, attacking the first person near it.

"Adam, watch out!" David shouted to his son, busy fighting two infected.

"The fuck--!" The dark-haired boy wasn't quick enough to shoot the clicker and was grappled by it. He struggled against its strength. Had he been well-rested, perhaps he'd easily fought it off. He was losing dominance.