Before I start the chapter I would just like to pay my respects to Anthoine Hubert, 3 years without him, rest easy angel. 🕊
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Pierre crept up the staircase, a flashlight in his hand and a pistol in a holster on his waist. He took a slightly shaky breath, he was slightly nerve wracking knowing someone or something else was probably in the place with you. A shiver ran down his spine as a sudden breeze of cold air greeted him. Daniel and Max exchanged glances as Carlos just kind of hummed the song smooth operator.
"Carlos, can you be quiet?" Max murmured, the humming was really putting him off from focusing. The Spaniard nodded and continued to walk. Pierre flinched at every little sound made, every footstep taken and every creak of a door. Everything was making him anxious. Every second he had to make sure everyone was with him just in case something had happened. He wondered how Seb and the others were doing
Seb spoke quietly, he was cautious as someone could be eavesdropping on them. He hated that feeling that you were being watched. Lewis, Lando and Charles were all keeping an eye out. Mick let out a pained groan and the Aston Martin driver worriedly looked at him,
"Mick, do you have any injuries or pains anywhere else?" He question as the German turned around and revealed a knife jammed into his back. Seb tried to remain calm as he prepared to take it out. Charles handed him more bandages and he pulled out the sharp object, tossing it to the side carelessly as he instantly pressed the bandages to the wound and began wrapping them around his torso.
"I hope Pierre and the others find whoever saved you. If they're still here... I have a gut feeling they are. Maybe even down here." He murmured.
Daniel kept an eye out for any sudden movement that wasn't them, he noticed how on edge Pierre was and frowned.
(Do you guys think Daniel should have a head injury?)
He continued to walk, still a bit shaken up from earlier. It had scared the living balls out of him. Max patted him on the back but it didn't do much to calm him down. A sigh escaped him as he payed attention to every sound and motion. Frowning, he swore he saw a figure in the bedroom upstairs before they found that zombie. He couldn't recall was it had looked like but the image burned in his brain. The Aussie froze and Carlos noticed, resting a hand on the guy's shoulder as he stared off into the distance trying trying remember what the figure looked like and if he had saw their face.
"Pierre and Max, amigos!" Carlos called as the two soun around and walked over.
"What's wrong?" Max asked, frowning as he waved his hand in front of the Aussie's face.
"I think I saw someone earlier... I can't remember what he looked like." Daniel frowned, his head ached as he tried to picture it again.
"Okay, just try!" Pierre suggested, not being that much help but he was desperate to find the person or creature. He waited impatiently...
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HorreurCarlos Sainz was a Formula 1 driver who worked with Ferrari until a zombie apocalypse began in Silverstone, UK... He and a few of his fellow drivers were lucky to escape as the gas infected the entire crowd and security. This is their journey and ho...
