Dangerous Fellows (Imagines)

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You opened your eyes and were met with darkness. Carefully pushing yourself up to sit on the couch, you stretched and quietly groaned. Despite the couch being a little too hard and sometimes a spring poked through, you slept the best in months. When your eyes got used to the dark, you look around. Zion was keeping watch, sitting on a kitchen chair, but his head was hanging suspiciously low on his chest and light sounds were sometimes coming from him.

You scoffed and grinned to yourself. Guarding, huh? More like sleeping.

It was only to your advantage, making it easier for you to leave. Standing on your tiptoes, you strolled to the door and tried to open it.

It opened without any protest and your eyebrows shot up.

They didn't have a key?

Maybe no, maybe they only found the key to the roof top door. Shrugging your shoulders, you stepped over the threshold and shut the door closed as silently as you could behind yourself.

Now this was much easier that I thought.

Last night as you were falling asleep, you were preparing yourself to look through the boys' things to find a key to the door. Never would you have expected them to just leave the door open for everyone or everything that might come in. You were surprised how come they were still alive with their careless precautions.

Alright, now you just had to find your way out. You opted to go down instead of through the roof and the other building. There still could've been the men sleeping somewhere, or zombies freely roaming around. Of course, zombies could've been in this building as well, but you trusted these boys that they had at least as much sense in them to barricade the entrance door properly.

Your task was only to find a spot they have missed - you always found some as you spent days hiding away from men or zombies.

Pushing the sleeves of your shirt up to your elbows, you aimed for the staircase and stepped down, going lower and lower and lower.

The first floor.

Rounding the corner of the last stairs, you were met with an empty hallway. Little mailboxes were on each side of the wall and a dead dry plant in one corner. Right before you was a big wardrobe which they must've gotten from one of the apartments, preventing anyone to come in or go out. It seemed to big for you to be able to move it away on your own.

Well, at least they did a good job locking themselves in and the zombies out.

The big wardrobe really was strong enough to hold a zombie trying to get in. Or ten of them, you supposed. The door could be opened only from inside, so there was no way a zombie would just open it and eat their way through the wooden closet.

The boys also didn't forget to make sure the windows on the first couple floors were shut closed and you couldn't open them - you learned so when you tried opening one on the first floor, wanting to jump down. So you just had to find a way out through the massive wardrobe. Observing the hallway, you had an idea. Walking closer to the wardrobe, you put one of your legs against the doorknob on one of its doors. Hoisting yourself up, your fingers held onto the edge of the wardrobe as you lifted your whole body onto it, minding the little distance between the wardrobe and the ceiling so as not to bump your head. It was just enough for you to lie down on the wardrobe.

There's the place they missed!

There was a tiny narrow window above the door - the wardrobe was just tall enough to hide the whole door but not the window above.

You pulled on it. Once, twice. It screeched, it couldn't have been opened for a long time. Rust was forming around the edges, keeping it shut in place. You just had to pull a little stronger. A little more. A tiny bit- there, almost!