The End of Days

[22]

Snow fell heavy on the long road, slowing the vehicles momentum much to Liam's dismay. He'd stayed an extra night in the freezing home, not chancing Adam's body to the wether. Liam's fingers nearly feel off in the process from the cold but he wouldn't have left otherwise.

It hurt. There wasn't much else to say. Adam lost his kid and the world ended and all he cared about was making it right, he should've gotten his chance.

Liam had memorized the address over and over in his head, memorized the route to the place from the map they'd found. It was just half an hour away. Adam was half an hour from his daughter when he'd passed.

Liam had pulled the slip of paper that Adam had been obsessing over for longer than he even knew about the girl. He had been planning the trip out since the very start. Liam would have arrived ages ago but he woke that morning to a foot of snow and he didn't wanna waste a second trying to scavenge for chains.

Paige was the name written with the address. He wasn't even sure if she was alive. Chances were slim to none. Liam pushed on anyway, cussing furiously as the vehicle halted where it had already been slowly plowing through the evergrowing layer of snow.

The good thing was, houses were becoming fewer and farer between. In Liam's mind, it would help him spot out the house quicker. His eyes slid over the dark sky and harsh winds outside, then to Adam's bag that he'd refused to leave behind. He huffed "Fuck it," before covering himself the best he could and abandoning the vessel of death in the middle of the storm.

The bite from yesterday had yet to cause him issues and suddenly, zombie's were no longer a concern of his. Sure he could still die and hurt and freeze to death but why should that matter to him anymore? Liam had nothing, maybe not even this. He could afford the risk. If nothing came of it well..he hadn't thought that far ahead.

Liam forced up the bags on both shouders, double strapping them across his back. The mask on his face hardly protected from the whipping of cold against his skin and he couldnt see a thing but he pushed on anyway, reciting the numbers in his head.

He counted each step, measuring out the distance. Half a mile had been his goal. Just about the time he thought he must've missed his stop due to the blur, a tall structure came into view and he halted.

Let her be alive, he prayed. Liam wasn't religious. Hell, he wasn't sure any religin would even take him. But for the girls sake, for Adam's whereever he was. Please let her live. His fists pounded on the door, forcing the sound over the thundering wind outside. He called out but he could hardly hear his own voice.

"If anyones there- please!" Liam pounded over and over, fist laboring after every repetition, slowing after several moments passed and no sign of life emerged. Then something caught his eye. The windows were boarded up, inside and out. However the tiniest sliver was left exposed through the wood and the warmth of light broke through. The pounding returned, harder and urgent. "I dont wanna die!" Liam hoped that would do the trick.

Nothing came for a moment and he stopped, disappointment swallowing him whole. Then the surface he'd been leaned up against vanished and so did the support holding him up. That with the weight on his back left him stumbling forward into nothing but wood flooring.

The sounds of the the weather outside muffled into thudding and whistles, suddenly the air around him rested and his limbs could settle into a dull ache.

"Get up." The harsh voice spoke.

Liam spotted the sound of the gun as soon as it was loaded, no doubt pointed straight for him. He did as told, forcing himself to his knees. Liam pulled at the mask on his face slowly as the stranger swivled around him to see his face.