Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 38.

"What?!" Steven shouts, just being given the news that walkers are potentially inside; eating our new friends as we speak.

"Shit!" Andrea yells forward as she pushes past me and up to where Thomas had just run the other direction.

We all follow behind, none of us prepared or having any weapons even on us at all, only Carly with her pistol.

The coast was perfectly clear the whole way we ran, but the screams and hungry moans from the dead were presently getting louder as we ran closer.

"Come on! The back door!" Thomas calls just ahead of us, motioning with his hand to tell us to keep following.

We reach the lounge where we'd just ate breakfast minutes earlier, still no sign of the dead.

"Go grab your weapons, I'll be in here, waiting." Andrea calls, pointing towards the bunk room sternly.

We do as we're told, my heart beating fast and breathing in pants, I grab my machete and revolver from beside the bed before joining Andrea back in the room shortly with the others.

As soon as we all become present in the room, Andrea and Thomas take off again, leading us around like lost puppies.

"Kaya and Kyle are waiting for us at the-" Andrea calls back before we turn another corner, the sound of the dead becomes vividly loud in my ears.

Turning around, I see a light from outside, leading dozens of walkers in at once, all coming this way.

"Go go go!" Carly taps on my shoulder as we run quicker, all having no idea where to be taken.

"Where are you taking us?!" Zayn calls up to Andrea, his breath shaky and obviously scared.

"There's one place, but it's risky, we've gotta take it!" Thomas calls back at him, gripping a rifle in his hands as he runs in front of Andrea.

Before I knew it, I go crashing into Niall in front of me, the whole group now stopped as Thomas moves something, sounding like hard metal and I know exactly where they are taking us now.

"Go!" Andrea shouts at us, Steven being the first to turn quickly and climb down a dark ladder way to his decent, the city sewage waiting for him below.

Jackson following him, then Niall and I. One by one our group climbs down as fast as we could; not knowing what to expect from the new world down under us.

Thomas grunts above us as he closes the lid of the ladder, now making my downfall one hundred times darker.

Taking a second to adjust to the light, the only sounds to be heard are the pants and grunts from the ladder goers and drips of water that fill the sewers below us.

"Made it." Steven whispers, making it to the bottom of the ladder, letting us all know there's not much longer to climb.

Again, one by one every one of us makes it to the bottom of the ladder, only to find ourselves in complete darkness with nothing but the smell of death and garbage.

My feet reach the slick and slimy concrete, and I straighten out my tank top, panting still from our sprint.

"Come on, Kaya and Kyle shouldn't be too far now." Andrea motions with her hand, as we stay to the side of the rushing water while the drops continue and our shoes pound across the concrete below.

"Where exactly are they waiting?" Liam wonders, and I'm pretty sure everyone else had the same question in mind.

"It's a bomb shelter, leads right back up into the city and is pretty big to fit all of us for a while, food, shelter, and much more of a luxury than you think." She leads on, making me more and more eager to get to this place she speaks of.

"These sewers, they're like a maze. Aren't you afraid someone or something might have found this place at some point?" Jade asks, bringing up a point I've never thought twice about.

"That's who the guard is for." Thomas answers for Andrea once again; something he seems to do often.

"Guard?" Steven gapes at him, narrowing his eyes before we turn a large corner of an intersection of musky water, revealing a wooden wall present, one door slapped right on the front of it, and it seemed to have been here for over a thousand years.

Andrea walks swiftly over to the wooden door, knocking five times in a musical pattern; some kind of secret that I'd never be able to master after just listening once..

Just a second later, an orange haired girl appears above our heads and to the right, but way up close to the ceiling that someone would have needed a ladder to get to. She had opened a shutter, one big enough to lean out of and point her huge hunting rifle at us.

"They with you?" The redhead asks, pursing her lips together in a duck face, waving the gun in our direction. Her voice is sweet and girly, but the way she holds the gun in our face gives her a slightly different impression than her voice does.

"This-" Andrea gestures with her hand up to where the girl leans, "is Lydia."

Lydia retreats back into the wooden building, slamming the shutter up loudly, and within a moment was at the door in front of us.

Opening it widely and sticking an arm out in a welcoming gesture, we walk in slowly. Lydia smiles, her grin huge and misleading.

She eyes all of us carefully, skillfully, and stealthily killing us with her smiling looks.

The place we find ourselves in could be described as a five-star Winter cabin; using your whole college tuition to rent out for one night.

"Woah." Harry speaks from next to Louis, both of them gaping at the room around them.

Stairs lead up from where Lydia shuts the door behind us, a ladder and chair sit up by where she had leaned out of the shutter.

Several doors line the wall to the left, all seemingly to be different rooms, two more stair cases leading up to a balcony that looks over the front room we stand in, comfy looking couches in 'L' shapes and fancy styled rugs to be seen in front of us.

Kaya and Kyle emerge from the door above the balcony, running down and thanking God that they see their friend's alive. Kaya running into Thomas's arms, the two of them kissing passionately, Andrea hugging Kyle similarly.

"I'd love to stick around for the love fest but I would much rather give our friends a tour." Lydia sasses, leaning on her rifle that points at the ground and she purses her lips again.

"Shall we?" She smiles brightly, gesturing to the first door on the right with her arm.