Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 45.

Winters in London are long and stubborn, snowing ever most often and the freezing winds remind you of the days you were young, making snowmen in the front yard and nearly getting hypothermia in your hands from being out too long.

My fingers stick out of my gloves tenderly as our propane tank group stretch along the way throughout the sewers, only the sound of wind whistling through the holes and escapes of the underground. All of the water that had dripped down the times before, now frozen icicles.

"Shouldn't be too far South, I'm not entirely sure I even remember the way if I'm honest, but we can't miss it." Allison speaks from up ahead, the path narrowing as we make our way down the sewers, less and less into the underground.

I look at my feet as I walk, my breaths getting heavier due to the crisp air that sits at the back of my throat.

"Up here." Allison sets her crossbow on top of the large step, about a foot taller than her before jumping and pulling herself up with her hands forcefully.

After she astrays herself on top of the step, she turns around in order to reach down for Steven with an out wrenched hand.

He grabs it without hesitation and the pattern continues, the pace quickening as each member turns around to help up the next. Jade, Liam, my turn, then lastly Niall.

As soon as everyone makes it up the large step, Allison runs up the stairs, making her way up to the snow-covered world.

The grey skies starting to darken as the night approaches us shortly.

We make our way up to Allison, and my eyes adjust to where we've ended up. Just outside of the city where smaller flats and new neighborhoods begin just down the way.

"Down there." Allison points, and my eyes follow her finger to a grey built building not far down the road, having to peer through the ice that covers my eyelashes.

The eerie city frowns upon us, covered in winter snowflakes, shielding the buildings as we walk away slowly, only the sound of crunching of our boots in the ice.

When we reach the building its just a garage with things useless to people without showers.

The other four people of my mission group push past me as they make their way inside, all ready to carry a huge propane tank each.

As I stand there in the cold, taking one step inside the shelter, I hear the sound of boots similar to mine running across the snow behind me, loudly crunching beneath their feet. The scurrying way too quick to be a walker and too heavy to be an animal.

I whip around quickly, facing my machete out in fighting stance, only to find that nothing is there. Furrowing my eyebrows, I begin to question my sanity, walking over to where Niall is grabbing a propane tank off of a shelf in the back.

He grunts as he hands me it carefully, trying his best not to drop it.

"You got it?" I ask Niall carefully, one small hand still on the tank. "I'm gonna take a sweep of the outside of the building." I speak to my boyfriend again, still keeping the boots I'd heard behind me vivid in my mind.

"Stay alert." He tells me, kissing my cheek and pursing his lips as I already begin to walk backwards towards the garage opening.

I make my way across the building, exiting into the cold air again, looking around before turning to the right and pacing the perimeter of the garage.

Some large pine trees scatter the area and I shove a branch out of my face, some snow falling off of it like powdered sugar. My vision is cleared and a male walker lies against the trunk of the pine tree, his face bashed into the bark, his brain a bloody mess against the nature. If his dead face was recognizable at one point, it wasn't now.