*STEVEN'S POINT OF VIEW*:
Non-stop running, non-stop panting, non-stop fear.
"I can't fucking believe this." Allison annoyedly growls, shooting a walker in the neck with an arrow as we run past it.
"Me either." I say back quietly, stabbing a walker in the head and sliding down a hill that leads to a seemingly empty gas station.
"Come on, careful." I turn back around to order both of my followers.
Louis runs silently but pants wildly as he keeps pace, and he's obviously shaken up about leaving Harry behind, which is understandable.
An alleyway lines some stores down the street and we keep pace, running through it as the skies begin to darken above our heads.
A walker stirs from the ground where he leans against a garbage can, and Allison's crossbow has come in quite handy for speed runs like this.
"I don't think they're following us." Louis speaks from behind us, his voice echoing throughout the walls of the alley.
"We've gotta keep going." I tell the older boy and turn around to continue our pace down the narrow path.
"Are you sure?" Allison calls behind me, "Maybe if we go back someone may need our help."
"No," I start, "they know where to go, and if they–" I stutter, sighing loudly. "If they didn't make it, it doesn't change the fact that we still have to get to Lewes."
"Harry's gonna make it." Louis says, and the pride in his eyes was unimaginably present. No one says a thing as we walk toward the exit of the alleyway, leaving a silence upon us. "Allison, shoot that walker."
Allison follows his orders and shoots a walker that had entered the exit of the alley, and Louis jogs up to it remarkably, pulling out the arrow and handing it back to Allison.
Louis pulls the dead guy from his arm, out the exit of the buildings and pulls out his pocket knife, one that each and every person in our group owns, Louis begins cutting the dead person open by his stomach.
Lou starts shoveling guts and blood onto his hands, writing over a large sign, advertising land for sale just a few blocks away.
He traces his letters finely, every so often grabbing another handful of guts to use as ink.
As he finishes, he steps away to look at what he'd done, and the writing spelt in big capital letters, "HARRY, GO TO LEWES. –Louis"
"If he's alive. Or anyone from our group for that fact of the matter, they'll know where I'm headed, let alone you both." He wipes his bloody fingers and hands on his pants, and picks his knife out of the walker's abdomen before continuing to pace down the street before us.
I look down at Allison as she looks up at me, the girl a few inches shorter than me, we both look back to Louis, and follow him reluctantly.
We walked for what seems like hours, Louis leading the way while I chatted in the back with Allison, every time passing a big enough sign, Louis would kill the nearest walker and write the same message for Harry over and over again.
"Louis?" I call up toward the boy, working up another masterpiece for Harry to hopefully end up finding.
"What?" He asks me back, not looking away from his bloody hands as he writes.
"It's getting kind of late, you wanna find some shelter?"
His eyes then turn to Allison and I from where we stand behind him, the evening air beginning to nip at my nose, and it doesn't feel as if just the morning of this day, I had an entire group by my side.
He looks back to his writings and steps back, almost past Allison, but stopping next to her, his eyes still focused on the blood.
Allison pulls a rag out of her backpack and hands it to Louis for him to use before he throws the bloody thing to the ground.
"Sure." Louis pulls his bag up his shoulders and looks to us on where exactly the shelter is supposed to be taken.
We walk for just a few more miles, looking for somewhere to stay, and as if I wasn't mistaken or just imagining things that weren't there, we were close to Lewes, and I can smell the ocean air already blowing on my face.
Some kind of toll station comes into view and Allison and I take out the few walkers that had resorted there.
'Ah' I let out a sigh and lay back on a couch that sits near the door of the station that we'd blocked off with anything we could find.
Louis stares out the window as the streets darken, and it's obvious there's hope inside of him that Harry and the others could come walking right through any minute, but it was doubtful.
Allison lurks around the station, a small store over in the corner where she walks the isles for anything interesting, the rest of the place exiting to bathrooms and an old McDonald's that used to occupy a whole family's road trip hunger.
Many cars line the roads in front of the toll stations, all as if the worker's are on break, and won't let anyone through.
All of them empty, my mind wanders to how many people had to escape, most likely when it all went down, leaving their cars in order to run for safety. And I can't help but become anxious that there would be a lot more people in the rest station than three or four.
Allison makes her way to the back of the building, where bathroom doors line the wall, and I hop up in order of putting her safety first.
"Woah Allison wait," I call for her, just as she was about to turn the handle in order to check out the bathrooms.
"Wait?" She asks, removing her black gloved hand from the door handle and slapping it at her thigh.
"Wouldn't you wanna clear it out first before barging in?" I ask her, gaining a heavy sigh from the girl as she readies her crossbow and opens the door quickly.
One walker, slumped against the wall at the end of the bathroom, none seemingly in the stalls or cabinets, just the helpless woman on the ground, reaching for the air at us from meters away.
Allison shoots a yellow and green arrow right between the eyes of the dead woman, freezing her motions quickly.
"See–" Allison grabs her arrow and stomps back at me sassily, "obviously, I can handle myself." She states confidently, turning the nob to the men's bathroom.
As soon as the door creaks open, the smell and sound is vividly able to be heard.
Many walkers, crowded in the bathroom as if they were trapped and locked inside of it, stumble out straight at Allison and I.
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Oblivion {n.h.}
FanfictionOblivion-The state, action, or feeling of being completely forgotten. Total forgetfulness.