WARNING: This is the sequal to the story "How Much Do You Love Me?" Please read that one first before starting this story. THANK YOU!! <3
Lilith Ashburn just survived what seemed impossible so far in a world inhabited by undead flesh eating creat...
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Jorge had his bag on his back with his flashlight in and a knife in the other. Everyone else was equipped with a melee weapon; however John was with his rifle back in one piece. He opened the door which caused an echoing creak from the rusty hinges. The only thing in the hallway was darkness.
"It's just only one path straight to the sewer," Jorge explained "After that keep your guards all the way up. You never know what wandered in the sewers."
They began to walk down the hallway with their guards up anyway. There was nothing but darkness walking along this corridor.
John spoke up "You planned this escape so well...just not what would happen afterwards."
"I already said I make it up as I go," Jorge responded.
"Want me to make a suggestion?"
"Go ahead smart guy."
"Wouldn't it better if we move from small town to small town."
Lilith interrupted it "We did that in Parrish and well..let's just say John put a bullet in that guy's head."
Jorge realized "Alright so we hit bigger cities going East, but not too big."
"I disagree," Damien said "Going along the coast would mean we are near water. We can find a boat and just cruise around the southern Coast of Florida. It will be safer than just walking across the entire state treading through hundreds of miles of Infected."
"And gas?" John asked.
"We will hit docks along the way and scavenge for food, water, and gas." Damien said "We might need a big boat too. Once we get to Miami and figure out how to develop this cure we need someplace to stay and fortify. Why can't it be the boat? Set up on the end of a dock that is only one way to get off or on. Infectors can't climb or swim."
Tiffany included "How do you know they can't swim?"
"A hunch."
"I see no reason why we can't," Jorge agreed "This is a team effort and I'm glad you all realize it. I can't be the boss all the time."
Lilith saw a light "I see light guys."
"Its just sewer lights automated by the cities power and is to stay on even in times of emergency like this. In short the lights never run out until they bust or blow out."
"Fun to know," Lilith said.
When they reached the end of the hallway there was a solid metal grate that had hinges on it. Jorge looked left and right. The sewer was completely dry with one infector visible to the right walking around the corner. "Everyone stay put, I'll deal with it," Jorge said "You can start to come out
He opened the grate and jumped down to the bottom of the sewer which was about 2 feet below. Then he rushed up behind the infector to slam his knife in the back of its head. As he gently let the corpse down he gave the signal that it was safe.
"If this isn't the creepiest place I've been in then I don't know what will be," Tiffany exclaimed.
Jorge pointed down the sewer line "The way to the manhole is clear follow me. Its only a few blocks from the entrance of Salutem."
They began to creep forward with weapons raised ready to fight. The sewers were at a dead silence except for the occasional distant echoed infector moan. It smelled as foul as Indian food being cooked in a microwave. The only light shining was Jorge's flashlight and the dimly lit wall lights. Jorge stopped under a manhole which natural light was coming through.
"This is it," he said "I'm going to see if the alleyway is clear."
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He climbed up the ladder reaching the top where he pushed up quite the force to lift up the cover. He poked his head out and looked left then right. He saw nothing so he finished taking off the cover; sliding it over making a crunching noise from the sliding caused an infector from the street to come in the alley. "Son of a bitch," Jorge exclaimed as he finished climbing up he unsheathed his knife. Getting ready to strike he couldn't because a blade already pierced through the back of its head before he could. An older looking man had his spear 6 inches deep in the back of the infectors head. As soon as Jorge noticed him he drew his magnum and aimed it as the man. The man also pulled his pistol on Jorge with the spear still sticking in the infector's head.
"Who the hell are you?" Jorge asked.
"Not your enemy."
"What makes you say that?"
"You spoke before pulling the trigger."
Jorge lowered his weapon "Who are you?"
"I'm looking for a place called Salutem."
Jorge vaguely looked at him "Its gone."
"How do you know?"
"I was their leader. There is 5 of us left including me."
"I have 2 including me. My wife and I."
"Before we start explaining I would like to bring them up. They will not hurt you unless I tell them to."
The man nodded his head, still keeping an eye on him. Jorge walked back to the manhole and spoke down it softly "Okay come up guys. There is someone up here you might wanna see." Everyone quickly rushed up the ladder. Jorge was talking to the man "You never answered me."
"I'm Garrison or Garrus for short," his wife was standing right next to him "And she is Emily."
Emily, a little bit shorter than Garrus; her build was almost as good as his, stood there gazing at Jorge, judging him "You need to work on your greetings."
"I guess that's just today's etiquette," Jorge smirked "I'm Jorge...with a J. That guy with the sniper rifle is my twin brother John, the long haired fellow is Damien, the girl that's almost his height is Tiffany, and the short dark haired one is Lilith or Lily."
Emily stared at Lilith judging her looks and build "No offence, but how have you survived this far?"
"Social Darwinist...that's funny," Lilith snickered "Well it wasn't philosophy or snarky beliefs," she said sarcastically.
"Snappy I see."
"Let's just go," John said "We just got two more able bodies and that's the only thing that matters."
Everyone walked out of the alley with gear in hand.
