Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

[Book 2] Chapter 34

[Payton's POV]

Daryl and I slowly made our way through the prison, Daryl occasionally shined the light in search of the rest of the group but thankfully they were always in front of us. I turned my head to face Daryl, he was looking around frantically as if he'd seen a ghost.

'You alright?' I whispered, although I was still mad at him.

'I thought I heard something...' He muttered. 'But... It was only for a second, so I'm going to hope that whatever it was was a rat or one of the others.'

'Yes and we're falling behind because your ass is so slow.'

'You weren't saying that last-'

'Seriously?' I mumbled under my breath, rolling my eyes. I reached backwards and grabbed his shoulder, pulling him towards me as I picked up the speed so we could catch up with the slowly disappearing group.

'Stop tugging me! You're hurting me!'

'Don't be such a baby!' I hissed into the darkness.

'Payton!! Stop it, you're knocking my aim off!!'

'What are you aiming at? The bogeyman! Just suck it up and hurry up while we catch up!' I snapped, pulling a little harder.

Suddenly, Darly grabbed at my fingers and pushed them away from his shoulders, we stopped moving as he held my hand normally, not tightly but not loose enough for me to rip away from him.

He shined the torch up at my face and I squinted at the light as he twisted his hand till he could lock his fingers in me, I tightened my fingers against him and looked straight ahead, I could faintly see a smile cross his cheeks threw the little light that reached him and I instantly frowned.

'Oh no! I'm still mad at you!' I grunted as I pulled away and ran away to catch up with the rest of the group, leaving him to pick up his massive ego himself and try to catch up.

 A few seconds later, he rejoined me at the back of the group and we continued to stalk our way through the building, I could feel the men getting tense, so far, it was easy, nothing could be heard, nothing could be seen, it was quiet.

I presume everyone was thinking it was too quiet but with walkers in existence, too quiet doesn't exist because Zombies don't know the meaning of the word, it's all moaning and groaning.

Hey! I just worked something out! If all over the world people are turning into moaning and groaing walkers than really... They're all just becoming British!

Get it! Because British people are moody and... Zombies moan and groan and... and... Ok! I'm not funny all the time! I didn't take part in comedy roadshows for a reason!

'Payton...' Daryl whispered. 'Are you thinking what I'm thinking?'

'Probably not...' I mumbled, not even bothering to play along. 'Why?'

'Somethings very wrong. Sure, the men said they've scoped and emptied this place before but... Even I know a lot would calm here and stick around after they'd left.' He grumbled. 'I'm almost certain that fact has at least crossed your mind.'

'Daryl... Be quiet.'

'Why are you being so rude?' He laughed. 'Calm on! Lighten up! I'm trying to be serious and you're reacting like a five year old.'

'I don't care.' I hissed. 'I'm getting irritated because you're right, we should have at least seen something by now.'

We fell into silence again when suddenly the group began to file through a small door which was half closed and stuck there so we were only passing through one at a time at a very slow speed.