The Unordins

Chapter 3

When Sixteen got to where her sister was, she was surprised to see one of the Infected there. There were welts on his arms, but that was about it. He should've looked worse than what he looked like right now; like, his-face-is-falling-off, worse. But no, he looked regular enough to pass for a normal teenage boy.

"So, you're not going to throw a fit or anything while you take us down there, are you?" Sixteen asked.

He shook his head and gave her a slightly annoyed look. "Can you guys stop dwelling on the fact that I'm not like the rest of the Infected? It is a little irritating that you guys look at me like I'm road kill", he said plainly. 

"We don't..." Sixteen began to say, but she trailed off because the expression on his face clearly said yeah, sure. Sixteen glared at him because of the look on his face.

"Is he coming with us?" Sixteen said, a little aggravated. 

Nineteen nodded in response to Sixteen's question. "Of course he's coming with us. He helped us, and we have to help him back before they help themselves", Nineteen said pointing to where outside was.

Sixteen sighed and walked a little closer to the massive hole in the floor. It looked like a long way down to where the ground was, but at least it wasn't pitch black down there. It looked like a wide tunnel that seemed to be an endless one. Someone used a shovel to make this tunnel happen, too. Whoever made this tunnel must've been digging for her/his life, because no one would dig a hole for no reason. Sixteen began to wonder... 

Sixteen knew that she desperately wanted to get out of this house, and the sooner she got out, the better.

"Can we leave now?" Sixteen asked, feeling that it wouldn't hurt if she asked when they were leaving. 

"Yeah", Nineteen answered. "Go get our book bags and we'll leave". 

Sixteen grinned and ran downstairs to get the bags. Finally! They were getting out of the house sooner than Sixteen had expected, and she couldn't wait to leave. Also, if they made it out alive, then that Infected boy would also be on his way to somewhere else.

But where would he go, she asked herself. Where could he go? He couldn't return back to this house, it was too dangerous. Even though she didn't really like him all that much, she still didn't want him to wander around by himself looking for another house. 

I guess he's coming with us, she told herself.

She went over to the kitchen where she left her bag, and then she grabbed Nineteen's. Before leaving the kitchen, though, she grabbed something that Nineteen might like from the refrigerator. As Sixteen was about to go back upstairs, a loud bang on the front door frightened her. A shriek escaped her mouth, but it was cut off by her slapping a hand over her mouth. After that, there was another loud bang... and a cracking sound. The door was breaking.

Sixteen dashed upstairs with both book bags; one on her shoulder and the other in her hand.

"We're definitely leaving now!", Sixteen exclaimed. She saw Nineteen and one of the Infected with a strange look on their face. "Did you not hear the banging on the door!?" Sixteen was getting aggravated. What made her even more irritated was that the boy looked amused. Really amused.

"That was the door?" He asked, scratching the back of his head. "Huh... I thought you had tripped on the stairs".

Sixteen stared at him, and she was pretty sure that her cheeks were going red.

Nineteen spoke up, not liking what he just said. "You"-- she pointed at the Infected--" are going to help us escape, and that will be all. You can come with us if you like, but you might want to keep your mouth shut if you have nothing useful-- or helpful-- to say". Nineteen turned to Sixteen, "Try to deal with him, Sixteen. And don't be so angry that he's coming with us", Nineteen's voice was flat as she said this. "And yes, I did hear the banging on the door".