The group walked in the rain, still soaked, not bothering about the lighthouse. It might have been a good shelter, but they could see the lock on the door a mile away.
So, they walked down the street, hoping that there wouldn't be anyone else. They were not in the mood for strangers.
Eventually, the group of eight came upon a small town. They piled inside a small building, squeezing the water out of their clothes upon entry. Then looked around.
The building they were in was a small apartment. The windows were broken, and there was a bunch of furniture and other objects flung around.
"I guess this'll do." Liam said.
Without answering, Chapin stalked in the room, went into a room that looked to be a bedroom, and shut the door behind her.
The YouTubers looked at eachother, shrugged, and turned the furniture over and made make-shift beds. They layed down, and went to sleep.
***
The next day, Chapin refused to come out of the room. If you listened closely, you could hear sobbing, but very quietly, like she didn't want anyone to know. But with their leader drowning in tears, who was going to take charge and collect supplies?
Of course, the once-boss of Yogtowers.
"Okay," Lewis said, standing up on a large wooden chair. "We have to do something. It'll take Chapin a few days to get over Lonnie, so let's give her that. In the meantime, we have to get supplies. All we had was on the boat, and that's gone."
Joakim stood up. "What are we going to do, then?"
"I say, we send a few people out to different buildings to collect supplies. The rest will try to fix up this place incase there are any zombies about." Lewis ordered. He pointed to Liam and Joakim, the ones who will loot other buildings along with him, and the girls will clean up the flat they were in. Chris was still sleeping in the corner, and they let him sleep since the scratch is still taking effect.
After the orders were made, the group went to work. Joakim, Liam, and Lewis went outside, while the girls stayed to clean up.
"Where should we start?" Liam asked Lewis, once the three were outside.
"I think we should be in different buildings. That way, more variety and maybe more supplies," Lewis said. "Joakim, why don't you go in that building over there?" He pointed to a pale yellow building across the street. "Liam, could you check out that building?" Lewis pointed the building next to the other one, one made of bricks. "I'll go look around that building." He pointed to one a little farther down the street.
"Okay. When will we meet?" Joakim asked.
"When the sun sets," Lewis said. "We meet back here."
The others nodded, and they went on their way.
***
The three girls cleaned around, being quiet not to wake up Chris.
"How long do you think that Chapin had known Lonnie?" Zoey asked, keeping her voice low.
"I don't know. Probably a long time since it seems like she broke down. But that's just what happens when you lose a friend you've known for a while." Hannah said, also keeping her voice low.
"We shouldn't be talking about it. What if she comes out now?" Marzia added.
"Your right. Let's just get this place cleaned." Zoey agreed.
The three girls set up the place in a most decent way, but still barricaded from zombies. They moved the couch at the back wall, directly in front of a window that went all the way to the ground. They moved a bookshelf near another wall, not really knowing what to do with it. They moved the chair near the couch, for a bit of a casual look. It now looked like a home, and memories of their own home came back to the YouTubers. Greif and home-sickness washed over them.
A grunt broke the girls from their thoughts. They all looked over to see Chris, starting to sit up.
Chris blinked a few times and wiped his eyes. Then he saw the expressions of horror on the girls' faces.
"What?" He asked.
Hannah raised a finger and pointed at Chris' cheek. Chris raised a hand to his cheek, over the scratch. He felt a cold liquid on his fingers, and removed his hand to look at it.
A black, oily liquid covered his fingers, and ran down his cheek.
"Chris!" Marzia said, snapping back to reality. "Your cheek is leaking!"
"Yeah, I got that." Chris said. "Just get me something to clean up with."
At once, the three girls set to work with finding a rag or cloth for Chris. It bothered and creeped them out to see black liquid come from somebody's face.
Zoey looked through the kitchen drawers, and found a torn washcloth. Quickly, she brought it over to Chris, who took it and wiped off the black liquid.
"What do you think it is?" She asked, sticking her tongue out as more of the disgusting liquid spit out of the wound.
"How should I know?" Chris said. Then his eyes widened. "You know........This looks like the stuff that's around zombies' mouths. You know, like their saliva, or something."
Zoey thought for a moment. The other two girls walked in, and were filled in on what they missed.
"So, the saliva in zombies' mouths, are coming from your scratch wound?" Hannah asked. Chris shrugged.
"It's the best lead we got." Marzia added.
They helped Chris get settled on the couch. He didn't eat anything, for fear that he might throw up again. The girls found some blankets and covered him up, even though there were holes in the blankets. They gave him a water bottle and let him be.
When the sun set, they group waited for their other friends to come home. Soon, they could see two figures walk up towards the flat.
Liam and Joakim walked up, hands filled with bags full of goods. They were chatting, and waved to the girls as they waited for them in the flat.
Hannah's brows furrowed in confusion as she realized someone was missing.
"Where's Lewis?" She asked.
Joakim and Liam looked at eachother.
"He didn't meet us out here, so we thought he was already inside." Liam said.
"So he's still looting in some random building?!" Hannah said.
"Calm down, Hannah. He probably just found something that we need and it will take some time to collect it." Joakim reassured.
Slowly, Hannah nodded, and the group walked back into the flat.
As much as reassuring Joakim was, it did not totally help the YouTubers, or himself. Their minds wandered to the possibilities about their friend, and what happened to him.
