The Infection: Survivors

Chapter 3

It took a while but I'm finally posting chapter 3!  *.* And because I'm in a good mood, I'll post 4, too

Enjoy!

Chapter 3

 

Night was falling and we were searching for a place to spend the night. We had been walking for over 9 hours without a pause, expect for drink or eat something. We hadn't spoke to each other. Not even one word. However, he was constantly staring, with that scowl on his face. I didn't know why he was scowling, he was the one who had come up with the deal. At least, he was carrying my backpack.

We had passed the border between Arizona and Utah two hours ago, and we were near the city of Kanab. I had, for several times, suggested that we should steal a car, so we could preserve our energies in case of being attacked and, obviously, because we would cross the entire country much quicker. But, of course, he had said no, because we would attract to much attention. I had pointed the fact that I had crossed half of Arizona without problems to which he replied that I needed his help so he decided if we would steal a car or not. The conversation started to become more heated, after that reply, to a point when he just stopped talking. I crossed my arms and cursed at him, under my breath.

It took us more one and a half hour to find an abandoned hotel, on the outskirts of the city.

Subject 7 raised his head and I saw him sniffing the air, looking for any possible threat. It was already night and was so dark that I could barely discern his massive form. Thankfully was not cold, just a soft breeze. I walked towards him, while he was distracted smelling the air, and grabbed his arm, a little to tightly. I was still mad at him.

"Can we stay here or not?" I asked, impatient. I was tired and in a bad mood.

"Yes, I think we're safe enough." He murmured, grabbing my arm as tighly as I had grabbed his and pushing me through the hotel's hall.

I mumbled a few more unpleasant words under my breath. I knew he could hear me.

Looking around, I watched the wreck this once beautiful hotel had become. The marble floor was cracked, the luxurious sofas and curtains were torn and ripped, the vases, paintings, sculptures and bookcases were all on the floor, broken, shattered. But the most gruesome was the blood and pieces of flesh that painted dark red the floor. I jumped and gripped subject 7's arm when I saw dead bodies behind some sofas, not moving but completely tattered. It was awful and I felt the bile rising up my throat. I was used to the wreck that USA had become but I could not be imune to those disgusting sights.

I was expecting subject 7 to laugh at me and call me a baby, however, he did not say a word. He pulled me closer to him and dragged me behind him to the stairs, that led to the first floor. When we arrived the first floor, 7 stopped again, and smell the air while scanning the corridor with his sharp eyes. Almost a minute later he led me to a room. I stopped.

"These rooms are all empty, right?" I whispered. I didn't knew why I was whispering but the hotel I was so silent that I was afraid to raise my voice and attract attention to ourselves. Paranoid, I know, but the hotel was creepy. This floor was just as torn as the hall.

"Yes, there is not a heartbeat or a breathing in here."

"Ok, then goodnight." I said, releasing my arm and walking to another room. He was quick to grab me again.

"Where the hell are you going?"

"Well, I’m going to sleep, you don't think I would sleep in the same room as you, did you?" I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.