Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

5

Harry's POV

The morning came all too quickly as I made my rounds with Will. I told him of the three I found outside the gates that were resting in Kevin's old room now. The explosion seemed to work as I noticed the pile of infected right outside the border of our gates. The stench curled my nose as we walked up to it and I made a mental note to go by and set it on fire the next night so our smoke wouldn't be as visible. Will had let me know that Kevin and Alison had both been casualties to the herd attack here at camp.

Rachel had been bitten during our raid of a few houses in town and that was what set off the swarm of infected that pinned us there. Kevin was the only one able to get back to the car and I yelled for him to take the food back. I knew I would survive. I always did.

I ran to the town square and to the theater. It was the biggest building and they had helium containers to fill balloons. Leslie had planned to use them for a birthday party or special event sooner than later, but I would have to break it to her that I used them for something entirely different.

I spread oil on the floors of the theater, in the lobby, and down the aisles. The windows looking into the lobby had ledges where I propped the helium containers. I ran as far as I could dodging the infected so I had time to shoot. I aimed my gun toward the windows, and with two shots, the theater exploded and I had to run. The infected were cornering me every where I turned, but I knew the only safe building in the town would be the antique shop because it wasn't on the main street. It was off to the side and I fought through the infected to get there.

"There's going to be a meeting in about an hour with everyone. If you want to go talk to the three and let them know," Will eyed me curiously. The way he carried himself showed just how tired he was after living through what happened here, taking care of the town after the impact, and consoling Leslie.

"Hey, Will," I said softly and grabbed his arm as he turned in the hallway of the office to leave. He looked at me with his strong brown eyes and I pulled him into another hug. "Thanks," I closed me eyes and held him there. "Couldn't have done it better myself. I mean it, good job. Go rest for a while."

Will pushed his emotions away and cleared his throat as we let go of each other.

"There's work to do," Will slapped me in the arm and I agreed with him. That was what made us such a good team. There wasn't such a thing as rest in this world.

Will was a good guy. He had his evils and his demons, but we all did. This new world had transitioned him into the reality of his past life. Drugs and alcohol were his obsession as a teenager and into his early twenties. He never stayed at home, he always lived out of his car, out of the clothes he was wearing, and out of the pockets of his parents.

I had only known him in this new world, but I imagined that I still would have been friends with him even in the past world. He was a good guy if you got past his evils. Many of the older people here knew of him and his family and always spoke to me to make sure I could trust him. I always responded with, "Have you seen him do it? Has he done it here?" and they always answered with, "No."

I went across the yard from my house to where Kevin had lived. He was up the wooden stairs in the bedroom to the left, across from the bathroom. I knocked on the bedroom door and opened it to see Jane sleeping on the floor, curled up in a ball with her knife gripped tightly still.

The shower was running behind me and I heard Ben singing "I love rock 'n' roll" as he washed up. Ciara was on the bed reading a book. She had changed into new clothes and smiled up at me.

"I want to stay," she said immediately. "I want to stay with Ben."

"Well," I chuckled as I leaned on the door frame. "I'll see what I can do... We'll have to find somewhere to make you useful."