Stay Alive (Hamilton AU)

Chapter 3

He couldn't tear his gaze from those cold, merciless, hungry green eyes as the Infected bared her teeth. This was it, wasn't it? This was how he died. And he'd never know if his family was actually still alive or not. He didn't want to go down without a fight, though, so he tried to push the Infected woman off of him. But damn, she was heavier, and stronger, than she appeared. And it didn't help that he didn't work out a lot. But he still resisted her as she tried to scratch and bite at him. He was managing to keep her a sort of safe distance away from his face and neck. 

And then there was a loud bang. The Infected's body went limp on top of him. With a grunt, Laurens shoved her off of him, then started to get up. "Don't move!" a harsh, threatening voice said, and he froze. Well shit. "Did it get you?"

"Wh-what?"John looked at whoever had saved his life. He was pretty tall, maybe 6'2". He had an intimidating aura about him and pointed a Mossberg 500 Pump Shotgun, as John recognized, directly at his head. He had looked at a lot of guns when he had gotten that pistol, which was how he had recognized it. The man stared at John with intense brown eyes and a look of suspicion as he cocked the gun.

"Did it bite you? Scratch you? Open any wounds?"

"Uh... no. Why does that matter?" John switched his gaze back and forth between the gun and the man.

"Because if it had, then you'd be a dead man walking in no more than forty eight hours." The man lowered his weapon and stepped towards him, offering a hand to help him up. He hesitated before accepting and taking his hand. He pulled John to his feet and scanned him over. "Where'd you come from?"

"Uh, New York City."

His eyes widened. "Seriously?"

"Um... yes?"

"Well what were you doing there? Didn't you get the memo to stay away from densely populated areas?"

"No... I was studying in college. Then my roommate got sick, and after seeing the news report, I just stayed in my dorm until today," John explained.

"So you had no idea about these?" He gestured to the Infected laying motionless on the ground. 

"Well, I found out when I was trying to get out of town. I kind of ran into my dead roommate."

"Oh damn. Running into someone you knew is always tough. Sorry to hear that."

"Don't be. I panicked and ran him over. Dead people are supposed to stay dead." John looked at the man, who now had an impressed look on his face.

"That's a good motto, kid. What's your name?"

"Uh, John. Laurens." 

"George Washington. Tell me, John Laurens, what exactly were you studying in college?"

"Um, I was studying to become a doctor." He tilted his head in confusion. Why was that important?

"Good. We need a medic." 

"Wait... what? We?" John tilted his head. "And, who says I'm sticking with you?"

"Well, you kind of owe me for saving your life. And as for 'we,' well, come with me and find out."

"What about my car? It's got all my stuff."

"We're taking it with us. We need all the supplies we can get."

"Who says I'm sharing?"

"Um, me. And you're lucky I don't just kill you and take everything," George said with a dangerous glare. 

John gulped and nodded softly before finishing what he originally came there for, and then the both of them got in the car. Washington was in the driver's seat and started the car as he began the journey to where ever he came from.