Apocalypse

Chapter Eleven

We continued on for the entire day, searching for anything. People, a possible base, anything worth fighting for. Chris walked ahead of the group for a while, killed anything that he needed to. As night began to fall more Walkers started to come out in large groups that were a bit too much to handle. We'd made our way into a little neighborhood, and Walkers were coming out of every possible place. Chris did his best to take them out and we helped him, killing as many as possible. Soon my knife was coated in blood, and I grimaced as I stabbed what seemed like the hundredth zombie. Finally after the sun was long gone, Chris spoke.

"Up ahead!" he called, jogging forward. I followed behind him, The others staying close behind. I caught up to him enough to see what he was running towards; A cellar door. He stopped by it, tossing me his gun immediately after kneeling in front of it. I caught it without hesitation, standing beside him while he fiddled with the latch. Finally he pulled it open, grabbing a chain next to it.

"C'mon," he said, reaching to me for his gun. I handed it to him and he nodded a silent thank you, hopping down the small drop. I followed, moving out of the way as soon as I was down. Everybody else dropped into the cellar and Chris quickly closed the doors, wrapping the chain through the handles a few times. I pulled out a lock from my backpack, handing it to him. He glanced behind him, then at me.

"Where'd you get that?" he asked. I shrugged, putting it in his hand.

"It was for my yoga locker," I said. He laughed, shaking his head.

"Well thank goodness you kept it," he said humorously, clicking it around the chains. I smiled, turning to the others. The cellar was reasonably large, big enough to be comfortable. Marion was already dozing off, and I couldn't help but note that Creed was on the other side of the room. I chose to ignore it for now. She'd tell me about it when she was ready. Instead I collapsed onto the ground in one corner, pulling out a rag and beginning to clean my filthy knife.

Chris sat down next to me, and Ellie went to the corner in the back. I gave her a little smile and she gave one back, glancing between Chris and I with a look that made me roll my eyes. She grinned, moving to clean her knife as well. I sighed, clipping mine back to my belt and sighing.

"Good work today," Chris murmured lightly. I smiled, shrugging.

"Ah, I didn't do much," I said.

"Oh come on... don't be all modest. You helped today," he said, meeting my eyes. I sighed, offering him a tight smile.

"Fine." I said. He laughed, rolling his eyes and moving to look through his pack.

"Let's all get some rest... we've had a long day," Chris said to everybody. I nodded, moving to get as comfortable as possible. Just before I dozed off, I felt Chris' hand brush mine lightly.

"Goodnight," he whispered. I smiled, too tired to open my eyes.

"Goodnight..."