Clerical, Disco, Bilbo
"That roof doesn't look too sturdy." Clerical was leading the group through a collapsed building, taken down by the rioters. Bilbo asked, "We noticed. Can you tell us why we're here now?" Disco agreed, saying, "Surely there's better stuff we could be doing?" Clerical stayed silent as the trio continued to move further into the ruins. "Why don't we split up?" Bilbo suggested. Clerical nodded and they went different ways. It was eerily silent now; Disco could hear his own cold breath. He didn't know what he was looking for, so he sat down when he was out of sight. He got out his water bottle and took a sip; he was really thirsty from all of this exploring. He wondered what the others were doing; probably looking. But he didn't want to. He wanted to know why they were here, and not doing something more productive. It took a while before he noticed the knife at his throat. He froze, and heard a whisper in his ear. "Don't make a sound." He instinctively shouted, "Help!"
"Help!" Clerical heard it loud and clear; it sounded like Disco. He ran back the way he came. He heard the familiar moans and screams; the infected had found them. Luckily they sounded far away, and Clerical continued to rush to Disco's aid.
"Help!" Bilbo turned to face where the sound had come from. It was Disco; he broke into a sprint to reach him. Not soon after he stopped altogether. He heard some moans around the corner; the infected. Bilbo's path was blocked. The only way to Disco was there; or was it? He saw a big vent across the corridor, but getting up to it could be hard and noisy. The infected were also in the corridor. He decided to risk it.
Clerical reached Disco and fell to his knees. Disco lay slumped on a piece of fallen concrete, dead. Blood trickled from his neck. There were other people here. Clerical slowly and quietly stood up, leaving Disco behind for now. He heard a sound behind him, and turned on his heels. A man stood there with a knife at the ready. "Put your weapon down, and nobody gets hurt." Clerical realised he had his knife out too, but didn't put it down. The man stepped closer. "I said put it down." Clerical shook his head. The man walked right up to Clerical's face and shouted, "Put the knife down or I'll do the same to you!" He pointed at Disco's limp body with his knife; the perfect chance. Clerical grabbed the man's arms and got out some rope he'd picked up earlier, a few minutes before Disco's cry. He fumbled with it as the man tried to get free, but managed to tie the man's arms behind his back. Now he turned to a different matter; where was Bilbo?
Bilbo peered around the corner and saw two infected; they were looking the other way, so he crouch-walked across the corridor. There was a crate further down the corridor, closer to the infected. Slowly but surely he got there and began to pull it, trying to make as little noise as possible. Eventually he got the crate into place. He cringed as he climbed it; the crate was squeaking. He began to get into the vent; although it was big, it was still a tight fit for him and being in a vent in a collapsed building was a pretty bad idea. Just as he was pulling his other leg in, he heard two screams, getting closer as they went on. They'd seen him at the last moment. He crawled as fast as he could, not caring about all of the creaking. The infected knew where he was, silence wasn't an option anymore, only escape. Eventually more creaking joined his; they'd gotten in. He continued along the vent blindly until he found another exit. He punched the little grate off and dropped to the ground. He went into a sprint as he heard more screaming, this time human. He heard the infected drop to the ground behind him. They were gaining. He reached the human screams and saw alot, but didn't have time to process it all. He saw Clerical and shouted, "Infected!" They both began to run, leaving behind everything else.
The infected ran after them, stumbling a little, but keeping up. Clerical and Bilbo reached a set of double doors and slammed them shut behind them. They leaned on the doors to keep them shut as the infected reached them. Everything became silent for a few seconds. Bilbo began to rise a little, so as to check if they had left, but Clerical urgently ushered him back down. The door knobs began to turn. Faint moans were heard on the other sides of the doors. Clerical tried to grab a plank of wood nearby, but it was not quite close enough. He reached out further, and grabbed the plank of wood. The infected screamed; Clerical had leaned out quite far and the door had opened slightly. This was enough to set off the infected again, reaching their bloody hands in. Clerical threw himself back against the door, but the hands were in the way. He tried again, and he heard the disgusting sound of a hand falling off. The door slammed shut and Clerical raised his hands above his head, blindly putting the plank into place. Clerical looked at Bilbo, and Bilbo looked at Clerical. Clerical looked down at his hand; it was covered in blood. Bilbo didn't need to look down to know what had happened; he was infected. He said, "Blood to blood contact. I'm screwed..." Clerical shook his head in disbelief; he'd know Bilbo for so long. "I won't let you die. I can save you!" Bilbo shook his head, replying, "It's over. Nothing can stop me now, so take my stuff and go." Clerical's eyes widened and he shouted, accompanied by more infected screams, "No, I really can! Haven't you heard about the cure?" A look of wonder crossed Bilbo's face. "There's a cure?!" Clerical nodded. "Your TV lines probably went down before mine. It was broadcast, overriding everything else. Scientists have a cure. It was dispatched to every doctor and every hospital it could be dispatched to. There's an overrun clinic round the corner from here. All we need to do is get out, find that clinic and get the medicine." Bilbo laughed and said, "That's great! ...wait, overrun?" Clerical looked glum and nodded. "I saw it on the way in. There must be at least 10 of them in there. But... they won't be attracted to you! You're already infected, so they won't try to get you, right?" Bilbo shrugged his shoulders. He didn't know. "How long does it take for the infection to start taking over?" Clerical replied with, "About 24 hours?" Bilbo smiled and said, "Well, let's get some sleep first."