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  Silence.

  “Just say it,” Rhys said.

  “It’s awfully trusting of you.”

  “Look, in the past twelve or so hours, she’s done more for me than any other person in my entire life. I trust her one hundred percent.”

  Again, Oscar remained silent.

  Rhys ground his jaw and looked the man up and down. He trusted Vicky a damn sight more than he trusted Oscar.

  Chapter Five

  Rhys walked up the middle of the road and hung his right hand down so he could hit each pole as he passed them. The contact made a quiet ting that no one any farther away than Oscar could hear. A gentle tingle remained on his fingertips after each tap.

  The sound also broke through the background hum of the infected. Surrounded on all sides by the distant groans and moans of the diseased, Rhys needed to distract himself in some way. With panic balled in his chest, the slight sound and sensation kept it at bay.

  When a scream, louder than the others, shot out of an alleyway to their right, Rhys dropped into a defensive crouch and raised his bat. Oscar did the same but the quick movement made him stumble. He remained on his feet but held his right leg like it hurt. With his axe raised, he stared in the direction of the sound.

  As Rhys watched the alleyway, he gulped. It did nothing to rehydrate his throat or clear the stale taste in his mouth. Very little drink and a diet of sugary snacks had left a funky layer of fur on his tongue.

  After a minute or so, Oscar, who had relaxed his right leg again, spoke in a whisper. “They’re not coming. Let’s go.”

  The line of densely packed buildings along either side of the street created an alleyway about every twenty metres. Dark and mysterious, each one had the potential to send a stream of infected toward them.

  Rhys’ eyeballs stung as he continued to look around. A quick glance and he saw that Oscar watched their environment with the same intense focus.

  “She’s a good person, you know,” Rhys said.

  Oscar continued to scan his surroundings. “Huh?”

  “The woman who’s looking after Flynn; she’s a good person. She went out of her way to help me find him. She could have saved her skin and left me to die, but she didn’t.”

  “I’m not saying she’s a bad person. I was merely observing your trusting nature. It’s a quality.”

  What a condescending arsehole! Rhys didn’t reply.

  A sharp crack came from an alleyway on their left. Both men turned in its direction. The fear inside of Rhys grew wings and beat in his chest like it wanted out.

  After a few seconds, nothing had happened so the men looked at one another and moved on again.

  Oscar rolled his neck from side to side and turned circles with his shoulders. “I’m not good at trusting people. The only person I trust is my brother. He’s got my back and I have his.”

  “You’ve not told me his name yet.”

  “What does it matter?”

  Rhys raised his hands in defence. “Sorry, mate; I’m just making conversation.”

  Oscar watched Rhys for a few seconds before he returned his focus to their environment. “Alan. His name’s Alan.”

  Rhys nodded and looked up the street. Smoke rose from a tower at the far end. “What the fuck’s happening there?”

  A squint against the sun and Oscar looked to where Rhys pointed. “Dunno, but that’s the third tower I’ve seen on fire. Poor fuckers. How are they supposed to get out of a burning building with those stupid fucking shutters penning them in?” His eyes lost focus. “I heard people screaming from the last one I saw like that. I could hear the popping of windows and crackling of a bonfire inside. That one looks like it’s well and truly gone though. Burned out already. I doubt anyone’s left alive in there.”

  The damp weight of grief swelled inside Rhys as he watched it for a few more seconds. When he looked up, he saw The Alpha Tower through a gap between two buildings. A tug on Oscar’s sleeve and he pointed at an alleyway that led toward it. “Let’s go down there. It looks clear, and if there are people still burning alive in that tower, I’d rather not experience their suffering.”

  Oscar’s chest rose with a deep inhalation and he dipped a stoic nod. “Good idea.”

  ***

  Rhys ran his fingers along the rough brick wall to his left. Had he not had his bat, he would have been able to touch the wall on the right at the same time. Most of the alleyways were the same in Summit City; the buildings had been built as closely together as they could have been. Efficiency must have been the number-one priority when building the place—aesthetics clearly didn’t come very high on the list.

  Rhys should have watched the exit up ahead, but he turned around to look at Oscar and his slight limp. When he made eye contact with the man, Oscar snapped his shoulders up in a sharp shrug. “What are you looking at?”

  “You look like you’ve hurt yourself,” Rhys said.

  Oscar replied with the same aggression. “What are you talking about?”

  Before Rhys could elaborate and maybe ask Oscar to lift his trouser leg, the big man pointed in front of them. “Watch up ahead, yeah? Anything could come down this alley at any second.”

  The guy obviously had something to hide. Was he bit? Surely he would have changed by now if he’d been bitten. Rhys turned and focused on the end of the alley. They’d discuss his injury again at some point. Until then, he’d have to keep one eye on the lunatic with the axe.

  Other than the sound of their footsteps, they kept it quiet in the alley so they’d get a heads up on the diseased. The sooner they heard the clumsy beat of a stampede, the more time they’d have to react. Rhys even held his breath for as long as he could to make it quieter.

  With The Alpha Tower in sight, and no sign of the diseased, Rhys tensed up more than ever before. As the distant cries of fury screamed through the city, Rhys swallowed another dry gulp. Something would change. No way could they be so lucky as to walk straight through the city without incident.

  “I need to get to tower Seventy-two and tower Twenty-one,” Rhys said. His voice echoed off the close walls. “I need to let Larissa and Dave know what’s going to happen so they can be ready when the shutters come up. It’s going to be insane. They need to be prepared.”

  Oscar didn’t reply.

  “Which tower did you say your brother was in?”

  The enclosed space added a resonance to Oscar’s deep voice. “Twenty-four. Although I’m not going to go to him. They treat him like an idiot at work. Like he’s dumb. I think if I go there, I’ll spend all of my time trying to persuade them to let me talk to him. It’ll be easier for us to open the shutters first. I’ll go and get him afterwards.”

  As he neared the end of the alleyway, Rhys slowed down. The hot sun warmed his face when he peered out. The alley opened into a mini square. Shops ran down two sides and a road bordered it.

  When Oscar stepped out behind him, Rhys moved a step away. If the virus ran through his veins, Rhys had to have a head start on him at least.

  Oscar squinted as he looked around. “It’s a shame we can’t drive. We’d be in and out of this city in no time if it weren’t for those stupid fucking poles.”

  A huge open space without a single diseased in sight, although their sound still rode the light breeze; Rhys shook his head. “Where the fuck are they?”

  “That’s not a question I’d be asking. The last thing we need is for those infected freaks to turn up.”

  “But what if they’re all in one massive herd and we run into that?”

  “Herd? What are they, cows?”

  Rhys rolled his eyes. The quickest way to The Alpha Tower involved going straight across the square.

  As if he’d read his mind, Oscar pointed in the direction they needed to travel. “I don’t know about you, but I think we should take route one. How much time do we have left?”

  Rhys looked at Flynn’s watch. “Just over four and a half hours.”

  “I say we go straight for it.”
Oscar looked Rhys up and down and raised his eyebrows. “You got any more running in you, princess?”

  What a dick! Aches sat deep in nearly every muscle, but Rhys nodded anyway; hopefully he did. Besides, it seemed that Oscar should be the one worried about the run; Rhys didn’t have a bad leg.

  “Okay, well, follow me.”

  The big man darted out into the square and Rhys followed as fast as he could. Although Oscar moved with a strange gait, like he still had a problem with his leg, Rhys lost ground to him instantly.

  Both of them searched their environment as they ran. They could get surrounded on all sides. Rhys shook the thought from his head. It didn’t bear thinking about.

  Once in the middle of the square, Oscar ran backwards so he could face Rhys. He looked to be in pain, but he tried to smile through it. “You okay?”

  Rhys chased his breath. It felt like his lungs had shrunk, but he nodded.

  ***

  At the other side of the square, Rhys rubbed his eyes. It did little to relieve the sting from tiredness and the sweat that had run into them. He blinked repeatedly as he followed Oscar down the alleyway that led in the direction of The Alpha Tower.

  The sounds of the diseased—even the faraway sounds—had died down. Oscar slowed in front of Rhys, and Rhys seized the opportunity to walk. He took greedy gulps of air as he did so.

  Neither man spoke as they moved along and the sound of Rhys’ breathing drowned out their footsteps.

  When they neared the end, Oscar turned to Rhys. “How are we doing for time?”

  A check of his watch and Rhys gave Oscar the thumbs up.

  A quick smile and Oscar stepped out into the next street.

  Rhys followed.

  Both men froze.

  In front of them, packing the road from wall to wall, were what looked to be hundreds—if not a thousand—of the diseased milling about. It seemed that with nothing to chase, they’d fallen into a docile state.

  The acrid smell of them hung so thick Rhys could taste it. Before he had time to dive back into the alleyway, a heave rose up from his guts and came out as a deep retch.

  As one, the mob snapped their heads in Rhys and Oscar’s direction.

  Chapter Six

  Rhys focused on Oscar’s broad back as he ran up the alley, away from the mob. The clumsy stampede thundered behind them. Growls, yowls, and cries all headed for the enclosed space. Their phlegmy rattle ran an undertone through the cacophony of fury.

  When he glanced behind, Rhys saw the start of the pack. So driven to get at the pair, they fought one another to be at the front. The pandemonium created a bottleneck that jammed them tight. It gave Rhys and Oscar the slightest advantage as the diseased shoved and pushed one another to get free of the congestion.

  Oscar pulled farther away. In his haste, he made no effort to disguise his obvious limp. No matter how deep Rhys dug though, his legs wouldn’t move any faster. He didn’t even have the breath to call after him.

  When Rhys turned around again, the diseased at the front had made it clear of the bottleneck and ran down the alleyway. They crashed into the walls on either side. Many of them fell to the floor and were trampled by the ones behind them. Rhys faced the front again, dropped his head, and gave everything he had to his escape.

  Seconds later, as the diseased gained on them, their smell hit Rhys. It turned the air sour and stars swam in his vision. He had no choice but to take deep breaths of the rotten air to fill his tight lungs.

  When Oscar exited the alley and disappeared from sight, Rhys’ legs buckled and he stumbled. It didn’t matter that he’d see him again in a few seconds, he couldn’t see him now.

  Rhys pushed on and shot out of the alleyway. Oscar ran down the road and Rhys followed him. Hopefully he had a plan.

  When he got closer to a car park, Rhys saw the big man’s intention. He wanted to scream but he had no breath left.

  Unlike the other multi-storey Rhys had entered with Vicky, this one stood on its own.

  Oscar ran into it and Rhys shook his head. Fuck! He gritted his teeth, pushed harder, and followed him in. It had to be better than going his own way.

  Rhys lost sight of Oscar again, but he heard the stairwell’s door slam shut and headed for it.

  The low-ceilinged car park amplified Rhys’ heavy footsteps as he followed. By the time he’d reached the stairwell door, it had increased the volume of the slathering, moaning mob behind.

  Rhys turned around and momentarily froze. Without the tight alleyway to hold them back, the numbers seemed to have trebled. A mass of bleeding eyes, snapping jaws, and flailing limbs rushed at him. Packed tightly together, they looked like one enraged entity.

  Rhys ripped the door open and ran into the cool stairwell. His lungs burned and his head spun as he chased Oscar’s footsteps up the stairs. The place reeked of damp concrete. It made the air heavier and harder to breathe.

  The pain in his tired legs had gotten worse the farther he ran. The concrete staircase set his weak muscles on fire as he pushed on.

  “Come on, Rhys. Hurry up, man.”

  The sound of Oscar’s voice spurred Rhys on. A surge of strength rushed through him.

  “You can do it.”

  “I can’t,” Rhys cried.

  The door smashed open behind him and the sound of splintering wood ripped up the staircase. It sounded like they’d knocked the thing clean off its hinges.

  “You’d better; otherwise, you’re fucked.”

  The patter of footsteps that chased him up the stairs turned into a continuous hum. The concrete stairs shook as if they’d collapse at any minute.

  “When you get up here,” Oscar called out over the reverberating thunder of hundreds of diseased, “I’m sending a Molotov down behind you. Be ready for it, and hurry the fuck up.”

  The same stitch Rhys felt earlier returned with a vengeance and tore at his ribs like it could crack them open. Rhys saved his breath and hoped Oscar would hold off on the Molotov until he’d reached the top.

  When Rhys made it up the next flight of stairs, he saw Oscar. He had the door open for him to run straight out. The monsters sounded close, but Rhys didn’t look.

  He passed Oscar, who had the Molotov in his hand. A hungry flame chewed up the rag and gave off black smoke. As Rhys sprinted through the open doorway into the bright sun, he heard a smash followed by a loud whoosh!

  Oscar sent the second Molotov after the first. It set the air alive with shrill cries of agony as the creatures burned.

  The beat of their footsteps stopped.

  Before Rhys could even begin to catch his breath, Oscar sprinted past him and headed for the down ramp normally used by cars. He called over his shoulder, “The fire’s slowed them down, but we have to go now if we’re to get away.”

  A deep heave and Rhys vomited what little he had in his stomach. The chocolate from earlier burned on its way out and left an acidic imprint on the back of his throat. Rhys spat several times and followed Oscar. The big man’s limp looked worse than ever, but Rhys decided that if he’d been bitten, he would have most assuredly turned by now.

  ***

  When they got to the first floor, Oscar showed Rhys to stop with a raised palm.

  Rhys stopped dead and panted as he stared at the big man.

  With a finger pressed to his lips, Oscar pointed at the ground.

  Although he couldn’t see them, Rhys heard the clumsy rush of the diseased as they continued to enter the car park on the floor below them.

  Oscar brushed his hair back from his forehead and his cheeks puffed out when he exhaled. “Fuck it! How the fuck are we going to get out?”

  While the larger man paced, Rhys linked his hands behind his head and gasped for breath. Sweat stuck his clothes to his skin as he walked over to the edge of the car park and peered out. They were at least seven metres from the ground; about four metres too high to jump. However, with the diseased both above and below them, did they have any other choice? Then he saw it.


  It took a second to get Oscar’s attention as he paced up and down. When the big man saw him, Rhys waved him over and pointed at the green street lamp by the corner of the car park. After another couple of deep breaths, he said, “We could shimmy down that.”

  The only response Oscar offered was to scowl at the street lamp and then look behind them.

  “Do you have any better ideas?” Rhys said.

  Another look behind and Oscar’s face relaxed. He shook his head.

  ***

  When Oscar joined Rhys near the street lamp, Rhys took several calming breaths and wiped his hands on his trousers. They remained clammy.

  “Go on then,” Oscar said, “hurry up.”

  As if to highlight his point, the sound of the door at the top of the stairwell cracked open and the screams from the diseased emerged with the heavy tattoo of their feet.

  Rhys swallowed, his throat so dry it pinched, and he nearly vomited again. The wall around the car park stood about a metre tall. Rhys hopped up on it and dropped into a squat. His legs shook and his world spun when he looked down. A metre of fresh air separated him and the street lamp. He only had one chance to make it. One final deep breath and he leaned forward. His stomach lurched as he fell toward it.

  The paint on the thick pole coated it like a rubber film. When Rhys caught it, he stopped instantly. He couldn’t help but smile when he looked up at Oscar. “I made it.”

  “I can see.” Oscar glanced over his shoulder. “Now move so I can follow.”

  Rhys wrapped his legs around the pole and started his controlled slide to the bottom. Centimetres at a time, he eased himself closer to the ground.

  Once he’d gone past the first floor, Rhys looked into the lower level. The diseased continued to rush into the car park, the line of them as dense as ever. In their single-minded pursuit of their prey, all of them concentrated on the stairwell. Even when some of them fell to the floor, they got back up and didn’t lose focus. They were oblivious to their meal ticket escaping right next to them.