I and Pretty Boy keep going. The hallway groans under our weight. As we pass one of the open doorways, something on the ground catches my eye.
It's a boot. A left boot, brown and crusted.
OMG, it's Bea's!
I stop. My gut clenches, not from fear, but that old instinctual dread. Like being watched. Like waking up and knowing something isn't where you left it.
Pretty Boy sees it too. "Is that…"
"Yeah."
We don't say anything else because there's little we can do. I'll go find them later, but now, I need to get Leon to safety.
Not just from the zombies, but from Hugh and Robbie's crew because I knew they'd soon come.
"Let's just keep moving." I nudge him and so we do.
We move faster now, my grip firmer under his arm. If I hadn't recently fed, my muscles would have already scream from the weight of him and the gear but thank God for Hugh and Robbie.
Finally, we reach the end of the hall. Room 206.
