“Right, right–” He took one last glance at the weakening door and climbed up on the industrial fridge. Quickly, he hooked his fingers to the tiles and pulled himself up. It didn’t take enhanced hearing to hear the door break through in the next second.
“Let’s go,” he muttered, watching the sprawling mess of infected limbs below. It was unlikely that the infected would possess the coordination to climb up after then, but it was better safe than sorry. Especially since there was a chance that the vent could collapse on them.
{ ♥ } Beat-up red sneakers balance on the small metal supports, knowing that if she steps on the thin boards, she’ll likely fall through. If that happens, she’s as good as dead. Though, the noise might make it easier for him to get out, he seems to have a strange advantage. She still can’t believe that kid had just--
She stops, abruptly; tilting her head slightly to the left. Margaret holds out a hand to him, as if motioning for him to stop moving, as well; “Did you hear that?” Her voice is panicked, and barely above a whisper.
