Down in a Hole || Kip + Eli
Six o'clock in the morning saw Eli standing on top of the house at the end of the road, gaze turned eastward as he looked for whatever Samson thought was coming. He didn't know what he was looking for, but his brother had told him he'd know it when he saw it. He couldn't pretend that didn't leave him uneasy, an odd sort of energy in the air that had him tense when he almost never was. It might have been fear, but it didn't feel the same, just an unsettling mixture of anticipation and trepidation that had him standing there longer than he should have been, trying to catch a glimpse of the approaching storm.
Samson was right. He knew it when he saw it. The first few stragglers stumbling up the road, and he felt the rainwater chilling his skin as he watched them. They were nothing, just the normal sort of shambler, but then his gaze lifted and he could see back down the way they came, see the small black marks that looked like ants, and he understood what it was.
It was nonstop as soon as he got back to the house. His brother was like a madman, checking and double checking every possible entrance and for once Eli was right there with him. He didn't question him and he didn't call him out on being so intense all the time, because he'd seen the horde that was coming for them and he thought it was the worst they'd ever had come at them. Even the Lincoln Tunnel had at least been on their terms. He had a vague memory of when this had all started, of being holed up in the gas station while a few strays tried to claw their way inside, but they'd been nothing. And while the thought didn't scare him, because he wasn't half as terrified in this world as he should have been, there were still people in here he would've been sorry to see killed or bit or turned into a monster. The first of which was probably Hannah.
It occurred to him that he hadn't seen her since he'd told her no in the morning, and it sent fear crawling down his spine that she'd followed him anyway, that maybe she was somewhere out there behind a locked and barricaded door and he'd left her out there. It had him in something like panic mode, and for once he was actually carrying the handgun on him while he moved from room to room. She could be anywhere, even if she was inside it, and he hated that he didn't know. The feeling was made worse when he heard something banging, right outside the walls.