five survivors.
There were many places that Bayley didn't like to wonder into, simply because of the large amount of infected that could be stumbling around inside; buildings like hospitals or schools. She didn't visit such places for obvious reasons. Make any wrong turns, accidentally dump something loose, and your life would be over before you could even scream. But there were some places that the brunette tried to stay away from, not because of the infected inside, but because of the memories. Crimson red hues glanced around an abandoned room of a pre-school, toys scattered wildly along the floor, dried blood splatters painting the walls. Inside her heart ached, and she couldn't help but divert her gaze to the floor.
Why on earth were the lives of such precious beings cut so short?