Jake

I made my way up the stairs of the private pharmacy. Cameron was behind me; I knew that because I could smell him. Didn't that kid ever take a bath? I ran a hand through my dark brown hair. It was longer than I preferred, but seeing as how our little rag-tag group of survivors had survived the infection, well, I would live with longish hair.

Cody waved as we passed him. Poor kid was on door duty, he had to guard the door, and if anything got through the various upper levels of the complex and got to us, he had to ring the alarm. Unlike anyone else, if something happened he couldn't scream for help. From what the kid had written on his whiteboard hanging around his neck, he was born that way. Cameron waved back, brushing black hair away from his blue eyes. I rolled my eyes, and Cody smiled at me.

I shook my head. If I had a choice, I wouldn't even be on this stupid scavenging trip, but apparently the survivors at the Naval base had seen a dome that used to keep Carriers, and well, the girl in there was still alive. We (being Cameron and I) would go to a couple of gas stations and scavenge around, maybe even hit a small grocery store. Then we'd go see if helping the Carrier was worth it. I hefted the crossbow; we didn't want to attract any infected. Cameron had the keys and several duffel bags ready. He nodded. I unlocked the door, and looked around. "C'mon!" I hissed. "Even if it's daylight we don't want to risk having to go somewhere else overnight!"

Cameron and I hurried over to the van. Cameron unlocked the van and I hopped in the driver's seat. I handed the crossbow to Cameron. "Get in!" I demanded. "You can always climb up front after we get going!"

Cameron rolled his eyes and murmured something about 'driving for almost five years' and 'damn stubborn". I smirked slightly to myself. That kid will never drive while im in the same vehicle he is, unless I'm unconscious. I mused silently to myself. Never again will someone that has less than six years of experience drive with someone beyond himself or herself in a car. An unbidden thought of Cathy came; just the thought of my wife six feet deep still gives me chills.

"Errr, hey, Jake y'okay?" Cameron asked, breaking my train of thought.

I scowled at him and began to drive. Soon we would raid the gas stations and see that Carrier. Just thinking about a Carrier made my stomach turn.