As we cautiously made our way through the deserted streets, we encountered sporadic groups of zombies wandering aimlessly. Alicia's father led us through narrow alleys and hidden pathways, avoiding major roads where the undead seemed to congregate.
The night air was heavy with tension, every rustle and creak making us jump in alarm. We stayed close together, relying on each other for support and protection. Our destination, the clinic, loomed ahead like a beacon of hope amidst the darkness and danger.
As we approached the clinic, we could see faint flickers of light through the windows. "That's her," Alicia's father noted, his voice filled with cautious optimism.
We approached the entrance cautiously, checking for any signs of danger before entering. I didn't manage to find any police or any guns, what a disappointment.
We proceed to go inside, the clinic's interior was eerily quiet, the air heavy with the scent of antiseptic and decay. Medical supplies and equipment were scattered around, evidence of the hurried evacuation that must have taken place.
Moving cautiously towards the second floor, where the faint glimmer of light pierced the darkness, our hearts raced with hope. He led the way, his steps measured and deliberate as he scanned the surroundings for any signs of danger.
It's our luck that the zombies got distracted by the survivors earlier, as we ascended the stairs, the tension in the air was palpable. Every creak of the floorboards echoed through the silent corridors, adding to our unease. He motioned for me to stay close, his grip on the shotgun tightening.
When we reached the second-floor landing, the source of the light became clear—a dimly lit room at the end of the hallway. Without hesitation, we approached, our footsteps muffled by the worn carpet beneath us.
As we neared the room, a mixture of emotions swirled within him—hope, fear, anticipation. He raised a hand, signaling me to halt just outside the door. He pressed his ear against the wooden surface, listening intently for any sounds from within.
Silence greeted us, broken only by the distant moans of the undead outside. With a determined nod, Alicia's father pushed the door open slowly as he point the shotgun forward staying cautious, the hinges protesting with a soft squeak.
The room was bathed in a soft glow, the light emanating from a battery-powered lantern placed on a makeshift table. In the center of the room, there was nk one.
Alicia's father's breath caught in his throat as he called out tentatively. "Elena?" his voice filled with a mixture of hope and trepidation.
Then… all of a sudden. Someone came out the table, startled, her features illuminated by the lantern's warm light.
“Victor…?“ She said softly It was indeed Alicia's mother, her eyes widening in disbelief and joy at the sight of her husband.
Tears welled up in Victor's eyes as he rushed forward, embracing her mother tightly. "you're alive," he whispered, relief flooding his voice.
Elena returned the embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I thought I'd never see you again," she murmured, her voice choked with emotion.
"Um, sorry to interrupt your reunion, but we need to gather what we can and get moving," I interjected, trying to steer the focus back to the urgency of our situation.
Victor and Elena chuckled softly, the tension momentarily lifted by their shared laughter. "Of course, sorry about that," Victor said with a smile.
Elena's gaze shifted to me. "And who might you be, young man?" she inquired, curiosity flickering in her eyes.
