Redgrave, which had become much more deserted, no longer pleased with the bright lights of the signs that once decorated both the facade of the office where you worked, it seems, in a previous life, and the bars. All you've seen in recent months are pools of blood, the living dead, and gloomy streets where someone was always waiting at night.

V, wounded in the leg, caused more problems than good, but there was neither time, nor energy, nor desire to think about it. You both tried to walk quietly and, as far as the situation allowed, faster. You were hoping your friends had left town the first day some people sounded the alarm.

"I dare say we could hide in someone's house instead of looking for others... It seems useless."