Chapter 18: The City's Limit

Tristan:

I watch from the bedroom's window as the sun finally starts to rise. Its pale rays shooting in, I look toward the street at the infected all look at the sun themselves. Once they see it, most of them start to wobble inside the abandoned houses.

A few infected tried to come inside the house but luckily, I blocked the front door with some old furniture. They push and push against the front door but to no anvil.

The sun is still rising, a little more than halfway up now. Getting up from the floor, I carefully and quietly walk over to Rebecca and the package and wake them up.

"Get up," I say, hitting Rebecca on her legs. Yawning as she opens her eyes, she stretches her arms.

"Get up," I say, kicking the package in her stomach. Yawing as she pushes herself up from the floor, she adjusts her gas mask.

"Damn," Rebecca says.

"What's up," I ask, checking the outside.

"I'm running out of air," Rebecca answers. She pulls from behind her pack and starts to dig through it. She pulls out a