12:05 PM- She looks up into the sky, the sun blazing in the summer heat, and grins. The smoke billowing from the building and the smell accompanying it gives her a sense of true satisfaction. Harry sees her expression and flashes a smile so acute it would be missed by anyone that did not know him. It seems like nothing, but Avery knows the amount of happiness required to get something so small. The trap worked like a charm. The horde was stupid enough to follow the two survivors into the hospital they had spent weeks rigging with explosives. Now, looking back on the carnage that they left in their path, they realized what they had that their enemy didn't. They had working minds. Now, Carrying the little supplies they needed on the road, they walk at a pace slow enough to accommodate Harry's injury. Another man with the same problem would surely not be planning on walking any distance at the moment. With the amount of alcohol on this bull of a man, he could have his hand cut off and he'd keep moving. He was not an obnoxious drunk, not by any means, but he was numb to all pain and was not as dextrous when he had a few bottles of vodka under his belt. Avery knew that the alternative was much worse. When he was sober his mind was not able to keep away from all the pain that lied in his past. He was in so much physical pain as well as the emotional scars he carried, that he would lash out at anything that got in his way. She let him drink as much as he wanted as long as he didn't misbehave.
12:06 PM- The way she thought of it, it was like babysitting a 200 pound child. This child carried a rifle and could rip her in half if angered. She tried not to think of that. Right now they wander the streets of New York, peering through windows for survivors and supplies. A sound disturbs the silence and both figures become alert. They raise their weapons and change their mindset to battle mode. Avery puts her hair back in a ponytail and Harry puts on glasses. A shambler slowly reveals itself in the sunlight. Its cold, dead eyes see the humans and it catches their scent. It lets out a roar that pierces the very soul of the people used to silent surroundings. This sound turns something within the human brain and changes it into a survival machine. Once this activates, it does not go away until the threat is neutralized. It is a bell that rings louder than any jet plane ever would. Louder than any concert or any gunshot. A single shot to the head drops the monster in a second. But it is too late. The others nearby hear the sound and come running. At least two dozen undead come around the corner and start towards them. A barrage of bullets fill the air. The group is dead in seconds.
12:07 PM- Reload. Breathe. The two start moving again, watching all sides with a new sense of vigilance. They walk about two blocks and Harry holds a hand out to stop at an intersection full of crushed cars. Avery does not doubt his senses and stops to listen as he is doing. There is a faint sound of footsteps coming from somewhere nearby. It is hard to tell because of all of the surfaces for the sound to bounce off of. They are getting louder. Avery and Harry listen intently for any other signs of life -or lack thereof-. The footsteps reach a point where they are certainly within the distance where they should be seen. Something moves behind a car. Out of nowhere a dark figure races towards the man and woman.
12:08 PM- A gunshot echos through the city streets.