The younger children are in the middle of the group, surrounded by a shield of older children. Tony, a boy from Alex's dormitory passes me a map, on it, the warehouse conveniently circled by Isaac. He's predicted that it'll take us less than an hour to get there, raising the spirits of everyone around us. We walk down an abandoned street covered with rubbish and littered with broken down cars, filled with large houses that probably used to house the richer people of the city.

"Do you think we'll find anything there?" Alex walks faster to catch me up.

"I don't know. Probably not." I quicken my pace again, not wanting to slow the group down. Just ten minutes after we'd set off, I'd been hearing complaints of aching feet and people asking for water, so I don't know how they'd last if we had to walk even a few miles further.

Killing the infected becomes easier with every kill, each time learning different and easier ways to target the brain. Watching every season of 'The Walking Dead' has also helped a lot, because even though it was all scripted and faked, I learned some fighting techniques from the characters. But this is real life, not a TV show. I hear a low gurgle coming from an alleyway in between two posh looking houses, then a growl followed by the sound of running.

They can run? A man in his fifties or sixties comes running out of the alleyway, madly waving his arms at all of us. He's by far the worst of them I've ever seen, with his intestines hanging out of his stomach, swinging in between his legs when he moves.

"Someone kill it!" Carly screams, louder than we expected.

"I'll do it," I say with a bored expression, sounding colder than I'd intended. I hope they don't think I'll be able to kill all of them because I know that they'll need to help me eventually. It's fine if there's only one or two to deal with, but any more than that will be a problem I won't be able to solve by myself.

He notices me step forward and sprints towards me, his hands trying to grasp anything they can. At the last second, before he throws himself at me, I step out of the way and kick his side, pushing him to the ground. He spits blood from his mouth as if to insult me and tries to get back up, but before he has the chance I push him down with my knee and stab him in the center of the forehead. Each time there's one less of these things, it's an improvement.

"It should be just down the street." Isaac points to the warehouse on the map and shows me where we are, on Lincoln Street.

"Good. Lead the way." He nods and moves to the front of the group, telling everyone to get moving. I catch up to him.

"If there's nothing there, we could search these houses for any supplies," I suggest, looking through the windows into one of the houses. I see a huge flat screen TV and an expensive looking leather couch, surrounded by large paintings on the plain white wallpaper.

"Yeah, good idea." I slow down so I can walk next to Ruby, realizing that I haven't spoken to her since we left the kitchen in the hospital. I mentally facepalm, knowing she could've been scared out of her mind and I wasn't there to comfort her.

"Hey Rubes, how are you doing?" She breaks her train of thought and looks up at me, making a "Mm?" noise.

"Oh, uh... fine."

"Good. Are you feeling better now?"

"Yeah. I feel safer with you and everyone else here. Sorry... I couldn't help earlier." She looks down at the cracked pavement as if she's just been shouted at, a sad expression on her face.

"Don't worry about it."

"I can't help it. Maybe... maybe if I wasn't so useless I could've saved her!"

"Ruby... please don't think like that. No one knew what was going to happen, it wasn't your fault." My words don't seem to pull her out of her trance, staring at the ground beneath us, deep in thought. She's probably still thinking about it. I wrap my arm around her and pull her into a hug, squeezing her arm to try and comfort her.

"Don't worry about it, you'll be okay."

"Okay. I'll try." I look back to the front of the group as everyone slows down to a stop, staring at a tall gray fence with a large 'ASDA' logo painted on it.

"Right. Here it is." Isaac checks around us for any danger, craning his neck to see over everyone. "Our new home."

"How do we get in?" Isaac checks the fence for any foot holes, deciding to jump over instead when he can't find any. He walks back a few meters and sprints to the wall, trying to pull himself over. It would've looked cool if he hadn't crashed into the fence at full speed.

"I call tell you're good at parkour." I laugh at my own joke and soon, everyone's laughing at him on the floor. He hasn't managed to get up yet.

"You try it then!"

"Fine," I say trying to sound confident. I take a few steps backward, keeping my eyes on the top of the fence. I run up to it without taking my eyes of the top, jumping at the last step and landing with my arms on top, my body crashing into the fence. I pull my leg over the fence, followed by the other so that now I'm sitting on the top of it.

"Not exactly graceful, but you did it," Alex adds, holding back a laugh.

"Laugh and I'll cut you."

"Okay, okay, sorry," Alex replies, laughing along with some of the other kids. The older kids pick up the younger ones to help them over the fence, where I'd help them down on the other side. Then, they give leg-ups to the bigger ones, giving them a boost over. Alex, Isaac, and Ruby walk over to me on the other side.

"You could've boosted me, you know?" I shove Isaac in the arm.

"I know, I just wanted to see you try." He shoves back.

"At least I didn't dent the fence."

"Touché." We walk over to the others, who are all staring up at the huge warehouse in front of us.

"So this is it then?" Carly asks, looking around cautiously. I have to admit, it looks pretty safe.

"I guess so. Let's go inside."