Nathan rolled his view up and down on the computer screen, trying to follow Rainie's musings.<span style="font-style: italic">Both tunnels were down and maybe the Williamsburg bridge too?</span>The riots really<span style="font-style: italic">had</span>been something in this city. How had they even collapsed those tunnels? C4? If that was the case, the military camping on either side of the Brooklyn Bridge was the only reason it still stood.<span style="font-style: italic">I wish I could remember how those military camps looked when I crossed.</span>And if that's what happened, it wasn't likely the Williamsburg stood, either. Why risk both bridges by splitting your forces when you only needed the one exit? After all--<span style="font-style: italic">No no, Rainie would know how a military mind thought that over better than you.</span><br/><br/>â€œI don't know.â€ He finally replied. â€œWe could see from the navy yard. If we can get in. And if someone, or something, isn't camping there already. We might even find a small boat, if they haven't all been taken north yet.â€<span style="font-style: italic">Like I want to. I'm tiring of this life.</span>â€œEither way, it wouldn't be too far out of our way to either bridge, but would likely put us out in the open again, if not where we're expected to be.â€<br/><br/>Nathan stared at the map some more. There wouldn't be any avoiding going out in the open. He knew that when he crossed onto this island. â€œWhere do you think our sniper friend is hiding? If he's still alive.â€<span style="font-style: italic">That will definitely influence things</span>, Nate thought as he flipped the laptop around to point at the two siblings. The bookstore was highlighted: a lot closer to the Brooklyn bridge than any other.<br/><br/>As they leaned forward, Nathan yawned, then froze. There had been a noise. Not really different from any of the others they'd been listening to for hours, but something in his subconscious started screaming warnings in his head. That feeling of security suddenly gone. He listened to his instincts these days.<br/><br/>Closing his mouth and standing up, Nathan walking over to the window. He didn't say what was going on, just opened the window and stuck his head out. The sound of infected instantly multiplied; they were even milling about on the street bellow, trying to crowd in. But that wasn't what he looked for. A glow was coming from the third floor window. As he watched, there was a pop, barely audible over the infected, and the light went out. On one of his last trips downstairs he'd set up a tall standing lamp connected to  car battery. Glowing as it was, it would be the first thing<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>ran to when<span style="font-style: italic">they</span>reached that floor. Nathan had taken the shade off so it would smash when knocked over.<br/><br/>The young engineer grunted and turned around. The other two were watching him intently now. â€œMaybe we better think about it on the way.â€ He walked over to the laptop and paused in thought a moment before closing it and starting to stuff it in his back. He usually didn't take computers with him, just because they were so easy to find, but the group would need to stop somewhere safe and check out the map again before heading to one of the bridges; this would save time.<br/><br/>â€œCome on. The right end of the hall has stairs that lead up to the roof.â€ he goaded, â€œThere's a long electrical cord stretching from the entryway up there to another on the CD shop, but it's a two story decent, so grab some towels from the hall to help your grip. I'll catch up in a few.â€ He smiled at them, adjusting his bag so it wouldn't shift as he strode for the bathroom.