Adrian figured they were somewhere around what used to be South Richmond. It wasnâ€™t a surprise they hadnâ€™t known there had been another survivor nearby. He and Rainie lived all the way in Manhattan, a block away from Central Park. Theyâ€™d had to pick their way over the Brooklyn Bridge to get where they were. The tunnel had collapsed a year back, and it was a miracle the Bridge was still standing. Adrian remembered Rainie promising him that they would only be going downtown Brooklyn and head back, and wondered how sheâ€™d convinced him to come all the way out here. Honestly, the girl was downright reckless for a cop.<br/><br/>When Adrian saw Rainie offer her hand to the man, he tensed, his thumb reflexively going to the safety on his gun. But Rainie had shined the light on him first, so he was probably okay. At least, not a zombie. That didnâ€™t particularly mean he was â€œokay.â€<br/><br/>The man was talking to her, and Adrian thought he saw her nod. Then the man turned around, and began walking down the sidewalk. Adrian could have sworn the guyâ€™s eyes had swept to him, and he tried not to thumb off the safety. But his gray eyes did narrow slightly. He looked at Rainie, who took a step and nodded at him, telling him to follow.<br/><br/>Rainie trailed after the man, wary but willing to take the chance. If it turned out the guy wanted to kill them and take their ammo, theyâ€™d shoot him and crash at his place for the night. Adrian was a meter behind her, the Smith & Wesson still in his hand. She could have sworn sheâ€™d asked him to put it away.<br/><br/>Regardless, they followed the man to the entrance of the library, and Rainie internally grinned. A good choice. Figures. She felt Adrianâ€™s fingers, tapping her urgently on the wrist. Looking up at his face, she saw something that shocked her. She followed his wide-eyed gaze to the street, two blocks down. A mass of dark moving shadows, babbling and screeching as they moved. Rainie looked down the other way, finding the very same thing.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œShit.â€</span><br/><br/>Rainie ducked into the library, Adrian at her heels. Rainie remembered the days of pipe bombs: beeping, blinking, smoke trailing, zombie attracting time bombs. Oh, how she had loved those. Well, not when she was an FBI agent. Definitely not when she was an FBI agent. Or cop for that matter. But, alas, all had been lost. She never would have guessed that it would be such a bummer.<br/><br/>Rainie stumbled passed the man, into the library. Adrian shut the door, searching for locks, cursing under his breath. His hand still clutched the Smith & Wesson. Rainie hadnâ€™t realized she held the Daewoo until she looked down at it. Her heart was thumping hard and fast, It was dark inside the building, and it smelled musty and like decomposition. As most places did in this post-zombie-apocalyptic world. Then again, nothing had smelled particularly nice in New York<span style="font-style: italic">before</span>the Infection, so...<br/><br/>â€œYou got something to barricade the door?â€ Adrian growled. Screeches mingled with the sound of rain outside. The Infecteds were right outside. He prayed the rain would wash away the scent of living humans.