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Day 6

The lapping of the waves in the murky water of the Thames was the only noise in the city. Sam and the others could have been the only people in the world. Ahead of them the streets were littered with abandoned cars. They had now reached greater London. Big Ben was visible in the distance and the London Eye sat eerily still, the large glass pods rocking slightly in the breeze. They were still making good progress despite Harry's injuries slowing them down. Harry was in a bad shape. He had trouble walking properly with the pain of his bullet wound and refused to let anyone carry him. He kept up as best he could but the others could tell he was struggling, they had to keep stopping for breaks every hour or so in order for him to regain his strength. There was one point when Aiden suggested they leave him behind. Sam had stop Lenny from punching him.
"We are not leaving my friends to die!" He spat from over Sam's shoulder.
"He's slowing us down! We'll all be dead if we get stuck in this bombing because he held us up!" Aiden retorted.
Sam held himself between the two of them. "That's enough!" He hissed, checking that the others couldn't see or hear them. "Aiden, we need Harry to pilot this boat down the river. Unless you know a better solution?"
Aiden simply scowled and stormed off in the direction of the others. After he had left Sam turned on Lenny.
"And you!" He hissed. "Sort yourself out! We have not gotten this far just to go down fighting each other!"
Lenny was incredulous. "Are you serious? Did you not hear him? He suggested we leave Harry to die!"
"He's obviously a dick and you know full well we never would. Stop rising to him."
Lenny strode off after the others. "Let's just find this boat. The sooner I'm away from those shits the better."

The riverside was usually a huge tourist attraction, flooded with people at all hours of the day. They had tried to avoid it, but they had no choice. They had followed the river for a few miles already, and couldn't find a single boat. And so they were forced to follow the river into the centre of Greater London. The followed the river further down, but it was now becoming difficult. Groups of infected roamed the area, either moving around aimlessly or standing perfectly still. They covered the roads, forcing the group to take long, winding detours around several back streets. Eventually they were walking along the riverside and came parallel to the London Eye.
"There!" Aiden cried, pointing across the river to the docks directly below the enormous wheel. A small tour boat was docked there, rocking on the waves. It looked big enough to seat about 30 people comfortably, more than enough for their needs.
"That's perfect. But how do we get across?" Lenny asked.
Sam turned to his right. "Westminster Bridge is just- Oh…" The sight of the bridge stopped him mid sentence. The famous Westminster Bridge lay in ruins. The houses of parliament lay behind it, largely untouched but the bridge was another matter. Several sections had been destroyed, and chunks of concrete protruded from the water where they had been blown off. The two other bridges that were between them and Westminster had suffered the same fate.
"The army must have taken out the bridges to buy the ministers' evacuation more time." Derrick said.
"But what if there were still people on the other side?" Alexa asked.
Derrick didn't answer. He pointed back in the direction they had come. "The Millennium Bridge is still intact, we can cross there."
The Millennium Bridge was a relatively small bridge that spanned the length of the Thames. Its modern design and bright white surface made it easy to spot. It was wide enough to allow several people side by side across it. The group backtracked and found themselves and the end of the bridge. It was mercifully clear of infected, Sam sighed with relief when he saw that it was empty. "Come on. It's clear." He said.
Sam felt far too exposed on the bridge. He moved as quickly as possible without drawing attention to himself. The supports creaked ominously as they made their way across. The other was also completely clear. Sam was beginning to feel uneasy, and decided to he voice his suspicions.
"Are you honestly complaining that there aren't crazed monsters attacking us?" Lenny said incredulously.
"Sam's right. It seems too suspicious. Keep your eyes open and we should be fine." Derrick said.
They were in front of the Tate Modern Art gallery now. It was a large, square building made from red bricks. A large tower jutted out of one side, rising a few storeys above the rest of the building. A wide pathway led off to the main entrance, which comprised of several large glass windows and doors. Derrick, who had taken the lead at this point, signalled them to stop.
"What-" Sam began but Derrick hushed him.
"I think I know why there aren't many infected around here." Derrick whispered.
About 200 metres ahead of them were the remains of some kind of military checkpoint. Sandbag walls and large chain link fences blocked the majority of the path, although several had been ripped apart or knocked down. There were hundreds of infected swarming around the walls, wandering around the site or standing completely still. The sounds of the dead being devoured echoed in the silence.
"We should back up." Sam said. Find a way around."
The others agreed, and slowly began making their way back towards the other side of the art gallery. It was at that moment that they were spotted. A single infected let put a blood-curdling screech that forced Sam to clamp his hands over his ears, drawing the attention of every single infected in the area. He turned to run in the direction they had come, but it was no use, more had appeared there as well. Nothing moved for a moment, they stood completely still, just staring.
"Into the Tate." Sam shouted. "NOW! MOVE!"
With another scream the infected were after them. Sam flew down the concrete steps and sprinted towards the glass doors. They were locked. Sharon was a few steps behind him, "I can get the door open!" She said, fumbling with a small metal knife. "Just keep them off of me!"
The others were still a short way away from the doors. Lenny and Derrick were both carrying Harry to the door, with Alexa behind them firing bursts into the crowds now a short distance from the steps. Aiden and Wayne were even further behind, at the base of the stairs. The first infected charged towards Aiden, breaking away from the pack. He swung the crowbar at the perfect time, connecting with its skull with a sickening crack and throwing it backwards.
"That's what I thought, bitch!" He shouted, cockily kicking the body as it hit the ground. Aiden paid for his lack of attention. Another infected leaped onto him from behind, throwing him to the floor and immediately jumping for his throat. Without a moment's hesitation Wayne tackled the infected, knocking it off of Aiden and giving him precious moments to scramble out of the way. Sam moved forwards, trying to get a shot at the infected now grappling with Wayne halfway between the stairs and the doors. Wayne landed two punches onto its snarling face. The blows didn't seem to register; it merely seized his outstretched arm and sunk its teeth in. Wayne cried out in pain, and stumbled backwards, falling over his own feet. The infected struck again, pinning him to the floor and sinking its teeth into his throat. As blood pulsed over the concrete Sam fired twice, knocking it away from Wayne. He rushed forwards to grab Aiden, who was shaking Wayne violently.
"C'mon Wayne we have to move!" Aiden trembled. Wayne stared up into the sky, his glassy eyes unmoving.
Sam grabbed Aiden by the shoulder. "He's gone Aiden! We have to move!"
"No he's not!" Aiden growled, "He's fine! He-"
Slowly, eerily, Wayne began to move. His eyes fixed on Aiden as he clumsily staggered to his feet, warm blood still running out of the wound in his neck. His expressionless face twisted into a snarl as he slowly reached towards Aiden.
"W-Wayne?" Aiden stuttered, taking a tiny step backwards.
Sam knew what he had to do. "I'm sorry Aiden." He said, pulling the trigger. The rifle round crashed through Wayne's throat, almost severing the head from the body. Wayne remained standing for a couple more seconds, then crumbled to the ground.

The rest of the horde was mere feet away from them now. Sam grabbed Aiden by the back of his shirt and ran as fast as he could towards the door. Sharon had gotten the doors open, and the others waited inside, firing shots into the crowd behind them. Derrick slammed the door shut as soon as they were across the threshold, locking the door securely with a key they had evidently found. Sam slumped against the wall, clutching the stitch in his side. Aiden just sat against the wall, speechless and covered in his best friend's blood. The Tate Modern Art Gallery was a large building, and the interior made a stark contrast to the outside of the building. Whereas the outside of the building consisted of dirty red bricks that gave it the look of an old factory, the interior was covered in polished white stone and modern, contemporary architecture. The main entrance led down a slight ramp, leading to the front desks on the right and the escalators to the left. Each floor only made up the left side of the building, leaving the left side as an enormous open space known as the Turbine Hall, with a ceiling several stories above them. Each floor was open to this space, having a glass railing for visitors to look down on the main entrance from every floor. As part of an exhibit, enormous silver tubes ran out of each floor, spiralling down into the middle of the ground floor.

Alexa tapped Sam on the shoulder. Before he could speak she pressed her finger to her lips and pointed. Sam had to suppress a curse. Every floor of the gallery was swarming with infected. Sam could see them standing on the balconies and gathering in small groups in the middle of the entrance space. Derrick pointed towards the front desks a short way away. The desks were built into the wall, with a small door at the side leading in. They moved slowly and carefully towards the door, trying as hard as they could to avoid attention. As soon as they made it behind the desks Harry slumped down, breathing heavily.
"Well this is just great." He gasped, "How do we get out of here?"
"All the emergency exits just lead out back there." Alexa said, pointing to the path now overrun with infected. "There's no way we can get out."
"There is one." Aiden said, breaking his shocked silence. His voice was monotonous and quiet. Evidently Wayne's violent, sudden death had got to him. "You see those silver tubes?" He asked, "They're slides. They were part of some special exhibit. At the top floor of the building there's one that leads out of the building, it comes out on the other side."
"That would let us sneak around these bastards completely." Sam whispered. "But how are we going to get to it?"
A sudden cracking noise came from the doors. An enormous, foot long crack had appeared in one of the glass panels. The infected outside continued to blindly throw themselves at the windows, and it wasn't going to hold forever.
"Well however we do it. We need to do it fast." Lenny said.

Slowly, Sam opened the door into the hall. Directly across from the hall were the escalators leading to the next floor. The Turbine Hall was filled with infected; it would be near impossible to avoid being spotted if they all went at once. They decided to do it in pairs, Sam and Lenny volunteering to go first. Sam picked up a stapler underneath the desk.
"What's that for?" Lenny whispered.
"A distraction." Sam replied, hurling the stapler as hard as he could towards the other end of the hall. It landed with what felt like a deafening crash as it slammed onto the stone floor. Every infected looked up and stared towards the point that it had hit the ground. Sam wasted no time. They moved across the hall at low run, making themselves as inconspicuous as possible and making sure they made no noise. They reached the cover of the escalators, hiding behind them and checking to ensure they hadn't been spotted. The infected were still searching for the source of the noise. Next came Derrick, Aiden and Harry. Harry's slowed pace made it nerve wracking to watch, knowing that at any moment they could be spotted. After what had felt like hours Harry slumped down next to the escalators clutching his arm and grimacing. Sam sighed with relief and motioned for Sharon and Alexa to cross. As they made their way across a snarl came from behind them. They froze in place, hardly daring to move. Sam's stomach lurched when he saw them. Every last infected in the hall was now staring at them.
"Get Harry upstairs." Derrick said. "Now."
Aiden and Sam grabbed each of Harry's arms and half pushed and half carried him up the unmoving escalator. Bursts of gunfire tore through the silence as they reached even ground. The second floor was no clearer than the one below it. Infected were already sprinting towards them as they reached the top step.
"SHIT!" Sam roared as he dropped Harry and slung the rifle from his shoulder. The rifle was much harder to use than the pistol was. Reloading was far more difficult, and the recoil was much more powerful, so much that it made Sam's shoulder ache after prolonged use. However, it was not without its advantages. The holographic scope made it much easier to aim, and the larger, twenty-five round magazines ensured that Sam could not only fire more shots without reloading, but also carry far more ammunition. Sam was in danger of being overrun, for every infected that fell, two more charged out from the exhibit viewing area or from the upper floors. Another infected was charging straight towards him. Sam lined it up in the sites and pulled the trigger. A dull click sounded instead of the usual roar of fire. He froze in horror; he had no ammunition in his rifle, and not enough time to reload. Sam could only watch as the creature bore down upon him. A burst from Alexa storming up the stairs behind him, threw the infected back, just inches from Sam. Alexa and the others rushed past him, setting up a defensive semi-circle around Harry, with Lenny covering the escalator behind them.
"Hurry up and reload!" Alexa shouted. "We gotta move!"
Sam quickly dropped to one knee and ejected the rifle's magazine. Storing the empty magazine in a pouch in his belt and bringing out a fresh one. He then slammed the fresh magazine into the rifle and cocked it, making it ready to fire.
"Done!" He said, moving to reinforce the defensive line. "Let's go!"
The infected were assaulting from two directions. Directly ahead of them they swarmed down the escalators from the upper levels, behind them they were being chased by infected attacking from the both the ground floor and the exhibits to the right of them. Derrick and Alexa led they way, using bursts of automatic fire to cut a path through. Behind them were Sharon, Aiden and Harry. Holding the rear were Sam and Lenny, their high-powered weapons mowing down any infected that came to close. Slowly, they made their way up another two floors. They were now on the fourth floor of the building. The strength of the attacks was decreasing, and most of the infected from the lower floors had been dispatched. They stopped to catch their breath for a moment, Sam leaning over the balcony to check the lower floors.
"I think the ones coming up from the lower floors are all dead." He said with relief.
"Yeah there hasn't been any attacking the front for a while now." Alexa said.
Lenny smiled, "Well then it should be a nice leisurely stroll up to the-" The sound of smashing glass drowned put the rest of his sentence. With rabid howls infected swarmed through the broken doors, annihilating everything in their path. They poured into the Turbine Hall, making a beeline for the escalators.
"It's on the seventh floor." Aiden said. "We need to go! Now!"
Derrick grabbed Harry, placing one arm over his shoulder and carried him to the escalators. Sam could hear the creatures already making their way up the escalators, the thundering of hundreds of feet on metal was almost deafening. Sam rushed up the next three stories, taking the stairs three at a time. The group made it up the last set of stairs. A large sign pointed them to a set of double doors. Sam tried to turn the handle, but it was no use, it was locked.
"We don't have time to pick this!" Aiden shouted.
The thundering of feet on the stairs was growing louder by the second. Lenny shoved Aiden out of the way, cocking his shotgun. He pressed the barrel against the top set of hinges and fired. An explosion of wood and plaster erupted from around the barrel, leaving a large hole where the hinge had been. Lenny did the same again for the bottom hinge, sending another spray of wood and plaster everywhere, and kicked the door as hard as he could. It fell forwards, landing with a ground-shaking thud. The floor was smaller than the others, with large glass windows running around the entire outer walls, offering a view of the entire city. The situation left them not time to admire the views however. The slide was on the far right side of the room, blocked off by a small sign and some red tape. Derrick tore the tape off and kicked the sign aside.
"Alright, Lenny you go first." He barked, someone will follow after 30 seconds." He said.
Lenny nodded, "This is going to be awesome." He said as he lowered himself into the tube. A moment later he was gone.
After 30 seconds Alexa went next. "See you on the other side." She smirked as she disappeared down the chute. Seconds after she left the remaining door to the room was thrown off its hinges as a wave of infected burst through.
"Get Harry down now!" Derrick barked to Sharon. "Go with him!"
Sharon helped Harry into the slide, sitting down behind him and pushing away while Sam and Derrick fired into the crowds now tearing their way into the room.
After they had left Sam turned to Aiden. "Alright now you!"
Aiden didn't hesitate, diving into the slide as quickly as possible. It was only Sam and Derrick left now. Hundreds of bodies were trying to push their way into the room; the only thing that was stopping them from being overwhelmed was the tiny space they were attempting to barge through.
After 30 seconds Derrick turned to Sam "You next." As he said it his rifle stopped firing. "Shit!" he shouted. "We don't have time for me to reload!"
"You go down then!" Sam replied. "I'll hold off here!"
Derrick nodded. "Then take this." He said, handing him a heavy, round object. Sam's eyes widened when he saw what it was. It was a grenade, similar to the one used by those paranoid attackers in the office building the day before.
"Just hold the safety clip, pull the pin, and then throw it!" Derrick shouted, "Whatever you do, do not let go of the safety clip! Once you've thrown get the hell out fast! Understand?"
He nodded, memorising the instructions obsessively. Derrick gave him one last slap on the shoulder and pulled himself into the slide. Sam was alone now, he had reloaded shortly before Derrick had run out and he hadn't fired since. He made every one of his 25 shots count, trying to fire one per second. Infected were pouring through the door, but the rifle's power and density of bodies meant that each round killed at least two or three infected. After what felt like minutes his rifle stopped firing, the usual kicking recoil and explosion of fire was replaced with a dull click. Wasting no time Sam pulled the grenade from his pocket. He firmly held down the spoon shaped clip protruding from the side of the spherical explosive and twisted the pin out. He then hurled the grenade towards the horde already halfway across the room. Sam turned and dived headfirst into the slide. The wind rushed through his hair as he hurtled down the slide at an incredible speed. After a few seconds the grenade's explosion rocked the slide violently. Sam could hear the glass windows on the upper floors breaking as the path ahead of him became lighter and lighter. Sam shot out of the slide's exit, completely over shooting the flat section designed to act as a brake and landed face first on the pavement.
"Nice landing." Lenny sniggered, offering him his hand. He pulled him up as Sam dazedly rubbed the large cut now bleeding all over his forehead.
"You alright?" Derrick asked. "Nice job with that grenade."
"Yeah I'll live." Sam said. "Let's get to that damned boat."

The trip around the gallery was nerve-wracking. Infected were grouped around the gallery, pouring out into side streets and further along the riverside. It took almost an hour for them to pass around them undetected, but eventually they made it to the London Eye. The giant wheel loomed above, eerily still. The empty glass pods creaked and swayed in the gentle breeze. The area around the attraction was deserted, even infected this far out had been drawn to the Tate Modern by the gunfire and explosions. They passed under the Eye, making their way down a wide gangplank towards the boat. It was a large tour boat, with a lower level and an open top, both filled with rows of comfortable seats and even a bar. Harry and Derrick set to work checking the fuel and getting it started while the others made their way to the bridge. After a few minutes they returned.
"Right. We've got enough fuel to get us to where we need to." Harry said. "But I can't pilot the boat in my condition, so Derrick and Lenny are going to take it in turns piloting from my instructions. Alright?"
They all nodded. "All right then." Derrick said, "Let's get going shall we?"

Sam stood on the open top of the boat as it made its way down the river, the breeze blowing across his face as he stared at the approaching houses of parliament. Alexa joined him as they passed under the remains of Westminster Bridge.
"Oh my god." Alexa whispered.
Several sections of the bridge had been blown off completely, the rubble sticking out of the water. Hundreds of bodies were floating in the water. The bodies of men, women and children simply hung in the water, lifeless. Not all were intact, some were no more than indiscriminate chunks of meat, unidentifiable due to the damage they had taken. The boat manoeuvred carefully around them, avoiding the enormous chunks of concrete and twisted metal. After a few minutes they were clear of the wreckage. Neither of them spoke for a while.
Eventually Alexa spoke. "I'm guessing that wasn't Lenny driving back there." She said with a weak grin.
Sam laughed, "Yeah, he would have just blasted full steam ahead, and there's no death metal blasting through the speakers."
Alexa smiled for a moment, then looked back behind her. "I'm worried about Aiden." She said.
"What do you mean?"
"You could tell him and Wayne were close. I saw what happened back outside the gallery, he has to be upset. I think you should go talk to him."
"Me?" Sam raised his eyebrows, "Why me? We're not exactly best buddies in case you hadn't noticed."
"Maybe not, but you're still our leader."
He turned away. "I'm pretty sure that's Derrick. I'm no good at leading anyone."
Alexa looked him in the eyes; Sam noticed they were a very pretty shade of green… he told himself to focus.
"That's crap." She said softly. "Derrick looks up to you, he looks for you to make decisions. You may not have noticed, but most of the things that have kept us alive have been your idea, and Derrick follows your orders even if he doesn't agree with them. Give yourself a little more credit."
Sam sighed heavily. "Fine then, I'll go talk to Aiden." Heading towards the stairs.

Aiden was sat at the boat's small bar. The drinks served there were mostly bottled water and soft drinks, but he had managed to find some whiskey from somewhere. Sam sat down on the seat directly across the table.
"You alright?" Sam asked.
Aiden glowered at him groggily; a large amount of whiskey was gone from the bottle. "What d'you want?" He mumbled.
"Look, I know you and Wayne were close, and I just wondered if you wanted someone to talk to."
Aiden simply glared at him. Sam met his gaze for a minute or two, then sighed and got up to leave. He made it halfway to the door before Aiden spoke. "Did you know, that in the 16 years I knew Wayne, I never once thanked him for being my friend?"
Sam sat back down at the table, listening intently. Aiden took another large swig of whiskey and continued.
"He never was that good at anything. I could one-up him at everything he did. And I never let him forget it. I was a cocky, selfish dick to him; but he never once got pissed off. I always had to have the bigger share of loot, the better looking girl, the nicer gear… and he was still a good enough friend to pull that thing off of me." Aiden looked up from the bottle. "I just wish I could have thanked him."
Tears began to slowly run down his cheeks as he stared at down at the table. Sam remained silent, he couldn't really think of anything worth saying. After a few moments Aiden looked back up.
"Thanks for pulling me out of there though." He mumbled, "I'm glad that you… did what you did. He would've preferred to be dead, not one of those… things. Anyway just… thanks."
"Uh… yeah don't mention it…" Sam said awkwardly. He got up to leave, patting Aiden on the shoulder as he walked past. "Just don't dwell on it. The only thing that matters now is getting ourselves out." Was all he could think of.
Aiden nodded solemnly "Don't worry Sam. I'll keep it together."
Sam headed back up the stairs. As he reached the open air he noticed Sharon sat in one of the rows of seats. She looked round as he entered.
"Alright?" She grunted.
"Yeah, bit of an uncomfortable conversation back there." He replied, motioning towards the stairs.
"I'm surprised he talked to you. He wouldn't even talk to me about it and I've known him for ages."
Sam frowned. "Then why did he talk to me about it? I barely know him, and it's not like we were friends."
She shrugged, "I don't know, I guess because you're kind of the 'team leader' out of all of us. I mean, Derrick has the survival knowledge, but even he does what you tell him to. I guess he's just grateful we have someone like you to guide us." She looked down at the ground, "We all are." She muttered.
Sam was speechless; he had no idea that everyone felt this way. He had always assumed that Derrick was leading them. He would have expected this fact would make him happy, give him a confidence boost. But all it did was leave a great weight on his shoulders, knowing that these people depended on his decisions to stay alive.

About an hour later the boat's engine ground to a halt. Derrick carefully piloted it as close to the bank as he possibly could. They then proceeded to launch a life raft, carrying them to the shallow sandy banks of the river. The boat had gotten them close to an underground train station a mile or so away. There were in another residential area now, the small houses silent in the setting sun. They picked one with a defensible position and broke in, Aiden utilising his lock picking skills yet again. Miraculously the house still had heating and power, allowing Sam and the others to hose the blood and dirt that had accumulated for the past few days. After they had all cleaned up the group sat down to eat.
"The food's running low." Derrick said grimly, "I reckon we'll be able to stretch it until tomorrow morning but then we'll be out."
They sat in grim silence for most of the meal. Eventually Derrick broke it. "Here." He said, sliding his old pistol across the table. "You're going to need this."
Aiden's eyes widened as he took it. "You sure about this?" He asked tentatively.
"Definitely, but tonight I have to teach you how to use it. First we'll go over the basics…"
Derrick spent the next few hours teaching Aiden the proper techniques of using and maintaining the pistol. Aiden was eager to learn, glad that he finally had a proper weapon at hand. After many tiring lessons Derrick was finally satisfied, and called it a night.

Sam sat in the darkness of the hallway, his rifle across his lap. He and Alexa had volunteered second watch, and the pair were sat together, talking quietly.
"Do you think Canada is in the same condition as us?" Alexa asked.
Sam was silent for a few moments, "I don't know, but it can't be any worse off."
Sam could tell Alexa was worried, "I'm sure your family are alright." He said, "Just think when we get to Canada you can go and find them."
"Providing we even get there…" She mumbled.
"We'll get there." Sam said firmly, "I'm sure of it."
In truth Sam was plagued by self-doubt. For hours he would lie in his sleeping bag, dreading something would go wrong. What if there wasn't a plane? What if Derrick went down and they had no other pilot? What if they run out of ammunition? What if the plane doesn't make it to Canada? These questions buzzed around his head like flies, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't swat them away.
Alexa rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm glad someone like you saved me from those things."
Sam didn't know what to say, his heart was thumping in his chest. A voice from behind them made Alexa snap back upright.
"All right ladies?" Lenny said, waltzing in. "Alexa if you want go early I'll take over from here."
She looked at Sam quickly, "Uh… yeah sure. Thanks Lenny." She bade them goodnight and left. Lenny sat down next to Sam with a satisfied sigh.
"I hate you so much Lenny." Sam grumbled.
"Aw did I interrupt your smooching session?" Lenny smirked. "Come on man she's not that hot."
"Oddly enough I don't just go for looks alone. Which is why I've never woken up tied to a bed with my wallet missing." Sam snapped scathingly.
"You've barely woken up next to a woman at all!" Lenny retorted.
"Well I like Alexa." Sam said quietly, "And besides, what's wrong with the way she looks?"
"Well she's a bit flat chested…"
Sam rolled his eyes, "You honestly could not be more shallow."
"And yet I've still scored more birds than you."
"I hate to interrupt this lover's tiff." Sharon cut in, "But your shift's up Sam."
"Oooh, so I have the pleasure of your company tonight do I?" Lenny said, raising his eyebrows suggestively."
"Dream on mate." She said, "I heard you two talking, although I would love to hear the story behind the lost wallet."
Sam left them to their conversation and slipped into the living room. It was only once he had a chance to rest that he realised just how tired he was. He yawned widely and tried to catch some more sleep. He was going to need all the energy he could get. After all, it would be another busy day.

Description
Day 6

The lapping of the waves in the murky water of the Thames was the only noise in the city. Sam and the others could have been the only people in the world. Ahead of them the streets were littered with abandoned cars. They had now reached greater London. Big Ben was visible in the distance and the London Eye sat eerily still, the large glass pods rocking slightly in the breeze. They were still making good progress despite Harry's injuries slowing them down. Harry was in a bad shape. He had trouble walking properly with the pain of his bullet wound and refused to let anyone carry him. He kept up as best he could but the others could tell he was struggling, they had to keep stopping for breaks every hour or so in order for him to regain his strength. There was one point when Aiden suggested they leave him behind. Sam had stop Lenny from punching him.
"We are not leaving my friends to die!" He spat from over Sam's shoulder.
"He's slowing us down! We'll all be dead if we get stuck in this bombing because he held us up!" Aiden retorted.
Sam held himself between the two of them. "That's enough!" He hissed, checking that the others couldn't see or hear them. "Aiden, we need Harry to pilot this boat down the river. Unless you know a better solution?"
Aiden simply scowled and stormed off in the direction of the others. After he had left Sam turned on Lenny.
"And you!" He hissed. "Sort yourself out! We have not gotten this far just to go down fighting each other!"
Lenny was incredulous. "Are you serious? Did you not hear him? He suggested we leave Harry to die!"
"He's obviously a dick and you know full well we never would. Stop rising to him."
Lenny strode off after the others. "Let's just find this boat. The sooner I'm away from those shits the better."

The riverside was usually a huge tourist attraction, flooded with people at all hours of the day. They had tried to avoid it, but they had no choice. They had followed the river for a few miles already, and couldn't find a single boat. And so they were forced to follow the river into the centre of Greater London. The followed the river further down, but it was now becoming difficult. Groups of infected roamed the area, either moving around aimlessly or standing perfectly still. They covered the roads, forcing the group to take long, winding detours around several back streets. Eventually they were walking along the riverside and came parallel to the London Eye.
"There!" Aiden cried, pointing across the river to the docks directly below the enormous wheel. A small tour boat was docked there, rocking on the waves. It looked big enough to seat about 30 people comfortably, more than enough for their needs.
"That's perfect. But how do we get across?" Lenny asked.
Sam turned to his right. "Westminster Bridge is just- Oh…" The sight of the bridge stopped him mid sentence. The famous Westminster Bridge lay in ruins. The houses of parliament lay behind it, largely untouched but the bridge was another matter. Several sections had been destroyed, and chunks of concrete protruded from the water where they had been blown off. The two other bridges that were between them and Westminster had suffered the same fate.
"The army must have taken out the bridges to buy the ministers' evacuation more time." Derrick said.
"But what if there were still people on the other side?" Alexa asked.
Derrick didn't answer. He pointed back in the direction they had come. "The Millennium Bridge is still intact, we can cross there."
The Millennium Bridge was a relatively small bridge that spanned the length of the Thames. Its modern design and bright white surface made it easy to spot. It was wide enough to allow several people side by side across it. The group backtracked and found themselves and the end of the bridge. It was mercifully clear of infected, Sam sighed with relief when he saw that it was empty. "Come on. It's clear." He said.
Sam felt far too exposed on the bridge. He moved as quickly as possible without drawing attention to himself. The supports creaked ominously as they made their way across. The other was also completely clear. Sam was beginning to feel uneasy, and decided to he voice his suspicions.
"Are you honestly complaining that there aren't crazed monsters attacking us?" Lenny said incredulously.
"Sam's right. It seems too suspicious. Keep your eyes open and we should be fine." Derrick said.
They were in front of the Tate Modern Art gallery now. It was a large, square building made from red bricks. A large tower jutted out of one side, rising a few storeys above the rest of the building. A wide pathway led off to the main entrance, which comprised of several large glass windows and doors. Derrick, who had taken the lead at this point, signalled them to stop.
"What-" Sam began but Derrick hushed him.
"I think I know why there aren't many infected around here." Derrick whispered.
About 200 metres ahead of them were the remains of some kind of military checkpoint. Sandbag walls and large chain link fences blocked the majority of the path, although several had been ripped apart or knocked down. There were hundreds of infected swarming around the walls, wandering around the site or standing completely still. The sounds of the dead being devoured echoed in the silence.
"We should back up." Sam said. Find a way around."
The others agreed, and slowly began making their way back towards the other side of the art gallery. It was at that moment that they were spotted. A single infected let put a blood-curdling screech that forced Sam to clamp his hands over his ears, drawing the attention of every single infected in the area. He turned to run in the direction they had come, but it was no use, more had appeared there as well. Nothing moved for a moment, they stood completely still, just staring.
"Into the Tate." Sam shouted. "NOW! MOVE!"
With another scream the infected were after them. Sam flew down the concrete steps and sprinted towards the glass doors. They were locked. Sharon was a few steps behind him, "I can get the door open!" She said, fumbling with a small metal knife. "Just keep them off of me!"
The others were still a short way away from the doors. Lenny and Derrick were both carrying Harry to the door, with Alexa behind them firing bursts into the crowds now a short distance from the steps. Aiden and Wayne were even further behind, at the base of the stairs. The first infected charged towards Aiden, breaking away from the pack. He swung the crowbar at the perfect time, connecting with its skull with a sickening crack and throwing it backwards.
"That's what I thought, bitch!" He shouted, cockily kicking the body as it hit the ground. Aiden paid for his lack of attention. Another infected leaped onto him from behind, throwing him to the floor and immediately jumping for his throat. Without a moment's hesitation Wayne tackled the infected, knocking it off of Aiden and giving him precious moments to scramble out of the way. Sam moved forwards, trying to get a shot at the infected now grappling with Wayne halfway between the stairs and the doors. Wayne landed two punches onto its snarling face. The blows didn't seem to register; it merely seized his outstretched arm and sunk its teeth in. Wayne cried out in pain, and stumbled backwards, falling over his own feet. The infected struck again, pinning him to the floor and sinking its teeth into his throat. As blood pulsed over the concrete Sam fired twice, knocking it away from Wayne. He rushed forwards to grab Aiden, who was shaking Wayne violently.
"C'mon Wayne we have to move!" Aiden trembled. Wayne stared up into the sky, his glassy eyes unmoving.
Sam grabbed Aiden by the shoulder. "He's gone Aiden! We have to move!"
"No he's not!" Aiden growled, "He's fine! He-"
Slowly, eerily, Wayne began to move. His eyes fixed on Aiden as he clumsily staggered to his feet, warm blood still running out of the wound in his neck. His expressionless face twisted into a snarl as he slowly reached towards Aiden.
"W-Wayne?" Aiden stuttered, taking a tiny step backwards.
Sam knew what he had to do. "I'm sorry Aiden." He said, pulling the trigger. The rifle round crashed through Wayne's throat, almost severing the head from the body. Wayne remained standing for a couple more seconds, then crumbled to the ground.

The rest of the horde was mere feet away from them now. Sam grabbed Aiden by the back of his shirt and ran as fast as he could towards the door. Sharon had gotten the doors open, and the others waited inside, firing shots into the crowd behind them. Derrick slammed the door shut as soon as they were across the threshold, locking the door securely with a key they had evidently found. Sam slumped against the wall, clutching the stitch in his side. Aiden just sat against the wall, speechless and covered in his best friend's blood. The Tate Modern Art Gallery was a large building, and the interior made a stark contrast to the outside of the building. Whereas the outside of the building consisted of dirty red bricks that gave it the look of an old factory, the interior was covered in polished white stone and modern, contemporary architecture. The main entrance led down a slight ramp, leading to the front desks on the right and the escalators to the left. Each floor only made up the left side of the building, leaving the left side as an enormous open space known as the Turbine Hall, with a ceiling several stories above them. Each floor was open to this space, having a glass railing for visitors to look down on the main entrance from every floor. As part of an exhibit, enormous silver tubes ran out of each floor, spiralling down into the middle of the ground floor.

Alexa tapped Sam on the shoulder. Before he could speak she pressed her finger to her lips and pointed. Sam had to suppress a curse. Every floor of the gallery was swarming with infected. Sam could see them standing on the balconies and gathering in small groups in the middle of the entrance space. Derrick pointed towards the front desks a short way away. The desks were built into the wall, with a small door at the side leading in. They moved slowly and carefully towards the door, trying as hard as they could to avoid attention. As soon as they made it behind the desks Harry slumped down, breathing heavily.
"Well this is just great." He gasped, "How do we get out of here?"
"All the emergency exits just lead out back there." Alexa said, pointing to the path now overrun with infected. "There's no way we can get out."
"There is one." Aiden said, breaking his shocked silence. His voice was monotonous and quiet. Evidently Wayne's violent, sudden death had got to him. "You see those silver tubes?" He asked, "They're slides. They were part of some special exhibit. At the top floor of the building there's one that leads out of the building, it comes out on the other side."
"That would let us sneak around these bastards completely." Sam whispered. "But how are we going to get to it?"
A sudden cracking noise came from the doors. An enormous, foot long crack had appeared in one of the glass panels. The infected outside continued to blindly throw themselves at the windows, and it wasn't going to hold forever.
"Well however we do it. We need to do it fast." Lenny said.

Slowly, Sam opened the door into the hall. Directly across from the hall were the escalators leading to the next floor. The Turbine Hall was filled with infected; it would be near impossible to avoid being spotted if they all went at once. They decided to do it in pairs, Sam and Lenny volunteering to go first. Sam picked up a stapler underneath the desk.
"What's that for?" Lenny whispered.
"A distraction." Sam replied, hurling the stapler as hard as he could towards the other end of the hall. It landed with what felt like a deafening crash as it slammed onto the stone floor. Every infected looked up and stared towards the point that it had hit the ground. Sam wasted no time. They moved across the hall at low run, making themselves as inconspicuous as possible and making sure they made no noise. They reached the cover of the escalators, hiding behind them and checking to ensure they hadn't been spotted. The infected were still searching for the source of the noise. Next came Derrick, Aiden and Harry. Harry's slowed pace made it nerve wracking to watch, knowing that at any moment they could be spotted. After what had felt like hours Harry slumped down next to the escalators clutching his arm and grimacing. Sam sighed with relief and motioned for Sharon and Alexa to cross. As they made their way across a snarl came from behind them. They froze in place, hardly daring to move. Sam's stomach lurched when he saw them. Every last infected in the hall was now staring at them.
"Get Harry upstairs." Derrick said. "Now."
Aiden and Sam grabbed each of Harry's arms and half pushed and half carried him up the unmoving escalator. Bursts of gunfire tore through the silence as they reached even ground. The second floor was no clearer than the one below it. Infected were already sprinting towards them as they reached the top step.
"SHIT!" Sam roared as he dropped Harry and slung the rifle from his shoulder. The rifle was much harder to use than the pistol was. Reloading was far more difficult, and the recoil was much more powerful, so much that it made Sam's shoulder ache after prolonged use. However, it was not without its advantages. The holographic scope made it much easier to aim, and the larger, twenty-five round magazines ensured that Sam could not only fire more shots without reloading, but also carry far more ammunition. Sam was in danger of being overrun, for every infected that fell, two more charged out from the exhibit viewing area or from the upper floors. Another infected was charging straight towards him. Sam lined it up in the sites and pulled the trigger. A dull click sounded instead of the usual roar of fire. He froze in horror; he had no ammunition in his rifle, and not enough time to reload. Sam could only watch as the creature bore down upon him. A burst from Alexa storming up the stairs behind him, threw the infected back, just inches from Sam. Alexa and the others rushed past him, setting up a defensive semi-circle around Harry, with Lenny covering the escalator behind them.
"Hurry up and reload!" Alexa shouted. "We gotta move!"
Sam quickly dropped to one knee and ejected the rifle's magazine. Storing the empty magazine in a pouch in his belt and bringing out a fresh one. He then slammed the fresh magazine into the rifle and cocked it, making it ready to fire.
"Done!" He said, moving to reinforce the defensive line. "Let's go!"
The infected were assaulting from two directions. Directly ahead of them they swarmed down the escalators from the upper levels, behind them they were being chased by infected attacking from the both the ground floor and the exhibits to the right of them. Derrick and Alexa led they way, using bursts of automatic fire to cut a path through. Behind them were Sharon, Aiden and Harry. Holding the rear were Sam and Lenny, their high-powered weapons mowing down any infected that came to close. Slowly, they made their way up another two floors. They were now on the fourth floor of the building. The strength of the attacks was decreasing, and most of the infected from the lower floors had been dispatched. They stopped to catch their breath for a moment, Sam leaning over the balcony to check the lower floors.
"I think the ones coming up from the lower floors are all dead." He said with relief.
"Yeah there hasn't been any attacking the front for a while now." Alexa said.
Lenny smiled, "Well then it should be a nice leisurely stroll up to the-" The sound of smashing glass drowned put the rest of his sentence. With rabid howls infected swarmed through the broken doors, annihilating everything in their path. They poured into the Turbine Hall, making a beeline for the escalators.
"It's on the seventh floor." Aiden said. "We need to go! Now!"
Derrick grabbed Harry, placing one arm over his shoulder and carried him to the escalators. Sam could hear the creatures already making their way up the escalators, the thundering of hundreds of feet on metal was almost deafening. Sam rushed up the next three stories, taking the stairs three at a time. The group made it up the last set of stairs. A large sign pointed them to a set of double doors. Sam tried to turn the handle, but it was no use, it was locked.
"We don't have time to pick this!" Aiden shouted.
The thundering of feet on the stairs was growing louder by the second. Lenny shoved Aiden out of the way, cocking his shotgun. He pressed the barrel against the top set of hinges and fired. An explosion of wood and plaster erupted from around the barrel, leaving a large hole where the hinge had been. Lenny did the same again for the bottom hinge, sending another spray of wood and plaster everywhere, and kicked the door as hard as he could. It fell forwards, landing with a ground-shaking thud. The floor was smaller than the others, with large glass windows running around the entire outer walls, offering a view of the entire city. The situation left them not time to admire the views however. The slide was on the far right side of the room, blocked off by a small sign and some red tape. Derrick tore the tape off and kicked the sign aside.
"Alright, Lenny you go first." He barked, someone will follow after 30 seconds." He said.
Lenny nodded, "This is going to be awesome." He said as he lowered himself into the tube. A moment later he was gone.
After 30 seconds Alexa went next. "See you on the other side." She smirked as she disappeared down the chute. Seconds after she left the remaining door to the room was thrown off its hinges as a wave of infected burst through.
"Get Harry down now!" Derrick barked to Sharon. "Go with him!"
Sharon helped Harry into the slide, sitting down behind him and pushing away while Sam and Derrick fired into the crowds now tearing their way into the room.
After they had left Sam turned to Aiden. "Alright now you!"
Aiden didn't hesitate, diving into the slide as quickly as possible. It was only Sam and Derrick left now. Hundreds of bodies were trying to push their way into the room; the only thing that was stopping them from being overwhelmed was the tiny space they were attempting to barge through.
After 30 seconds Derrick turned to Sam "You next." As he said it his rifle stopped firing. "Shit!" he shouted. "We don't have time for me to reload!"
"You go down then!" Sam replied. "I'll hold off here!"
Derrick nodded. "Then take this." He said, handing him a heavy, round object. Sam's eyes widened when he saw what it was. It was a grenade, similar to the one used by those paranoid attackers in the office building the day before.
"Just hold the safety clip, pull the pin, and then throw it!" Derrick shouted, "Whatever you do, do not let go of the safety clip! Once you've thrown get the hell out fast! Understand?"
He nodded, memorising the instructions obsessively. Derrick gave him one last slap on the shoulder and pulled himself into the slide. Sam was alone now, he had reloaded shortly before Derrick had run out and he hadn't fired since. He made every one of his 25 shots count, trying to fire one per second. Infected were pouring through the door, but the rifle's power and density of bodies meant that each round killed at least two or three infected. After what felt like minutes his rifle stopped firing, the usual kicking recoil and explosion of fire was replaced with a dull click. Wasting no time Sam pulled the grenade from his pocket. He firmly held down the spoon shaped clip protruding from the side of the spherical explosive and twisted the pin out. He then hurled the grenade towards the horde already halfway across the room. Sam turned and dived headfirst into the slide. The wind rushed through his hair as he hurtled down the slide at an incredible speed. After a few seconds the grenade's explosion rocked the slide violently. Sam could hear the glass windows on the upper floors breaking as the path ahead of him became lighter and lighter. Sam shot out of the slide's exit, completely over shooting the flat section designed to act as a brake and landed face first on the pavement.
"Nice landing." Lenny sniggered, offering him his hand. He pulled him up as Sam dazedly rubbed the large cut now bleeding all over his forehead.
"You alright?" Derrick asked. "Nice job with that grenade."
"Yeah I'll live." Sam said. "Let's get to that damned boat."

The trip around the gallery was nerve-wracking. Infected were grouped around the gallery, pouring out into side streets and further along the riverside. It took almost an hour for them to pass around them undetected, but eventually they made it to the London Eye. The giant wheel loomed above, eerily still. The empty glass pods creaked and swayed in the gentle breeze. The area around the attraction was deserted, even infected this far out had been drawn to the Tate Modern by the gunfire and explosions. They passed under the Eye, making their way down a wide gangplank towards the boat. It was a large tour boat, with a lower level and an open top, both filled with rows of comfortable seats and even a bar. Harry and Derrick set to work checking the fuel and getting it started while the others made their way to the bridge. After a few minutes they returned.
"Right. We've got enough fuel to get us to where we need to." Harry said. "But I can't pilot the boat in my condition, so Derrick and Lenny are going to take it in turns piloting from my instructions. Alright?"
They all nodded. "All right then." Derrick said, "Let's get going shall we?"

Sam stood on the open top of the boat as it made its way down the river, the breeze blowing across his face as he stared at the approaching houses of parliament. Alexa joined him as they passed under the remains of Westminster Bridge.
"Oh my god." Alexa whispered.
Several sections of the bridge had been blown off completely, the rubble sticking out of the water. Hundreds of bodies were floating in the water. The bodies of men, women and children simply hung in the water, lifeless. Not all were intact, some were no more than indiscriminate chunks of meat, unidentifiable due to the damage they had taken. The boat manoeuvred carefully around them, avoiding the enormous chunks of concrete and twisted metal. After a few minutes they were clear of the wreckage. Neither of them spoke for a while.
Eventually Alexa spoke. "I'm guessing that wasn't Lenny driving back there." She said with a weak grin.
Sam laughed, "Yeah, he would have just blasted full steam ahead, and there's no death metal blasting through the speakers."
Alexa smiled for a moment, then looked back behind her. "I'm worried about Aiden." She said.
"What do you mean?"
"You could tell him and Wayne were close. I saw what happened back outside the gallery, he has to be upset. I think you should go talk to him."
"Me?" Sam raised his eyebrows, "Why me? We're not exactly best buddies in case you hadn't noticed."
"Maybe not, but you're still our leader."
He turned away. "I'm pretty sure that's Derrick. I'm no good at leading anyone."
Alexa looked him in the eyes; Sam noticed they were a very pretty shade of green… he told himself to focus.
"That's crap." She said softly. "Derrick looks up to you, he looks for you to make decisions. You may not have noticed, but most of the things that have kept us alive have been your idea, and Derrick follows your orders even if he doesn't agree with them. Give yourself a little more credit."
Sam sighed heavily. "Fine then, I'll go talk to Aiden." Heading towards the stairs.

Aiden was sat at the boat's small bar. The drinks served there were mostly bottled water and soft drinks, but he had managed to find some whiskey from somewhere. Sam sat down on the seat directly across the table.
"You alright?" Sam asked.
Aiden glowered at him groggily; a large amount of whiskey was gone from the bottle. "What d'you want?" He mumbled.
"Look, I know you and Wayne were close, and I just wondered if you wanted someone to talk to."
Aiden simply glared at him. Sam met his gaze for a minute or two, then sighed and got up to leave. He made it halfway to the door before Aiden spoke. "Did you know, that in the 16 years I knew Wayne, I never once thanked him for being my friend?"
Sam sat back down at the table, listening intently. Aiden took another large swig of whiskey and continued.
"He never was that good at anything. I could one-up him at everything he did. And I never let him forget it. I was a cocky, selfish dick to him; but he never once got pissed off. I always had to have the bigger share of loot, the better looking girl, the nicer gear… and he was still a good enough friend to pull that thing off of me." Aiden looked up from the bottle. "I just wish I could have thanked him."
Tears began to slowly run down his cheeks as he stared at down at the table. Sam remained silent, he couldn't really think of anything worth saying. After a few moments Aiden looked back up.
"Thanks for pulling me out of there though." He mumbled, "I'm glad that you… did what you did. He would've preferred to be dead, not one of those… things. Anyway just… thanks."
"Uh… yeah don't mention it…" Sam said awkwardly. He got up to leave, patting Aiden on the shoulder as he walked past. "Just don't dwell on it. The only thing that matters now is getting ourselves out." Was all he could think of.
Aiden nodded solemnly "Don't worry Sam. I'll keep it together."
Sam headed back up the stairs. As he reached the open air he noticed Sharon sat in one of the rows of seats. She looked round as he entered.
"Alright?" She grunted.
"Yeah, bit of an uncomfortable conversation back there." He replied, motioning towards the stairs.
"I'm surprised he talked to you. He wouldn't even talk to me about it and I've known him for ages."
Sam frowned. "Then why did he talk to me about it? I barely know him, and it's not like we were friends."
She shrugged, "I don't know, I guess because you're kind of the 'team leader' out of all of us. I mean, Derrick has the survival knowledge, but even he does what you tell him to. I guess he's just grateful we have someone like you to guide us." She looked down at the ground, "We all are." She muttered.
Sam was speechless; he had no idea that everyone felt this way. He had always assumed that Derrick was leading them. He would have expected this fact would make him happy, give him a confidence boost. But all it did was leave a great weight on his shoulders, knowing that these people depended on his decisions to stay alive.

About an hour later the boat's engine ground to a halt. Derrick carefully piloted it as close to the bank as he possibly could. They then proceeded to launch a life raft, carrying them to the shallow sandy banks of the river. The boat had gotten them close to an underground train station a mile or so away. There were in another residential area now, the small houses silent in the setting sun. They picked one with a defensible position and broke in, Aiden utilising his lock picking skills yet again. Miraculously the house still had heating and power, allowing Sam and the others to hose the blood and dirt that had accumulated for the past few days. After they had all cleaned up the group sat down to eat.
"The food's running low." Derrick said grimly, "I reckon we'll be able to stretch it until tomorrow morning but then we'll be out."
They sat in grim silence for most of the meal. Eventually Derrick broke it. "Here." He said, sliding his old pistol across the table. "You're going to need this."
Aiden's eyes widened as he took it. "You sure about this?" He asked tentatively.
"Definitely, but tonight I have to teach you how to use it. First we'll go over the basics…"
Derrick spent the next few hours teaching Aiden the proper techniques of using and maintaining the pistol. Aiden was eager to learn, glad that he finally had a proper weapon at hand. After many tiring lessons Derrick was finally satisfied, and called it a night.

Sam sat in the darkness of the hallway, his rifle across his lap. He and Alexa had volunteered second watch, and the pair were sat together, talking quietly.
"Do you think Canada is in the same condition as us?" Alexa asked.
Sam was silent for a few moments, "I don't know, but it can't be any worse off."
Sam could tell Alexa was worried, "I'm sure your family are alright." He said, "Just think when we get to Canada you can go and find them."
"Providing we even get there…" She mumbled.
"We'll get there." Sam said firmly, "I'm sure of it."
In truth Sam was plagued by self-doubt. For hours he would lie in his sleeping bag, dreading something would go wrong. What if there wasn't a plane? What if Derrick went down and they had no other pilot? What if they run out of ammunition? What if the plane doesn't make it to Canada? These questions buzzed around his head like flies, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't swat them away.
Alexa rested her head on his shoulder, "I'm glad someone like you saved me from those things."
Sam didn't know what to say, his heart was thumping in his chest. A voice from behind them made Alexa snap back upright.
"All right ladies?" Lenny said, waltzing in. "Alexa if you want go early I'll take over from here."
She looked at Sam quickly, "Uh… yeah sure. Thanks Lenny." She bade them goodnight and left. Lenny sat down next to Sam with a satisfied sigh.
"I hate you so much Lenny." Sam grumbled.
"Aw did I interrupt your smooching session?" Lenny smirked. "Come on man she's not that hot."
"Oddly enough I don't just go for looks alone. Which is why I've never woken up tied to a bed with my wallet missing." Sam snapped scathingly.
"You've barely woken up next to a woman at all!" Lenny retorted.
"Well I like Alexa." Sam said quietly, "And besides, what's wrong with the way she looks?"
"Well she's a bit flat chested…"
Sam rolled his eyes, "You honestly could not be more shallow."
"And yet I've still scored more birds than you."
"I hate to interrupt this lover's tiff." Sharon cut in, "But your shift's up Sam."
"Oooh, so I have the pleasure of your company tonight do I?" Lenny said, raising his eyebrows suggestively."
"Dream on mate." She said, "I heard you two talking, although I would love to hear the story behind the lost wallet."
Sam left them to their conversation and slipped into the living room. It was only once he had a chance to rest that he realised just how tired he was. He yawned widely and tried to catch some more sleep. He was going to need all the energy he could get. After all, it would be another busy day.