This helped pave the path alright. With the Infected dispatched so quickly, Lavi throws a glance at Bookman to see the old man already staring. He raises an eyebrow almost as if saying, “There’s a reason I stuck with him.” With the look acknowledged with Bookman’s nod, they quickly scamper after Allen at a safe distance. Safe because if Infected come, then Lavi and Bookman can help—and also because Allen is clearly leading the way.
'Just need to make a beeline for the wall now. Haven't seen anyone but I think that means they either got out or are somewhere safe. Haven't seen 'em littering the street yet,' Lavi thinks to himself as they move forward, green eye peeled for any possible Infected they'll run into.
He DOES hear some clicking sounding like it’s getting louder, coming closer. He hopes that it’s because the Clickers are chasing after other people instead of trying to find other alive humans… like them.
Allen’s focus was mainly on making a path for the other two. It didn’t really matter if he ended up getting bitten anyway, so he wasn’t really paying much heed to avoiding that, so long as the damn things went down and wouldn’t have a chance to bite the other two.
He wasn’t sure if the emptiness of the streets and buildings was relieving or unsettling, hoping that meant that the others had gotten away safely.
He heard the clicking sound as well, before Lavi had, and was keeping alert, more nervous than before. Runners and Stalkers were easy enough to handle, so long as he was careful not to be seen, but Clickers were an entirely other level of trouble to worry about.
He barely dared to breathe as he heard screaming from somewhere off to the side and shrieks of Infected, before the human screams fell silent. Peering around the corner of one building, the hairs on his neck prickled as he saw a pack of them ripping a person apart… or at least the bloody mes that used to be a person.
His eyes looked about at the other buildings and the street before he carefully turned to detour around them on the far side, motioning for Lavi and Bookmen to follow. There were Infected sounds coming from another direction, but he couldn’t quite pin-point them, struggling to decently make out shapes that may or may not have been the creatures without jumping at shadows.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, calm down. We’re almost out of here, just keep going.
He was distracted just a second long enough for a Clicker to spring him from a darkened doorway, backing Allen hard into a wall. He held it back with a hand on its throat, jaws snapping inches away from him, and he instinctively ducked down, jamming his knife into its chest and twisting, trying to kill it as the things screeches and chattering echoed in his ears, accompanied by the sounds of more Infected quickly gaining ground, and it sounded like a lot of them.
"Damn it- go!" he shouted, hoping that the other two might actually listen. He didn’t think there was any way they were going to survive a whole pack without someone else getting bitten. "Get moving!"