If no one ever listens, then why ever bother to talk? 'Because it's what distracts you from the voices echoing in your head.' There's no reason to talk to people who won't listen... Might as well talk to the voices, they'd pretend to listen more than anyone else, cause there's stuck with you 'And you’re stuck with them.'

"Hey are you ok?"

I open my eyes as my vision focuses "Yeah I just dozed off." I say getting up from my back. Alice was still standing holding herself. There was no more sound coming from the surface. Only the dripping sounds of water.

"I'll go check if its night yet." I say grabbing on the ladder and climbing up to the hatch. I put a hand on the hatch and push up, the rusted metal slowly creaks open to bring the night sky into view. "It’s night, let's go." Alice grabs the bars and quickly starts climbing as I exit the hatch.

The night was cold, and there were too many clouds covering the sky to see anything, besides the white glow of the moon passing by the green tint of the clouds.

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The smell of rot was lingering around the area. "Let's keep moving south." I say Alice walks behind me keeping quiet, she looked excited to be out of the bunker.

A few minutes later Alice breaks the silence "Where are we going?" She asks.

"South." I shrug, ‘Didn’t we tell her this already?’

"Then where are we now?" She says.

I take off my backpack and pull out a map "I think were somewhere between New York and Pennsylvania." I say putting the map back in my backpack.

A few hours later we find a small city, Scranton "Let's find somewhere to hide you during the day." I say.

Nearby there was a small pet shop with a broken window, 'Looks familiar doesn't it.' "How about there." I say pointing to the store. Alice shrugs in response. And we both enter the abandoned store as our footsteps echo along the buildings.

All the shelves were cleared out, or knocked over, and there were traces of spray paint on the floor and an empty aquarium, with a plastic pineapple in it.

"So why am I hiding from the sun?" Alice asks, lifting herself up and sitting on one of the metal shelves.

"So, you don't die." I sit on another shelf near the window, wondering. Then I finally ask, "The sun hurts you, doesn't it?" She thinks for a moment, then shrugs. 'Evolution at its finest.'

There was nothing else to talk about, or nothing Alice wanted to talk about, so I just watched the sun rise, as a squeaking noise kept coming from a tube above us.