Snippet #2065517

"Oh my" Camille said, the dispair sounding through in her voice. "You know what? Maybe there's another one down the street, I'll try to find it, you stay here and don't move. Scream if there's a problem. I'll try to fine one and just try to make the thing up there move. I hope it's not the body of some dead tourist. Yuck!" Camille took her lighter and went off into the suwer. She had to swim a bit but found some half rotten iron stairs with some rats squeecking on top of them. "get away you foul beasts!" she hissed at them. She grabbed the sports but they crumbled in their hands. She fell into the water. "I'm in need of a good, relaxing non-zombie, bath and i'm gonna gat one!" she said to herself. "She tried again and got out of the water and onto the stairs. She lifted the heavy lid and peeked outside. "Fuck" she screamed as a walker came towards her, not noticing, but almost walking over the lid. She closed it as fast as she could and opened it again when she thought the thing had passed. Okay, so we're at Trocadero, not so far from the Eiffel Tower and there are walkers but not as much as I thought first. This may be our only shot!