Free WorldLost- Week 1: An Infected Novel by Unknown

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nothing can use it and we should think about locking or blocking the stairway
door till we know what our plan is.” He turned back around and continued to
walk to the elevator. “You said the floor was clear, so let’s keep it that
way.”
    I followed him to the elevator door where he pushed the down
button. We stepped to the side and waited till the car arrive and the doors
opened. When nothing came out, he grabbed a chair sitting by a table near the doors
and blocked the elevator doors from being able to close all the way. “Now we
need to block the stairway door.” He said to me as he turned and headed back
the way we had come.
    I followed him.
    “Maybe we could find a couch or a dresser from one of the
open apartments?” I replied.
    I headed towards the closet apartment next to the stairs with
its door open and walked in. We moved the couch we found in the living room out
of the apartment. I was a heavy couch with a hide a bed. This would be good as
it was heavier than a typical couch. We lifted the couch onto its side and
leaned it across the door opening.
    Since the stairwell door opened inwards to the hallway, the
best we could do was to block the door access and hope we heard it being moved
as a warning. It might give us a few extra minutes to get out.
    After placing the couch to block the stairway, we wondered
over to Amy’s place and went inside.

Chapter 10
    Amy was still sleeping when we came into the apartment, so we
grabbed the supplies I had left on the couch and laid everything on the kitchen
counter.
    I was still pretty hungry, even after the Indian food so I got
the steaks I had taken from Mike’s place and laid them on the counter. ”You’re
hungry dude?” I asked Butch. I gave him my best wink and smile….
    He just shook his head at me. “Seriously, how can you eat at
a time like this?”
    “Well, after a night like last night, food is something I
crave and we should eat when we can. You never know when you won’t have a
chance to eat.” I smiled and winked at him again. “Besides, its steak and it’s
free and it’s from Mike. Can’t beat that.”
    Another wink and smile….Nothing? Really?
    I found some seasoning in a draw which was amazing,
considering that Amy’s cooking lacked any seasoning, of course, that’s if she
ever cooked.  I remembered one time, right after we had met, that she tried to
cook for me.
    She invited me over to her place for dinner. She even made a
big deal out of it. She sent me a letter to invite me to a night of fun,
interesting conversation and good food.
    A written card inviting me to her place? I mean, who sends an
actual invitation anymore?
    She had everything set out, the wine on the counter, the
fixings for a killer Sazerac and what she said was a Cajun jumbo.
    I say ‘what she said’, because what was in the pot on the
stove looked more like a mix of water, carrots, celery, and hamburger.
    As I said, she didn’t cook.
    On that particular night, we ended up getting really drunk on
the Sazerac’s and ordering take out from the crappy Chinese place down the
block from her place. She really didn’t cook and I ended up with a weeklong
case of the shits.
    I rubbed the seasoning on the steak after opening them. “And,
yes, I’m very hungry. I haven’t had anything to really eat since last night,
except for the leftover Indian food I found in Amy’s refrigerator. I might
still be a little hung over.”
    “I’m not sure the Indian food was a good thing to eat,” Butch
said. “We had that for dinner two weeks ago.” He winked and smiled at me.
    “Tasted good to me,” I said as I continued to rub the
seasoning on the steak.I hope I don’t get sick I thought.
    Butch shrugged and pulled up his backpack, placing it on the
counter. He laid out his supplies, adding them to the other items I had grabbed
from Mike’s.
    He had medical supplies, a few canned veggies, and some
bottled water.
    “Not much, but it’s all that was in the breakroom at