Chapter 10: Sydney
In the shadow of the gymnasium building, the car remained untouched by the chaos unfolding nearby. The infected, drawn by the relentless beat of loud music, had congregated away from our location, their attention completely diverted. The phone, miraculously, still had a substantial amount of battery left, continuing to blast the music that kept us safe for the moment.
Sydney, crouching carefully, moved ahead with a cautious grace. Her eyes scanned the area as she turned to me. "What is that lame music?" She asked.
I followed closely behind, ensuring my steps were as silent as possible. "I put it on to draw their attention away from me and Emily," I explained.
Sydney glanced back at me, an eyebrow raised. "Hm, quite smart, aren’t you? I guess if she’s still alive, it’s thanks to you?"
I shrugged modestly, not wanting to take all the credit. "We helped each other," I replied.
Sydney’s next question caught me completely off guard. "Did you fuck her?" She asked bluntly.
My cheeks flushed a deep red, and I stumbled over my words. "W-What?!"
Seeing my reaction, Sydney smirked. "Bullseye, huh?"
"No, we didn’t!" I insisted, my voice cracking slightly under the pressure of her gaze.
"And that underwear you had, must be hers as well?" She continued, her eyes narrowing as she pieced together the puzzle.
"No, I’m telling you—" I began, but she cut me off with a dismissive wave of her hand.
"It doesn’t matter," she said, though it was clear she was convinced of her own conclusion.