Chuck's shoes weren't exactly built for running either, but at least his Derbys were more comfortable than Blair's heels. He glanced fearfully over his shoulder as they hurried through the eerily empty avenue, his whole body tense and pumping with adrenaline. It was almost nice in a way - a new experience. Terrifying, yes, but at least it was something different, and that was almost exciting.
Chuck took a slow, deep breath and tried to clear his head. He simultaneously wished that he hadn't been drinking and that he had more alcohol. "We should keep moving," he said to Blair then, out of the corner of his eye, he realized for the first time exactly where they were.
"Wait..." he squinted down the street. "Here!" he led her to a little French bistro - Table D'Hote, a restaurant he personally found rather bland, but the important thing was that the door had been left open. Waving her inside, Chuck tightly shut the door behind them and immediately flipped his phone into the palm of his hand. At least the internet was apparently still working. He tried to pretend his fingers weren't shaking as he typed "zombies" into Google.