Liam
I grabbed the small shovel from next to me and dug out a good portioned hole. I placed the apple tree seed into the ground and closed the dirt over it. Harry was a few yards away planting willow tree seeds. When the building collapsed I immediately knew Alex was never planing on getting out. After Lily had calmed down and stopped digging through the rubble we made our way to the military base. They were strict but welcoming. In six months time they had regained contact with other survivors across the world and together they came up with the idea to boom it all. 'Destroy it to start over' as they called it. An so for the past three months we have been planting trees everywhere and rebuilding towns. As it turned out many of out families had survived. We were reunited with them and moved back down to the Great Briton Area. I washed my hands in the river and took the wedding ring out of my pocket. I put the golden band on my finger and found myself smiling. Things would be so different now, but if we could survive a zombie apocalypse then rebuilding a city would be a cake walk.
"Liam! There you are!" I turned to see Zayn running towards me, "Its Lily! She's giving birth!"
I ran as fast as I could to the small done that served as our hospital. Nurse lead me to a small room were Lily sat with a pink bundle in her arms.
"Liam," she smiled. Alex is necklaces around her neck. "This is our daughter."
"Do you have any names in mind?" The nurse asked. Lily looked up at me and smiled a sad smile.
"Alex, not Alexandra just Alex," she said, "it's what she said when I first meet her."
I of corse knew she was talking about the Alex who saved us all.
"I love it. Welcome, Alex."A/N THE END!! SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG BUT THOUGHTS PLEASE FINAL COMMENTS ANYTHING TO AT ETC. LOVE YOU ALL COMMENT VOTE READ!
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Alex
FanfictionFighting, Karate-Kid, Tomboy, and Thief. Yup, that’s me. I only care about a few things in my life. My friends, my siblings, my niece, my life. Period. The end, final. My mother left when I was very young. My father is a workaholic that left us. So...