Lauren Jauregui Imagines

Part 1 of Night Owls

G!P you

It started in Washington, the outbreak. The government bought the serum from a money hungry scientist, but no one knew what it would to.
With the first test subject it began to spread throughout the White House, taking out the president and everyone else there.

We were ordered to stay in our homes and do not under any circumstances go out at night.

They weren't active during the day. Some say they would burn into crisps in the sunlight. I just think they need sleep, like all of us to. What better time to be awake then when is humans are at our weakest?

So here I am, in the city of Miami searching for someone, anyone who wasn't one of them.

I called the infected Night Owls. They were scavengers, feeding off of the dead and spreading their virus to the strong.

That's one thing that helped me.

I am not considered one of the strong ones they are after. I'm sick with a sickness doctors could never cure. They didn't know what I had, but they knew I didn't have long to live.

I walked passed some of the walking dead, looking around for any source of light.

The Night Owls were attracted to sound. Anything that was loud, they would run after. I mean, if it was a noise made from someone other than themselves.

Since I wasn't something they wanted, they considered me one of them. They ignored the sounds I made.

I saw the lights of a house lit up, immediately going towards it.

I knocked on the door. Nothing.

"Hello?" I opened the door, seeing the lights of candles inside.

I shut the door behind me, and groaned when I was suddenly tackled to the floor, a hand covering my mouth.

I winced, the woman's knee being lodged in my groin.

There were some groans outside that slowly faded away once they smelt my scent.

I shoved the woman off of me, cupping my bulge.

"Oww! What the fuck?!" She went to cover my mouth but noticed that the night owls didn't come running.

"T-They aren't after you?" I shook my head.

"Of course not, genius." I coughed, wiping the blood from my lips on the rag I kept with me.

"You're one of them, aren't you!" She pressed her gun to my temple.

"Mommy?" She immediately put the gun down.

"Luna, honey go back with auntie Camila." The little girl's eyes went to me.

"Are you okay?" The little girl came over to me, cupping my cheek.

"I'm okay. Thank you." She gave me a small smile.

"You look like a princess." I chuckled at this.

"I do?" She nodded her head.

"You're pretty." I sat up, pushing the woman off of me.

"Thank you." She cupped my cheek and looked into my eyes. The little girl was so small, so kind.

"Luna, honey please go back in the basement." The raven haired woman, pleaded.

"Only if you promise not to hurt her." She looked at her mother.

The older woman sighed, looking at me and then back at her daughter.

"Okay, I promise." Luna held her pinky out and I watched them pinky promise.