Me Vs Zombies [Book 1 & 2]

[Book 2] Chapter 4

[Payton's POV]

My mind raised as my alarm buzzed in my ear at 4:45 the next morning.

After Daryl and I made up, I told him he still had to sleep down in his own rome before coming back up to the attic alone... at almost 1am, holding my clothes tightly to myself.

I was still shocked at what we did, all I've ever done is kissed the guy and suddenly I'm sleeping with one before I run out clutching my clothes to pretend like it never happened so it doesn't hurt.

I feel no different from a common prostitute.

I returned to my room at about 1am and didn't bother doing anything, just slammed into my bed in my nudey pants, letting my mind blacken instantly.

But even though I had a good sleep, the alarm was still painful as hell.

I snarled as I grabbed it and flicked off the alarm (which was on vibrate by the way so it wouldn't wake anyone except me) and gently placed it on the bedside table before grabbing my clothes from yesterday, I slid the trousers up my legs slowly allowing my mind a few minutes to warm up before I moved around to fast.

I grabbed the loose shirt and threw it over my head (probably the wrong way round) and slid my arms through the holes.

I rose to my feet and walked over to the door, grabbing my bag and boots in my hand before slowly exiting and heading down all the way to the front door where I silently stepped into my boots, I knelt down, quietly placing the bag beside as I tied up my laces as tight as they would go and tucking my trousers down the sides so they wouldn't get dirty or be a danger of me tripping over.

I stood up and picked my leather jacket off the peg and through it over my body, zipping it up slowly until it reached my neck before grabbing my bow and arrow bag and throwing that over my back, I then tip-toed into the kitchen.

I searched through some of the cupboards and the fridge, the place was near enough empty, unless they find food while we search I don't see there being enough food to last till the end of the week.

I closed the cupboard and sighed as I rested my arms on the counter.

Can I really leave?

Charlotte, Demi and Ben may not even need me.

But the group definatly do.

And Daryl...

I stood up and walked back to the front door, grabbing my sword and placing it in my pants, using my belt as a holster before exiting the house.

I stood on the porch for a second as my eyes adjusted to the light.

'Nice to see you.' A voice mumbled.

I gulped as my heart skipped in shock as I stared at Ben who was holding a tiny backpack on his back with a gun and... A kitchen knife, in his hands.

I nodded at him. 'Always have to be first.'

'Always have, always will.' He grumbled quietly.

'Let's hope that doesn't apply on this trip of ours.' I smirked cruelly before walking down the three steps and waiting at the bottom, just beside Ben I saw two bags, one being Charlottes.

'They hid them out here since the two of them have people in there rooms who can stop them going or tell everyone else.'

'Eugene and Luke?' I frowned.

'Yeah. Luke's been staying with Demi, even though he doesn't want to, he wants his own room, he's been a proper menace for everyone lately.'

'Oh.' I whispered. 'That's not good at all.'