ZIAM ONE-SHOTS (BOTTOM LIAM)

Blood Trials 4

Chap 4: Few and Far Between

"Every act of creation is first an act of destruction."

-Pablo Picasso-

Finale: Few and Far Between

Liam

"Liam?"

"H-Hey Sophia..."

3 years ago

"L-Liam? It...it hurts..."

"Leave her, she's done for..." I turned on my Uncle Paul, the fury evident in my eyes.

"Don't fucking speak! This is all your fault!" He just laughed.

"Oh, is it? I told your stupid girlfriend not to come in here, to ignore that screaming woman...and what did she do? She ran in here, and got a big chunk of her neck ripped off by walkers..."

"JUST SHUT UP!!!" I snarled at him. He just shook his head.

"Little idiot..." He had never liked her; it's why he didn't care. He had just stood by while Sophia got attacked, he didn't help until she had already been bit.

"She doesn't matter...look she's already dead." I froze and turned, she had bled out, she had stopped moving.

"Now come on, we need to get out of this warehouse before..."

It was all his fault, all...all his fault...

I screamed, I screamed and turned and rammed my knife into his chest. He looked so surprised, before he could speak I rammed it into his head and he was gone.

I lost her; I lost her because of him

I screamed even louder, I kept stabbing the blade into his chest, over and over and over again. Screaming all the time...

If I hadn't been screaming, I might have heard the moaning, the dragging noises. I felt sharp pain in my back. I yelled in pain and jumped away. Sophia was suddenly up, her head limp, her body no longer her own. The door suddenly burst open, more were piling in. I grabbed the sword off my dead uncle and watched in disgust as they forgot about me and started eating his body. I could feel the blood dribbling down my legs, my body felt heated, I felt sick. I pulled out the sword, my vision blurred, everything went red, my mind went blank, and all I could see was Sophia, sweet, beautiful, smiling, loving, bleeding Sophia...

Present

"Liam, wake up, wake the fuck up!" A voice growled at me. My eyes drifted open, how long had I been out?

"Harry?" I mumbled, rubbing sleep from my eyes.

"What are..." He yanked me out of bed, I yelped in pain.

"Ow!" I yelled, that was when I noticed the bump on his forehead, it was a bad looking bruise and seemed slightly swollen.

"Sorry, but you need to get dressed, right the fuck now, we don't..." The door suddenly busted open; someone I didn't recognize was standing at the door, a baseball bat in hand. He screamed and ran at us, Harry pulled out a gun and fired, the guy collapsed.

"What the fuck!?" I yelled.

"We've been invaded, get dressed! I got your sword and some weapons..." I quickly pulled jeans and a black T shirt. He gave me Edge and my combat knife. Then he handed me a revolver and over a dozen bullets. I put the bullets in my pocket and tucked the gun into my jeans.