Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 5.

"Come on, we're losin' day light and I wouldn't say the drive is quick." Luke's hoarse voice disappears out the door. His leadership boomed through the area, a large sort of democratic figure that our group has never really had before.

His recruit's boots stomp heavily out the doorway, as well as the rest of my group and I.

'Drive?' I think to myself as the cold air hits my face. Cars are nowhere to be seen, yet Luke walks forward at a quick pace as we all try to keep up.

"I didn't get your names." Luke calls behind him as the blonde boy carrying the machine gun from earlier finds his way to my side.

"Well I'm Josh, this is Danielle, Jackson, Alex, Steven, and Emily." Joshua points to every one of us as he counts off.

"I'm Niall." The blonde speaks into my ear, making me shudder.

My eyes meet his and I can't help but think about how they crash to mine mine the blue ocean waves, the boy intimidates me by his closeness and I was almost shocked to hear his husky voice.

I mutter a squeaky little "hi" as I speed up to Jackson in front of me, away from the Irish Niall.

Suddenly as we're walking I think of Emily. I haven't really thought of how she must feel about all this, she's barely said a word.

Steven has his arm around her and they're just a few feet away from Jackson and I.

Her eyes are cast upon the landscape before us, but she doesn't look shaken up or anything of those sorts.

"The trucks are just here." Luke points over to the obvious trucks with his booming and masculine voice.

"Can't wait until you meet the rest of the crew, and whom are on their way." One of the brunette boys shout.

I can sense their presence behind me and I look over my shoulder to see blue eyes staring at mine.

"I'm Louis." He sticks out a hand and I shake it gladly. His voice is warm and friendly, if any of these men at all I think I'm going to put most of my trust to him.

Alex is walking up front with Josh and Jackson is still by my side, occasionally sending me a look of what he thinks about all of this.

"Here we are." Luke booms.

Two Ford-F150s stand dirty, but in nice shape. One of them is black, the other navy blue.

"Holy shit." Josh exclaims before he pats the hood of the black one.

"Yeah we've fallen in great love with these babies right here." Luke hops into the driver's seat door before he does the same pat that Josh had just done a few minutes before.

"There's seating for five or six in each truck. If you don't want to split apart from someone you can choose which one you're riding in." Niall answers before hopping into the passenger seat of Luke's truck.

Josh pulls the six people of our group into a huddle, in order to discuss our order.

"Alright who's it gonna be? Louis' drivin' the black one and Luke's driving the other. What's your pick?"

"Danielle and I will go with Niall and Luke." Jackson raises his hand and points a thumb over his shoulder; which I was totally okay with, as long as I was with Jackson.

"I'll tag along." Alex's eyes are on me and I smile towards his loyalty.

The other boys, I think their names were Liam and Harry, rode in the black truck with the others while we rode in the navy.

Niall was sat in the passenger seat directly in front of me, Jackson in the middle, and Alex behind Luke at the wheel.

"Ah-ha, I think we found ourselves a nice little group here." Luke says with a laugh, which I couldn't tell was sarcastic or not, as his blue eyes are trained on us from the rear-view mirror.

"You lads want some music?" Niall turns around to face us, realizing what he'd said when his eyes land right on me, "Oh, lads and lass."

I just look away, not wanting to make that conversation any weirder than it needed to be; considering his handsome face was only an inch or two away from mine.

The car smelt as if it was new, just bought; probably stolen from a dealership. The cushioned seats new and comfortable beneath us.

"Music sounds good," Alex speaks up, getting on one knee to look toward the radio that Niall's large hands are fumbling with, " how does the radio still work?"

"It doesn't." Niall tells him, opening the container between he and Luke before pulling out something metallic and shiny, "But the discs still do."

Niall holds in his hand, an old album by a band that looked to be named Bastille, and as soon as the disc was put into its place, the first song fills the sound system around us.

An old hit, popular in somewhere around 2013 rings a bell in my head, the overplayed song for once is now bliss to my ears.

Jackson accidentally bonks his knee against mine, and I thought as if he was tapping me to whisper something or ask me a question. But when I turn he has the brightest smile on his face, paying no attention to me.

Dancing the day away.