The One Direction Infection (A One Direction and zombie fanfiction) COMPLETED

The One Direction Infection (A One Direction and zombie fanfiction)

Courtney

I hear the door bang open, signifying that my father was home. I sigh and lock my door hoping he was too drunk to notice I was home. "Courtney?"

I hear him 'shoot' I think. 'Yes?" I reply through my bedroom door innocently.

"Come bring me a beer!"

I roll my eyes and walk down the stairs to the kitchen. I grab a can and head to the den were I hear a football game on the television. I look through the darkness and take a step tentatively into the room. I start to walk across the floor and can tell he and been drinking already. His clothes are crinkled and he reeks of alcohol. I hand him the can and he snatches it from my hand "Bout time." He snaps "You think it would kill to get some service around here"

That set me off. "I'm not your servant I am your daughter." I snap. I immediately regret it and he's up out of his chair before I can blink. I see him lift his hand and before I can doge his blow, his left hand comes in contact with the right side of my face. My vision gets hazy and my face turns numb. Before he can cause any further damage, I sprint from the house, only with the clothes on my back. I promise myself I won't ever turn back.

Dru

Out of nowhere there is a frantic knocking on my front door, followed by my 3-year-old Great Dane, Scrappy's barking. I jog to the door to answer it. I turn the knob with ease. Standing in my doorway is my best friend, Courtney Cade. She has long, curly brown hair that reaches the middle of her spine. Courtney is fairly short; no taller that 5'4; with an athletic build. She has on a pair of denim knee high jeans, followed with a simple white tank, under a striped cardigan, and to round it up a pair of running shoes. She was a runner, but secretly we both are crazy music nerds. We both have been writing music together for years now. Courtney always gets good grades A's and B's. This is different for me; if I got anything under an A I definitely would have been grounded for life. In the long run we are both complete opposites. If Courtney had the choice she would never stand out. She is always freaked out about anything and everything. I am outgoing and love to be noticed. My parents are what you would say to be filthy rich. My mom's folks were the founders of some big medicine company, so when my grams died we were set off farther than we already were. My mom is one of the world's biggest and brightest lawyers, people pay loads of cash to just have a hearing with her. My dad is way different. He is actually one of the lead directors of the covert affairs in the CIA. He is how I became who I am. At a very young age he taught me how to shoot any gun you could imagine in the hope that I would some day follow in his footsteps. When I was about 12 he taught me some pretty nifty tricks for hand-to-hand combat. As you can imagine I can kick a grown man's butt all the way to Dallas Texas. Then here is a mind blowing part: I look nothing like my mom nor my dad, well I mean I do but I don't dress like them. I dress a little odd here let me explain. First off I have these spooky gray eyes that almost look white. Followed by my red hair that is cut to hang along my jaw with curls that spill out of it. I also have bangs that swipe from my left side to my right. To top it all off I usually wear a colorful hair clip in which today bright red. What I was wearing that day was, a sheer gray tee, with a bright red polo (that matched my clip in) and a necklace that was designed to have tie that that had a black and red design on it followed by my signiture lace up, knee high, black combat boots.

Okay back to the story I look at Courtney and instantly notice her emerald green eyes (that any girl would die for) were panicked. She gave me the same look nearly 3 times a week when her dad would hurt her, and she would come running the 12 miles here, with the help of her old car she got for her 17th birthday about 6 months ago (she was 2 months to the day younger than me.) Her dad used to be really nice but eventually turned into a drunk with a temper. He got his enjoyment from beating her and drinking. I look at her in a hope he didn't hurt her too bad. She had one bright red handprint on her right cheek. I instantly yelled for my mom "Mom can you get the first aid kit?"

She had helped me bandage up Courtney when times got really rough, which had been a lot lately.

We waited in silence while I heard my mom scrambling. I looked at Courtney she looked panicked, she new as well as I did that my mother was always quick to help, especially when Courtney was hurt. I yelled again "Mom!?"

No answer as I took a step forward I saw my mom turn a corner. She looked like she had seen a ghost. I was running to her side when I saw my dad, or what I thought was him. Scrappy let out a low growl. Standing before her was my father. His skin had turned a sickly pale, the worst part was his eyes, they glowed like a glow stick, what should have been his iris but was a thick looking neon that glow and showed like a flashlight. I watched as he neared my mom. He walked normally, but sure didn't act like himself. He went behind her and slowly, moved his mouth to her neck, finally when he was close enough he took a quick bite. You then just let my mother, now seeming lifeless, fall to the ground with a THUD! I ran past him to the kitchen drawer. I knew my paranoid dad kept a gun in one of these for a 'just in case' situation. I looked in the first, no luck; I could hear him coming towards me. Second drawer no luck. Finally third drawer bingo! I pointed the gun to my "father's" head not three feet away. I clicked off the safety as he took another step. Last I gave him one last glance, I pulled the trigger. Then I turned to my mother as she scrambled off the floor, looking just like my father, slowly I pulled the gun to her head and set a bullet flying towards her.