Oblivion {n.h.}

Chapter 6.

The drive must have only been for about ten minutes since we'd left the Brighton Camping Center.

Niall's been taking ages to reach some women named Perrie, Jade, and Jesy over a walkie-talkie. To be honest I don't think he's got much luck.

"So Danielle and Jackson... are you two related?" Niall asks, fumbling with the antennae of his device, not looking to either of us, but putting the same amount of attention on us either way.

"Yeah, fraternal twins actually." I answer before looking at my slightly older brother, remembering the years growing up, when he was born thirty seconds before I was and would always tease me about it in primary school.

Luke smiles in the rear view mirror at us. "I used to have a sister." His voice trails off, as if it's a sad memory, yet his smile stays present to Jackson and I.

"Don't worry, she died before the world went to shit. I'd call her lucky for not being able to see what it's come to."

"How'd she pass?" Alex's accent thickens the brisk air of the truck.

"Brain cancer, I'd say a much better way to die than what normality people do these days."

We all nod and the music takes over again, beside the noises coming from Niall's beloved walkie-talkie.

I fiddled with my fingers and Jackson admired the sight out the windows with Alex, both of them still humming and tapping along to the tunes.

Fog hung through the trees like dusty coats, and a mist was paused in the air as we drove.

The drive was peaceful and I swear I was just about sleeping with my eyes open, before Luke hit the brakes with a thud.

The navy truck screeched to a stop, causing the one behind to also.

My eyes revert to the front window to see a girl running this way at top speed, with just about six rotting pieces of flesh behind her.

"She needs help." I say under my breath, flicking my fingers over the door lock as Jackson and I hop out of the car.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins as Joshua, Alex, Emily, and Steven are soon by our side.

The others stay in their trucks, probably confused out of their minds to see what this group has to risk.

Jackson and I's machetes are out already and slicing heads back and forth.

I slice off two as Jackson splits the head right down the middle of a walker next to me.

All now just a heap of rotting flesh on the floor, Steven sticks his dagger into the face of the last walker, allowing it to fall with the others.

The girl stands back, panting loudly and stumbling back a bit, the blood on her hands now staining the side of her head.

She has long red hair that goes below her shoulders, and piercing green eyes searching back and forth between the crowd of our group.

"Are you alrig-" I try to ask calmly before Luke has approached the scene and has a gun pointed to her head.

"HEY HEY WHA-" Jackson walks forward, obviously not okay with how Luke is treating the woman.

"Check her for bites or scratches." His hoarse, aggressive voice rings throughout the group, a much more fierce and scary approach than what the man had shown when he first met us.

Harry's and Niall's hands search up and down the girls body, before they both nod, confirming she's perfectly clean.

"Why were you on your own? Who are you with? What brought you he-"

"Luke." I step up, trying to swat his gun away from her face.

A click echoes just below my earlobe and I turn my head toward the noise, Louis' pistol pressed just under my ear.

"Don't think I won't shoot you."

"Louis just stop this isn-" Jackson sticks his arm out, trying his best to reason with the older boy.

The girl's voice speaks up between the violence, almost seeming foreign to the group.

"Louis? Harry? Liam? Luke?" The pretty girl speaks, and a wave of confusion falls upon every person like a tsunami.

"How the hell do you know our names?" Luke cocks his gun once more and is ready to fire at any minute.

"Oh my god, Perrie, Jade, and Jesy have been trying to reach you for weeks. I can't believe I found you." She smiles into the last few words, as she runs a hand over her bloodstained cheeks.

Luke and Louis both lower their guns slowly, and I could almost hear the loud confusion disappear from the area.

"You were with the girls? Why are you out on your own? Where are they?" A million questions float out of Luke's mouth, along with his group.

Looking over to Jackson, I realize just about as interested he is in the situation as I am.

"They're just up the road returning to camp, I was too, but ran into a bit of trouble." The girl motions behind her at the bloody pile of walkers we'd defeated minutes ago.

"They left you on your own?" Louis' two millionth question blurts through his lips.

"They had no choice." She answers before sticking out a hand. "I'm Carly Atkins of South Shields. Now do you wanna go be re-united with your friends or not?"

She swats her red hair over her shoulder, and her blue eyes search between us, the ocean pearls glowing against the red on her face.

"Take us there." Luke asks her, and without saying another word, the group separates and Carly follows behind Luke to join us in the black truck.

Within just another moment; we were off.