Running, that's all I remember, just run. I told myself it would all work, they would find a cure. I was so wrong, take away the army, the government and what do you get? Hell, on earth. Let me go back, the day it started, July 9th 2013. It was a normal day, no, it was not. One Direction was in town, their concert was tonight, so, like any other Directioner, my friend, Helena and I we put on our best outfits, did our make up and did each others hair, I remember those days, I want them back. Want them all back, the giggles from when we messed up the make-up and the laughter when we created imagines about meeting One Direction, I just need to tell it all. Tell everything, so, here it goes.
"God, imagine what Niall smells like..." Helena was in her own world again, happens too often nowadays, it usually starts when she thinks about Niall.
"I donno, potatoes?" I would respond, with the giggles that followed.
"I actually think that he would smell like that." Helena, she sometimes can't tell when I'm joking.
"How does my hair look?" I asked, for I think the third time?
"You've asked me that so much." She responded, giving me the death stare.
"What time is it?" I asked, we should leave soon.
"12:30..." Helena said, understanding what I meant.
"We should go soon," I said walking to my door. Helena stood up, and we both walked outside, got into the car and she drove. Us being Directioners, we played some of their songs. Heat Attack, Last First Kiss, Still the one. You name it, we played it. As we got up to the town, we began to look around, trying to see any sign of them.
"Look." Helena said, looking strait ahead. Up ahead looked like a wave of teenage girls.
"I think we are closer." I said, turning on the radio, "What station?" I asked.
"92.5 pleeeease." Helena said, turning her head, and giving me a weird smile. I turned to the channel, just people talking.
"So, funny story today. Apparently, a man, was seen today, biting another person, and a few minuets later, the bit guy got up, started walking and bit more people. No one is really sure what is going on, just keep to your homes, and don't go outside. Keep away from bit people. I repeat, KEEP AWAY FROM BIT PEOPLE. They are dangerous. Thank you" The Radio Host said, and it repeated again, "So, funn-" I had to turn it off.
"Let's go home." I said. "It's not worth it." I was really worried.
"No, we came all this way, we are not going back." Helena said, sounding pissed.
"Look, I'm scared, I want to go home, LET'S GO HOME." I was seriously worried now, and getting aggravated.
"No, we ARE NOT GOING HOME. I have to meet Niall." Helena didn't even look at me. She just looked strait forward.
"Helena. I'm not kidding now, we need to go home." I said, we needed to go.
"Tor, we are NOT going home. That's final." Helena said. Really pissed now.
"Pull over, I'm getting out. NOW." I said, just done with it. Helena looked at me, and she slowly looked back at the road, and pulled over. I watched her pull away, wondering what will happen next.
"I'm done with this shit." I said looked up and down the street, no one there. No one at all, very unusual. I entered the first building that I saw, just a receptionist was there.
"Hello, welcome to the ornamental building." The black-haired, skinny receptionist, said, giving me a smile. I responded with a wave. I wasn't sure where to go, I was just wondering now. I worked my way up to the stairs. going up to the third floor. I don't even know where I am. I shuffle my feet, walking down the hall. As I walked, I heard voices inside one of the rooms. They sounded British. I slowly opened the door, I was welcome by 6 guys, three were staring out the window, one with blonde hair, one with black hair and one larger one with brown hair. There were two sitting in chairs, one brown haired guy with curls and another guy with brown hair. One guy was sitting on the ground, his head looked shaved. There was a small radio in the middle of the room. I took a step back, realizing who they were, then it hit me, it was One Direction.
